Author's Note- Well Ithink this one came out better then the other one did :D yay!
Disclaimer: Before someone from Natsume inc. sues me i do not own harvest moon but if i did there would be yaoi. :P
I sat up in one quick motion. I had forgotten, simple as that. It didn't bother me that my clothes I threw on were stained with mud and grass my beautiful blue shorts and yellow orange jacket were ruined but that didn't matter to me.
The animal shop was just opening and I slammed the door I had hit someone with the door. I knew it had been not that hard cause they stood back up but I didn't bother to look who the damaged bystander had been. Actually, I couldn't care less. "I' m sorry." I grumbled without turning to see who it was.
A soft voice had spoken back, "That' s fine you must have a reason to be rushed." I turned and it had been the blond farmer from the hotel.
"What in Goddesses name are you doing here?" I asked not realizing that was a bit rude. Without receiving a reply I turned to the older lady at the counter before me.
"I'd like to buy chicken feed." I placed the money for a couple bags on the counter. The lady had gave a nod and walked around back to get what I had requested while I sat alone with Mark.
"Mark." I had spoken and he had turned smiling read to listen. "Yes?"
"What business do you have here anyways?" I had asked yet again but he didn't hesitate this time around.
"I help out Mirabelle and Julia when they need an extra hand. How else would I get paid to live in that nice hotel, free?" He laughed at the thought of staying 'free' in that nice hotel west of town.
"You know that was quite rude." He turned to face me once again head tilted back. "Yea but..." I grew angered I couldn't think of a response back. "So now let me show you how to ask politely." He then cleared his throat.
"Hello miss." He then grabbed my hand. "For what reason do I have this fine pleasure of running into on such a nice day." The blond farmer then let go and placed his hands in back of his shining golden blond hair.
Mirabelle must have been taking long on purpose cause I had seen her peeking through the window. "That must be where Julia gets it from." I walked back up the counter. I had ordered 10 bags. I attempted to grab them all at once but I could barely hold one. Mirabelle had smiled tilting her head past me and at Mark.
"No I can do it im fine I'll just need to make a couple trips back." I declined. I walked out of the small brown store.
I walked the lonely dirt path back to my coop my shoes covered in dirt and mud and grass stains. I sometimes wonder why I stayed on this little island. The heat had been excruciating today. "Of all the days." I groaned at the fire burning into my back.
I had reached my coop after 10 minutes of walking with a 15 pond bag of low fat bird feed? "What in the Goddess? Do chickens even need this?" I stood looking at the blue bag of chicken feed in my arms.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and I screamed and bird feed was everywhere but the chicken feeder. "Oh well Chicky doesn't mind." I had thought looking back ready to hit however had done that.
"Mark! Seriously! Who is the one with bad manners now?" I questioned angrily throwing a punch but I hit the bird feed he held in front of him. "Go away!" I yelled turning away. "Hold up really what would I be doing here by free will? I' m here cause of this." He held up the chicken feed he'd carried for me.
He had dropped the 3 bags by the feeder and I looked back at him. "I'll be back with the others in a minute." He gave a smirk and left the rather small sorry looking coop.
"what do you think Chicky?" I asked looking down at the marshmellowy fluff of yellow that didn't understand. "Yea you only speak 'cheep'. I walked out satisfied my chicken was fed and decided I'd take a shower and get better clothes on.
Once I was done with my short cold shower I had put on my white shirt and blue shorts looked back at my bed where my orange jacket was lying. "Well it is pretty hot now-a-days." I though kinda stupid thinking I had to give a reason for myself I tied my hair up into a high ponytail and grabbed my bandana. I gave out an 'err' thinking how my bandana was going to work.
"what if I-…now maybe I could-…how about-" I couldn't find a way to put it on with out looking stupid I held the red frustrating fabric in my hand and walked outside to check up on Mark with the 'low fat' chicken feed. I laughed again at the 'low fat' part and seen Mark walking back from the coop with a smile plastered on his pale face.
"Are you done blondie?" I pushed. "Why trying to get rid of me?" he smirked pushing back then he noticed. "What about the bandana?" he asked.
"Goddess really? I was hoping he wouldn't point out the root of my frustration. I threw the fiery red cloth at his face. "I put up my hair but now I cant fit it on right!" I cried in a spoiled kid voice.
"Geez calm down don't take it out on me! Here let me help." He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around I felt tugging on my ponytail and started to protest but he said no.
"Are you done ripping my hair out yet?" I grumbled. "Yea there." He smiled turning me back around. "Your hat?" I asked confused. Then tied the red bandana like a neckerchief. My ponytail was pulled out through the back of the blue and white hat.
"But this is your hat." I protested pointing at his bangs then he swept to the side of his face. "Don't worry I have another one of my trademark hats at my hotel." He chuckled. "What up with the chuckling, blondie farmer?" I asked. "Of all things you worry about 'my' hat? Why would you care if I had my hat or not?" he turned to walk away before he got the answer.
"Wow know I know what that feels like." I trudged to my field to water the perfect plants of mine when yet another annoy thing interrupted me. "Hungry." I grumbled words of anger and walked into my small humble home. "That's pretty sad when your chicken coop is larger then your own home." I thought as I walked over to my nearly empty refrigerator.
"Now many would guess my cabinets and refrigerator are empty. Considering all of my prized crops." I laid on my somewhat comfy bed ad my stomach grumbled at me once more.
I didn't want to go to the diner or café and risk running into that smiling blond novice farmer. An angrier roar came from the bowels of my innards. "I'm gonna risk it." I got up and grabbed some money and placed it in my pocket.
The heated dirt path was even longer this time around it felt as the dirt was fire and burning through the soles of my only pair of shoes I had at the moment. I seen some friendly faces but I didn't stop to chat. I have friends on the village but none I could really call 'close' or my 'best', you know?
Annoyed at my anti-socialness I walked in the Café with a mad scowl on my face and leaned back in my chair. Then guess who walks in, go on I dare you. Julia…what? I know right.
She sat next to me with a very happy grin on her pink lips. "Yes Julia?" I asked wanting to get the smiling on her face over with. "Why are you so grumpy all the time! Your always complaining about something!" She yelled and the whole Café could hear.
I sunk back into my wooden white chair. "I don't understand what your talking about." I pulled the hat down to hide my face.
"Anger, Grumpy, Mean, Anti-love, Distant . Some of the words the villagers describe you as." And I looked up at her shocked.
"T-they really say that?" I asked hurt in my eyes. Julia had seen this and stood up, "sorry to ruin your lunch ,Chelsea." She walked out and I looked around the Café and seen the faces of the towns people.
They wouldn't look at me and when they did it was an uncomfortable one. The order I placed had finally come the waitress handed the plate without looking at me.
How did I miss it? Did everyone always hate me? Will they always hate me? Is hate a word to strong for it?
I ate alone and it made me kinda depressed. Have you ever ate alone? Its very lonely D:
I had almost hoped Mark would walk through the door with the stupid smile on his face. I know that would have cheered me up a lot.
I walked home without watering the field of what seems like endless plants of various summer crops. I drifted to sleep wondering what would await me the next day in the awful summer heat. "I wish summer would just end already." I whispered as I drifted to sleep.
Author's Note- Well before you ask about Chelsea. I based her personallity off mine like exactally. I' m almost ALWAYS grumpy or complaining about something. Unless im listening to music then im like purring like a kitten. :D Well tell me what you though about it or what i should do. I love constructive criticism but you know there is a nice way to do it. Flames...well I actually i dont care if you do or dont. Anyways i hope you enjoyed the story! Im to lazy to proof read so i hope there aren' t anymore evil type-o' s. :D Hehehehe!