A/n: Lol, Well thiss chapter took me sooo long to think of! It wasn't till last night i thought of this. I planned it all out. I'll update maybe next saturday? Lol , oh and Sorry it's been a while since I've updated; kinda been stressed with school, exams, problems, etc. & Yes i do speak Spanish. I'm in fact mexican (: . Lol . R&R porfavoooor?
Disclaimer; I HATE THESEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Well yeah. Don't own harvest moon. never did, probably never will o_o. If i did, i'd have a character look like me and marry vaugn, luke, chase, or skyeee (; .
"Chase, you know I loooove you." I stood behind the window on the side of the kitchen. He was cooking a yummy looking omlet.
"Either you order something, or you get out." I ignored his rude comment.
"But you know what would make me love you more? If you can teacher me some, Español!"
"Since when is an idiot like you interested in learning Spanish?"
"Well, Y'see, there's this girl, she's pretty, nice, cute, and I wanna get to know her more, but she doesn't -"
"Speak English?" He interrupted.
"Yup! So I got a compromise for you, I swear I will NEVER bother you ever again, I will never ask for anything ever again, if you teach me some Spanish."
"Swear to the Goddess?" I put my left hand on my chest, and rose my other hand.
"I swear."
"Hmm, fine. Meet me tomorrow (Sunday) at my house let's say around .. 11:30? I'll teach you the basics."
"Alright!" I fistpumped the air and walked out the Inn doors.
Chase's POV
"Alright!" Luke fistpumped the air and walked out the Inn doors. I sighed.
"Idiot." I mumbled quietly.
"Chase! When we need you the most, you socialize, when we don't need you at all, you don't socialize! Stop your chitter-chatter and cook that omlet table 3 needs!" Yolanda almost screamed in my ear. I rolled my eyes and resumed to cooking. I hate this job..
~The next day~
"Knock Knock! Chase Wake up!" I heard an idiot knocking at my door. I groaned got out of bed, I didn't even care if he saw me in my orange pajamas. I opened the door, still half asleep. "Woah, nice pj's. Haha." He couldn't help but chuckle, I glared at him.
"Are you here to look at my pajamas? Or to learn Spanish?"
"Learn Spanish.." He looked down.
"Alright, wait out here while I get ready."
"Wait why can't I come in -" I slammed the door in his face. My place is a mess, and personally I don't need an idiot running around telling everyone it's a mess. I put the usual 3 clips in my hair, a white lond-sleeved shirt, rolling up the sleeves, some old jeans, and sandals. As soon as I was done, I opened the door. He was sitting on my front steps, quietly. There's a shocker.
"Alright, done."
"Hey, can we go over to the ranch in the caramel river district? I kinda wanna see her, and maybe you can help me say some nice things!" I groaned, I had nothing better to do, and he promised he wouldn't annoy me. I nodded, annoyed. We started walking over to the caramel district. I started telling him the origin of Spanish. Before you start learning the language, you should learn about where it came from, how it started, etc.
"Wow, so Spanish has an extra alphabet? AND originated from Latin?"
"Yup."
"Wow, that's awesome!" I shrugged. We were about, a few feet away from the ranch. I stopped, I saw probably one of the most beautifulest girls ever. Her short, brown hair flowing through the wind. Her brown eyes twinkling in the sunshine. She was wearing a baby blue ninja-saurus shirt, with grey sweats, and black vans. I'd call her gorgeous, but that wouldn't do her any justice.
"There she is! Isn't she beautiful?" Luke asked. I shrugged, I didn't want him to notice I was interested.
"She's alright." He ignored me.
"Okay, so I say 'Hola, hoy te ves bien bella,' right? And if she thanks me I say 'De nada' right?"
"Ahh, actually Luke. That means your face looks uglier than a donkey's ass. I kinda wanted to make you look like a fool." I put my hands in my pockets. "But I would feel bad, so instead in order to say 'you look beautiful,' say 'qué haces afuera? volver dentro de la casa fea. nadie quiere ver su cara fea.' and if she thanks you say 'De nada.'" I smirked.
"Alright!" He fist pumped the air and ran towards her. This should be good.
Luke's POV
"Alright!" I fist pumped the air and ran towards Angela. "Hola Angela." She smiled.
"Hola." She replied.
"'Qué haces afuera? volver dentro de la casa. nadie quiere ver su cara fea!" I grinned. She looked shocked, did I say something wrong?
"Que?"
"Fea!" Her eyes were no longer filled with happiness and peace. Now she looked like she wanted to choke me! SLAP! What the hell! I touched my cheek and looked back at her. She looked pissed. She stomped back inside. I turned around to look back at Chase, he was dieing of laughter. Did I say something wrong?
A/n: In order to understand what he said; google translate it.. Chase's a punk in this story :l . But i still love him (; Lol . Well don't forget to r&r porfavoooooooooooooooooooor ! I'll love you forever if you dooo :'] .
