Amy propped herself up on the table and crossed her legs.
"So, what's new?" She asked, trying to remain resolute and calm.
Celia smiled slightly, "Oh, you know, same old, same old," she giggled. "Marlin is still really shy, Vesta is still the same, everything is as it should be," she smiled sweetly.
As if right on cue, Vesta bustled into the building, beaming with pride. "I heard Amy was back! Where is she? Where's my girl?"
Amy grinned and waved shyly, then got up off of the table. "Hi, Vesta!"
Vesta's eyes glistened over with happiness, "Wow! Look at you! You've really grown up, Amy! You look just like your father!" She pulled her into a big bear hug.
It's been a real long time until the trio saw each other, neither of them could believe it. Before they knew it, they were all curled up on the couch, drinking iced tea and laughing.
Amy thought this was a good chance to get to know Marlin, and maybe pull him out of his shell. "So," she cleared her throat, inching closer to him, "How're things?" She asked smoothly, smiling innocently.
Marlin smirked awkwardly, "Fine, thanks. How about you? Everything going okay on the ranch?" He took a gulp of his drink.
Amy giggled, "Fine, thanks. I didn't really get much done," she paused. "I only planted a few seeds, and then came to see you guys. I missed you all a lot, you guys are like family to me."
Marlin patted her shoulder, "Well, you've always been family to us, too." He pursed his lips into a smile, trying to be as appealing as he could. It wasn't easy for him, honestly, Amy knew that. She just wished she could help him be less awkward about everything. She beamed back at him, and gave him a light hug.
"I- Uh.." Celia said quietly, trying to ease the awkward air. "Does anyone want more tea?"
Amy looked down at her cup. She never even drank any! "Aw, I'm so sorry! I haven't even touched mine yet!" She politely took a few sips, then set the cup down. Amy considered just giving up completely, and refrained from flirting with Marlin for the rest of the night, and instead just hanged out with them.
SP 2, Year 1
Well, my little journal, what else is there to say? I fail at flirting completely. Or at least Marlin thinks I do. I know he does. He doesn't have a slight romantic interest in me. He's the only one I love. There's got to be a way somehow. I know there is. He's just so cute. When he smiles, it's like nothing else matters. Maybe I should concentrate on my farm work, instead of being so interested in having a husband. But, it would be nice to have some help on the ranch. Man, what should I do? Oh, well, I'll figure it out sooner or later. I gotta stay positive! No more ms. Emotional! Goodnight, journal! À bientôt!