Note: Helloooo guys. Here is chapter 10, it's a bit longer then the previous chapter, though I've run out of ideas basically for the next few chapters, I had a plan up till now :) I'll have to go back and PLAN PLAN PLAN. Right, I'm sorry if you don't like what happens, ISN'T MY FAULT :( anyhow, I thought it was Wednesday yesterday, woopsie, so now, I'm really confused, it's Wednesday today, right? Okieee, I won't be writing another chapter tomorrow, because I'm gonna write the first chapter of my AnnxGray :] too bad guys, I mean, I already update every day, it makes me pretty sad. Oh yeah, and by the way, I won't be updating HALF as much as I am now when school starts, [next Thursday] because I only get home at like half five, then I have tea, then I do my homework [which can be really long] and then I get free time, which is about an hour? Uhm no. I'll try updating every weekend, but I have school on Saturdays too so yeah :] haha. Anyway ENJOYYY!

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Chapter Ten: The Unexpected

Shea had been visiting every so often in the past weeks, mostly everyday. But sometimes, we didn't. We were busy you know. Me and Shea's relationship had grown over the months I'd been here; it was almost unbelievable that I had such a good friend. Of course, sometimes he'd go overboard and stick a spear in my friend's faces but I guess it was sort of the package deal with him.

I wasn't planning on seeing Shea today, I'd visited him everyday for the past two weeks, I think it was almost obsessive, and I had to get over it, he wasn't my only friend, I had Julia, Natalie, Lanna… Sabrina. No, Sabrina didn't count.

I think I'll visit Julia today, I hadn't seen her for ages, and that's an understatement, I wouldn't be surprised if she had forgotten who I was.

She'd be glad to see me, right?

Thoughts ran through my mind, as I patted the last cow on the back.

"Get well, Moia," I cooed.

I heaved the Shed door open, rushing through the empty farm. I hadn't actually got round the farming yet, friendship really took its toll on you. My only income was the animals, and one of them is ill. Shows how awful I am at farming right?

I have hoped that Shea would pop out and visit. He'd got used to me visiting the Jungle now.

I sighed.

I remembered the wonderful day when he visited me at the now deserted-looking farm, learning to care for the now main income of the sad farm.

It almost turned me inside out every time I saw the state of this farm. I had promised myself when I was shipwrecked, that I would sort the farm out, demolish every weed, and make this farm prosperous. I used to get constant visitors, which rapidly disappeared as the ranch's reputation dropped. Julia came by every so often, reminding me I had a farm to look after.

I had often resulted to eating porridge for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Though most of the time I skipped lunch. I didn't have enough money. I'm sure Vaughn would have loved this, his favourite food for breakfast and dinner!

I've got to stop mourning over my saddened life, I had Shea, and that's all I needed.

Right, let's get this day started.

I rapidly left the farm, not even turning my head for a final glance, now let's go find that girl.

I had barely even walked into the centre of the village when I heard whispers.

I snapped my head up, towards Taro's house. Oh great, I had enemies already.

But I didn't expect to see Shea, hiding behind there house, pointing at me.

I gave a quick glance around me, and quickly rushed over to him.

"What are you doing in the village, Shea?" I whispered.

He shrugged, "I want Chelsea at Jungle!"

I covered his mouth, telling him to keep quiet.

"Do you want to be seen?" I sighed.

To that, he replied, "I no get caught!"

I covered his loud mouth again.

"Shh!" I hushed, "How the heck did you get here? Without being caught?"

"Shea come early!" he grinned.

I couldn't help but smile back, "Why do you need me at the Jungle, Shea?"

"Shea want you at Jungle for few days!" he clapped his muscular hands together, childishly.

"Stop that!" I growled.

He stopped instantly, dropping his hands to his sides.

"But I have animals, Shea, I can't just leave."

He frowned, "But Shea want to be with Chelsea!"

I couldn't stop blushing at his comment, did he even realise what he was saying?

"You can stay at my farm, I guess," I murmured, "I could use some help sorting the darn farm out anyway."

He pulled me in for a hug, like always, causing me to choke.

"Shea come to Chelsea's!" he grinned.

"Mhm," I agreed, "Can you, uh, let go now?"

He quickly jumped away, and I coughed frantically.

"Woops," grinned Shea.

Catching a breath, I said, "You go get your stuff, and I'll meet you at the house."

Guess I won't be seeing Julia today.

He nodded contently, as he ran off east, leaving me on my own behind Elliot's house.

I kind of stood there stunned for a few minutes; I had just let Shea stay at my house for a few days.

When I only had one bed.

Crap.

"Uhm, uh, Chelsea? W-what are you doing h-here?" a nervous voice said.

I twisted my head to face them, seeing a rather curious Elliot. I had never noticed this before, but his pink hair shined in the sun, it was rather cute actually. Know I would never have a crush on him.

"Oh, uhm. I'm just studying the woodwork, you know! For my, uhm, farm work!"

He almost raised an eyebrow, and I saw his mouth twitch as if he was to say something.

"Uh, is it interesting? Mind if I join you?" he asked uneasily.

What a sad loser.

"Ah well, I'm just about to go back to the farm, the works waiting for me!" I said as enthusiastically as I possibly could.

"Uhm, Chelsea… you haven't done any work for ages. Julia told me," his face flushed slightly as he mentioned Julia.

"Well it's always good to start!" I growled, startling him slightly.

"Yeah, uhm, okay, I'll be going now!" he almost yelped.

"See ya," I said, rolling my eyes.

I watched as the scared boy scampered off in the direction of my dear friend Julia.

Shea probably wouldn't be ready for a while. This made me curious. What would he bring? Loads or very little?

I sighed, concentration getting to my brain. My dragged my feet back to the dreaded farm that could only bring pain.

Standing outside my house stood a tan, muscular man, tapping impatiently at the door.

"Mm, hey Shea," I pretended to act like I didn't realise he was beating my door to pulp.

He swung round, carrying lots of food, and a bunch of furs, for clothes.

"Chelsea? Where you been?" he asked angrily.

"Distracted," I grinned, "Wanna go in, or would you rather stay out here?"

"In! In! In!" he chanted, making me giggle.

"Okay then."

I shoved the key into the hole, twisting it 180 degrees. I heard the click and kicked the door open with my foot.

"Here ya go," I smiled, "I'll be back in a second, make yourself at home."

I didn't really want to think about what he would actually do to make himself at home.

I left the farm with Shea, entering town, and turning right.

I stopped at Chen's shop. He must have got Gannon to work on it, because it was looking a lot better. It looked Chinese/Japanese based, with two lanterns dangling on each side of the black door. Awesome.

I yanked the door open, almost pulling it off its hinges, I forgot that it isn't like the door of my farmhouse, my bad.

"What's wrong with my door?" A man asked.

I quickly shot my head up, to meet the joking gaze of the merchant, Chen.

"Nothing, nothing," I murmured.

"So what did you want?" Chen asked.

"She's here for the chocolate!" grinned Charlie, Chen's little son.

"Let the woman talk, Charlie," sighed Chen.

"I was wondering if maybe you have a bed in stock?" I asked.

"A bed? Why would you need a bed?" he said, "Are you going to propose soon? I have a feather in stock too!"

"No!" I snapped, "A friends staying round, that's all. My bed isn't big enough."

"Oh, well. I do have a partner bed in stock, but I'm only meant to sell it to couples."

"How much is it?"

"10,000G, a good price for such an exquisite item," he said, buttering it up.

"10,000?!" I yelled, "I can't afford that," I sighed.

"I'm sorry Chelsea, I can't give you a discount, but I do have a sleeping bag I could sell to you for 5,000G."

"5,000G?! Oh goddess do I sound poor," I sighed.

"Sorry… no can do Chelsea," he frowned, "Maybe another time."

I nodded gratefully, and headed back to the farm.

I guess I'll have to tell Shea to sleep on the floor. It's Chen's fault. His products are too expensive.

He can't say I didn't try.

Too many thoughts ran through my head as I wrenched the door open.

"Chelsea!" Shea called.

I glanced around, unable to see the tan man I was expecting.

"Where are you?" I responded.

A hand shot up, waving, from the sofa I had ordered a few days ago, "Here!" he yelled.

"Y-you're watching TV?" I said, in confusion.

"Shea like TV! I want one!" he grinned, popping his head out from the sofa's soft comfort.

"Well I can't buy you one yet," I sighed, "I don't have any where near the amount of money to buy that machine again."

Shea pouted, but I think he understood.

"Anyway, I'm going to bed, you can sleep wherever you want," I stifled a yawn.

He nodded and turned his head back to the TV.

I took the nightdress from under my pillow, and headed for the bathroom.

I could still hear the TV yapping on about something to do with nature. Ha, Shea was watching the nature program. Makes sense, I guess.

When I was changed I went over to my bed, mumbling a good night to Shea, which I think he might have heard. Can't be sure.

Folding my clothes under my pillow, I pushed the covers to the side, and climbed in. Slowly raising the covers over my head, I muttered,

"Don't forget to turn the TV off."

And which that, I fell asleep.

What was supposed to be sweet dreams were awfully like reality.

I was there, like normal, in my farmhouse. Everything was exactly like it normally is, a TV with a black screen, drawn curtain, no knifes out, arranged cushions, and a tan man.

Wait, what?!

I focused on the tanned man, his face with no sign of creases, dark chocolate eyes that seemed to belong to a different world completely. His body was muscular, with a fully noticeable six-pack. Around his waist, a tiger skin, similar to the boots of his feet, and gloves he wore on his huge hands that could probably fit two of my own in. Over all, his whole structure was luring me in, all these touches that seemed irresistible.

But this guy, he seemed familiar, almost too much…

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