** Hello my lovely people! Hehe, my best friend says that every morning at school! :D
Sooo, here is the next chapter! This one focuses more on Chase.
You're welcome Chase fangirls but I have a feeling you're going to hate me when you see who else is in this chapter xD
Hahaha, either way, I hope you like it! **

Chapter 3

The first week of school for Angela and Molly was very enjoyable overall, but they were happy that the weekend had come. This was the weekend that they were going to start working on their farm. Their parents did say that they would send them some money to last them for the season, and when they got the money, it was barely enough to buy a week's supply of food.

"Oh, don't worry, Angie-poo!" Molly said, trying to cheer up her sister as soon as she saw disappointment on her face. "I'm sure they're just short on cash!"

They needed money in order to survive. Angela was eager to buy a cow or sheep to put in the barn, but since they didn't have enough money, they decided to grow crops until they had a stable amount of money. Their farm already came with a red toolbox full of the necessary instruments and a free plot of land, so now all they needed were the seeds.

Angela offered to go to Marimba Farm in Flute Fields to buy the seeds while she went out jogging. She put on black shorts, a orange shirt, put her hair up in a messy, but cute ponytail, grabbed her rucksack and went her way to Flute Fields.

It was a sunny and very warm spring day. The sun felt good on Angela's perspiring skin. Her pulse started to beat faster and faster, and she felt all hidden stress being released from her body. This was why she loved to go jogging: it relaxed her. It took her mind off all of the bad things and made her focus more positively. Plus, she loved the fact that it was good for her health!

When she made it to Flute Fields, she caught her breath as she looked around for Marimba Farm. She found it straight ahead and entered the shop. There was a frowning woman behind the counter and a man examining a bucket of what produce they had. Angela walked up to the counter.

"Hello, how can I help you?" the woman asked. Her sad mood started to invade Angela, but she tried to fight back.

"I wanted to buy some seeds, please," she replied.

"So, you must be one of the girls at the new farm, huh? I'm Ruth, and that's my husband, Craig, over there." She pointed to the man that was looking though their produce. He nodded, and she spoke again. "You're welcome to buy seeds. What kind would you like?"

Angela only had a small amount to spend on the seeds, so she just bought four bags of lettuce seed and three bags of strawberry seed. Ruth recommended both plants since lettuce sold for a lot and strawberry plants re-grew its produce, so that meant they wouldn't have to plant anymore.

Angela put the seeds in her rucksack and started wondering around Flute Fields to explore the area before heading home. She followed a path going east and ended up at Horn Ranch. She saw all of the animals outside, and her eyes twinkled. She also saw a familiar girl with bobbed brown hair and honey brown eyes. She looked as if she could've been related to Angela and Molly because she looked so much like them. The girl saw Angela, waved, and walked up to her with a cheerful smile.

"Hey, Angela! What are you doing here?" she asked.

"Hi, Renee." Angela smiled. She liked Renee. Renee was so easy to get along with and was always friendly and happy. "I was just walking around the area since I've never been around this side of the island."

"Oh, that's nice. Say, do you and Molly have plans for animals at y'all's farm?"

She sighed. "I wish! We don't have enough money to buy any right now, so we're going to grow some crops until we get some income."

She giggled. "Well, I wondering because my dad wants to give you both a free calf!"

Her jaw dropped. "Renee, don't tease me!"

"I'm not teasing! He's in the barn right now. Go ask him yourself," she laughed.

Angela squealed with joy and gave her a bear hug before running to their barn. Renee was telling the truth. Cain let Angela chose between three different colored calves - a black one, a brown one, or a white one with black spots. She looked at the cute brown one and immediately chose it. She felt an instant connection with the baby cow.

"I'm going to give you a week worth of fodder to start you out. What are you going to name it?" Cain asked.

"Brownie," she proclaimed.

Brownie mooed with delight.

Renee offered to help Angela take Brownie to the farm, and they talked the whole way there. They talked mostly about their love of animals. When they got back to the farm, they saw Molly with Chase, laughing at a joke Molly must have made.

Molly saw Angela and Renee and glanced down at Brownie. She was instantly puzzled. "Hey...this might be a dumb question...but you know there's a cow right there, right?" she asked, trying to think of an explanation as to why they had a chocolate brown calf.

"My dad is giving y'all this cow," Renee said after giggling at Molly's question.

"Are you serious? That's so nice of him!"

Renee smiled. "Think of it as a welcoming gift." She looked up at the sky to find the sun's position. This was how she estimated time when she didn't have access to a clock or watch. "Well, I should be getting back to feed the animals. I'll see y'all later!" She waved goodbye, and Molly, Angela, and Chase did the same.

"How was your run?" Molly asked Angela. "Usually you go longer than that."

"Yeah, I think I'm going to go for another after I feed Brownie. Oh, and I got the seeds too!" Angela whipped out seven bags of seeds and placed them in her sister's hands.

"Awesome!" Molly turned to Chase, who was standing there quietly, not because he was being shy, but because he didn't have anything to say. "Do you want to plant them with me while she is out jogging?"

Chase grinned. "Sure."

Angela fed and brushed Brownie and set off for a second round of jogging. Instead of running through Flute Fields, she went towards the Garmon Mine District north of the farm. Molly pulled all of her necessary tools out of her own rucksack and set them on the ground next to the seeds and looked out at her plot of farmland with a expression of concentration.

"D-Do I have to teach you how to farm?" Chase asked.

She shook her head. "Nah, I already asked Anissa how to yesterday during school. I'm just getting a good look at the field."

He sighed in relief. "Good, because I don't know anything about farming."

They started working, and Molly taught Chase how to plant the seeds step by step. He didn't do very well when trying to till the soil for the seeds, but he was a master at using the watering can. Molly kept teasing his lack of upper body strength, but quickly shut up after getting drained from pulling out weeds on the other side of the plot. After finishing the work they laid in the grass and asked each other questions while watching the fluffy clouds slowly drift across the baby blue sky.

"So, why did you and your sister move here?" Chase asked.

Molly continued to search the sky for a cool shaped cloud. "Our parents think we will have a better life here away from the city. Oh, I found one that looks like a turtle!" She pointed to the cloud. "Right there! You see it?"

Chase chuckled. "Oh, yeah! I found one that looks like a cloud," he said, pointing randomly above.

Molly laughed. "So, what do you do for fun around here?"

"I cook," he answered simply.

"You cook, huh? What do you like to cook?" Molly was pretty curious since she didn't cook very well. Last time she tried to cook was when she attempted to make Angela homemade fried chicken for dinner a few years before. Angela came down with food poisoning, and Molly had to take care of her until she was well again. Molly felt a heavy weight of guilt. Now, Molly doesn't dare to cook anything for anyone.

Chase shrugged. "Just about everything. Do you like to cook?"

"...Yeah, but I don't anymore."

Chase rolled his head to look at Molly. "Why not?"

"Last time I did, Angela got food poisoning..." Molly's eyes were becoming slowly clouded with sorrow as she reminisced about her mistake.

Chase picked up on Molly's change of mood. "Oh, don't beat yourself up!" he said in an effort to cheer her up.

She sat up to see his face. "Chase, people can die from food poisoning!" Molly snapped, her voice cracking vaguely. She began clearing her throat, in hopes to make the lump in her throat that was forming to go away.

Chase sat up too. "But that's why you keep trying so you can prevent it from happening again," Chase sighed. "If you want...I can teach you to cook."

"I don't know..."

"C'mon. It doesn't hurt to try," he persisted.

She paused to think about the offer. I guess it wouldn't hurt to try...

"Okay," she said. Chase gave a grin across his cheeks in response. She smiled back and laid back down on her back to view the clouds once again with Chase doing the same. They stared up at the sky without conversation until something popped into Molly's mind. "Hey, you're friends with Gill, right?" she asked.

He hesitated. "Yeah, why?"

"Well, on my first day here, he didn't want anything to do with me at all. He even straight up asked me to not talk to him when I was only trying to be friendly."

"That's Gill for you!" Chase laughed.

"Yeah, but that's the thing. The day after that, he started trying to make small talk with me. It was kinda confusing and weird. Actually, now that I think about it, you started talking to me out of nowhere too, but I understand it from you I guess since you're...well...not a complete jerk face like Gill. Anyways, do you know why he's acting like this?"

Chase gulped. Uh oh. She's on to the bet. How am I supposed to answer this? Everything I think of involves me lying to her, and she'll know I'm lying. Everyone can pick out when I lie!

This was true. Chase was a terrible liar. Whenever Chase tries to lie, his lip quivers, he picks his cuticles and stutters with almost every word he speaks. He couldn't help it. It was just a natural reflex to him.

Chase needed an escape from the conversation and started looking around. "Hey, have you ever thought about having chickens? I hear they're easy to take care of," he said, panic evident in his tone.

Molly furrowed her eyebrows. "Wait, you didn't answer my question."

Chase sprung up on his feet at looked down at his imaginary wristwatch. "W-Would you l-look at th-that? I'm l-l-late for my sh-shift at the b-b-bar!" Chase spat out as his face started to flush. His lips started trembling. Dishonesty was summoning his usual symptoms, much to Chase's misfortune.

She frowned. "The bar doesn't open for another five hours..."

Chase urgently tried to keep his hands away from each other and said, "Y-Yeah, g-g-gotta prepare! I'll see you later!" He ran away towards his home in Flute Fields after that. Thank the Harvest Goddess that that last sentence was the truth...at least I hope so.

Later that day, Luke, Chase, and Gill all met up at Ocarina Inn to talk about their "bet." They weren't in such a good mood to eat, so they just sat at one of the tables.

"Okay, if we're going to this, we need some rules," Gill proposed.

"Of course, you would want rules..." Luke grumbled.

Truthfully, the three boys didn't like the idea of using the twins as part of a stupid bet, but it was about proving themselves. All three of them didn't think any of them could do it and, as members of the male gender, wanted to prove themselves, especially when it came to girls. They didn't want to accept the possibility that they wouldn't be able to kiss one of the girls.

"The first rule," Gill began, "is no keeping one of the girls for themselves," he said, directing it to Luke.

"Dude! Why can't you just go after Molly?" Luke complained. "I actually like Angela..."

"Because Molly is torture to be around!"

"Aw, c'mon, Gill," Chase said. "She's really cool to be around. Besides, I don't think Luke is going to give up."

Gill growled. "Fine, but when she literally annoys me to death, I will make sure you are kicked off this island!"

Luke smiled and did a fist pump, happy he wouldn't have to fight them for Angela. Gill rolled his eyes. "Hey, the losers should have to do something funny when they lose!" Luke proposed, excited.

Chase and Gill's eyebrows rose. They were interested in this idea.

"Like what?" Gill asked.

Chase snickered. "How about the loser has to wear Julius' clothes for a week?"

Luke exploded in laughter and Gill smirked. "THAT'S PERFECT!" Luke cried, still laughing.

Chase took a deep breath to get the laughter out of his system. "Then, it's settled. Next rule," he said and waited for Luke to stop laughing before he continued. "We can't tell anyone about this."

Gill nodded in agreement.

"Duuuh!" Luke said.

Chase looked at both of the other guys. "So, we're really doing this?" he asked.

"What? Are you afraid that you're going to lose to me?" Gill provoked.

Luke snorted and sarcastically said, "Yeah, I'm going to lose to you!"

Chase gritted his teeth. "Hey, I'm not going to lose!" he yelled, and then realized what was happening and halted. "That brings us to our next rule. No more fighting about who will win or lose. We can't keep fighting like this!"

They all nodded and Luke spoke up. "Wait, wait, wait, let me get everything straight," he said. "Whoever gets either Angela or Molly to kiss them first wins, the losers are gonna wear Julius' clothes for a week, we can't fight, and we can't tell anyone about the bet. Is that all right?"

"Wow,he actually paid attention," Chase thought to himself, surprised Luke got it all right on the first try.

"Okay, is that everything? I need to get back to work," Gill said, impatiently.

"Yeah, I have to go back too. My pops needs me to get extra lumber today!" Luke added.

"Yeah, I guess so..." Chase said.

Luke and Gill left, leaving Chase alone at the Inn, sitting at their table.

He didn't need to be anywhere for another few hours, so he figured he would grab a bite to eat there. He waited for someone to take his order when a blonde-orange haired girl poked her head out from the backroom and giggled.

"Hi, Chase!" She ran up to him and trapped him in a suffocating hug.

"Get...off...me!"

The girl giggled again and let him go.

Chase gasped from the lack of oxygen. "Maya, I've told a million times already not to hug me without permission!"

She puffed out her cheeks. "You're so mean to me!"

"Can you just take my order?" he asked rudely.

He does this on purpose. Maya has always had a crush on him that he hated, so he figured if he were mean to her, she would eventually leave him alone. So far, it hasn't affected Maya's feelings for him at all. She would get mad at whatever mean thing Chase did or say to her, and then the next day would have forgiven him of everything.

She pouted and pulled out a notepad from a small pocket on her white apron. "Fine! What do you want, meanie-head?"

He sighed. "Get me an orange pie."

"It's the middle of the day!"

"Haven't you ever heard 'the customer is always right'?"

She scribbled his order in her notepad. "Whatever! I'm guessing you want orange juice with that?"

"Thank you," Chase said with a fake smile.

Maya stomped to the kitchen while Chase waited for his food. When Maya came back, she was carrying a large tray with Chase's order and placed the food in front of him. She held her hands behind her back as she watched Chase.

Chase examined it before asking, "Please don't tell me you made this, Maya."

She hesitated slightly. "No, I didn't make it."

"Are you sure?" he asked skeptically.

He didn't want to eat Maya's cooking at all. Everything Maya made was a disaster. Even if it looked delicious, it could taste like dirt, and that's what Chase feared because the orange pie looked absolutely scrumptious.

"I promise!" she said, secretly crossing her fingers behind her back.

Chase risked taking her word for it and took a bite of the pie. Maya bit her lip as he did. His eyes went wide, and he immediately spit it out. He desperately drank his orange juice to wash out the disgusting flavors from his mouth, but spit the juice out as well and then started wiping his tongue with a napkin to make sure he didn't taste anything worse.

Maya frowned and looked down in shame. "And I thought I got it right this time..."

"Maya, I thought you said you DIDN'T make this?" Chase said through his teeth.

"Yeah, I lied..." she said quietly.

"Maya, that napkin tasted better than your cooking," Chase said rather harshly.

Maya flinched from Chase's insult, and her eyes started to gradually fill up with tears. She felt them wanting to escape, and she ran out of the room and let them run down her face.

Chase sighed. Smooth,Chase...You made her cry.Even if her food tasted like crap, I guess she didn't deserve that...

He walked to the backroom of the Inn to enter a hallway and knocked on Maya's bedroom door.

"Go away!" he heard from inside her room.

He entered anyway and saw Maya on her bed, crying into her pillow. She heard the door open and looked behind her to see Chase in the middle of her room.

She sniffled. "What do you want? Did you come to insult me some more like you always do?"

"No, I wanted to say...I'm sorry," he muttered.

She looked at him in shook. "Did you just say that you're sorry?" she asked to make sure she wasn't hearing things.

"...Yeah, so?"

Maya smiled and ran up to Chase gave him one of her hugs. "You've never said sorry to me EVER!" she said happily.

"You're...hugging...me...again!"

Maya let go of him and let Chase breath.

"What did I say about hugging me?" Chase chided.

She giggled. "Hehe, sorry!"

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