Hey everyone! I am soooooo sorry for the wait. College started up again and the homework has already been piling up. It's getting really hard to work on this and still work on school homework. Trust me, I don't like it at all. Anyways, I think you'll really enjoy this chapter. I had a lot of fun writing this and I did get a little emotional with the ending. I really hope that you all enjoy this. Please review and message me, they are all greatly accepted and I appreciate them a lot. Thanks everyone! Enjoy!

NOTE: I do not own Harvest Moon, I only own my OC Ayame. Also this story was originally called 'I'm Stuck Between a Hyperactive Prankster and a Pompous Rich Boy, Great' I had to shorten the title to fit. Sorry.

"About time you came back. Where have you been?" Luke asked as I walked across the bridge over to my house.

"Sorry, I was working in the in the library. They got a new shipment of books in and I was helping Gill sort them." I explained.

Gill and I ended up working in the Town Hall library for about five hours, sorting books and talking in between. Obviously we both got tired of working so we just called it a day and said that we could continue working on this tomorrow. I'm surprised that Gill wants me to come back after that whole big fight that we had earlier. But I guess he's trying to get along with me.

Luke rolled his eyes. "Sissy Prissy Boy again? What is with that guy?"

"You just hate it that Ayame is spending more time with Gill than with you." Bo called from around the house.

"Shut up Bo! Or need I remind you what happened the last time you decided to make fun of me." Luke growled as he turned his attention over towards the house.

I giggled. "Anyways, on my way home I stopped by the Inn and got us dinner." I said as I held up a big take-out bag.

Luke faced me. "Don't tell me its pizza." he dreaded.

I shook my head and made my way over to my house. "It's spaghetti and meatballs."

Bo dropped the hammer he was using and gasped. "That's my favorite!"

I smiled. "Then come on then, you can help me set the table, Bo." I called.

Bo ran inside the house, faster than a rabbit.

I couldn't help but laugh at his sudden excitement. He was almost as much as a goofball than Luke was.

Luke shook his head in dismay. "What can you do with him? The boy loves food."

"So do you."I laughed.

He shrugged, laughing along. "That's true. Well I'm gonna stay out here and work on the house while you and the spaghetti maniac finish setting up for dinner."

I giggled as I started to go back inside of the house. "Okay." Then I remembered something. "Oh!" I leaned my head out the door. "This time, don't eat so much. I don't wanna have to watch you barf again."

"Relax, I won't do that again. That was enough punishment for me."

I laughed at him and went back inside.

Bo was actually a big help. Usually it would take me longer to get dinner ready, but with his help, we got done within minutes.

"Man, I'm starving." Bo said as he sat down at the table and reached for the spoon that was sticking into the spaghetti.

I slapped his hand away. "Ah ah ah, we're not eating until everyone is sitting at the table."

Bo grumbled and sat back in his chair.

Luke finally came inside when he finished up.

"Smells good." he commented as he sat down in the chair next to me.

"About time you got done out there. You take forever." Bo whined as he grabbed the spoon from the spaghetti.

Luke snatched it away from Bo before he could get any and started to fill his own plate up. "So what? At least I do more work than you do."

Bo growled. "Ayame!"

I sighed. "Stop acting like kids. You're grown men, you shouldn't be acting like this."

Luke pointed to himself. "I'm a man, but he's still a kid." he said as he pointed at Bo.

"I'm only fifteen years old; that's only a few years younger than you. And you're only seventeen! You're not an adult yet!"

"In a few more days and then I will."

"Oh really, when?"

Luke pondered for a moment. "Uhhhhh...I can't remember. But I know it's in a few days."

Bo rolled his eyes. "You're such an idiot."

Before the fight could get any worse, I tried to change the subject. "So how's the work going you guys?"

Bo began to twirl his pasta onto his fork. "Slower than yesterday." he complained and pointed to Luke. "While I was working on the siding of the house, he was running around the yard like an idiot."

Well apparently they aren't gonna stop fighting even if I do change the subject.

"That's because I had a bee flying around me. I hate getting stung." Luke huffed.

"Me too!" I agreed as I raised my hand.

It was true, I didn't like getting stung. It hurt!

Luke smiled at me.

I really liked Luke's smile. It always gave me a warm feeling.

Then he looked over at Bo. "See, she doesn't like bees either."

Bo responded back making kissy noises at him.

Luke's cheeks flushed red and then glared back. "Cut it out."

Bo shrugged his shoulders, smirking.

Wonder what that was all about?

We continued to eat in silence for awhile until I looked over at Luke to see the spaghetti noodles hanging out of his mouth as he ate. I couldn't help but giggle at his face.

Luke caught my gaze and stuffed more noodles into his mouth until his mouth was overfilled. The red sauce covered his face as the noodles hung out.

I started to laugh even harder.

Bo rolled his eyes. "Idiot." he murmured.

Then Luke started making gag noises. "Ah...my intestines are coming out of my mouth. Bleh!"

I laughed so hard that I fell out of my chair and landed on my back.

Luke spat his spaghetti onto his plate and started laughing.

"Ugh! You guys are so sick." Bo murmured.

I calmed down my laughing and climbed back into my chair. "Awww come on Bo, lighten up a little."

"Yeah, quit being a buzz kill."

"I'm not being a buzz kill, I just don't wanna see you pretending that your food is your intestines. You're making me sick."

Luke raised a brow. "Because I'm acting like I've got my intestines coming out of my mouth, is making you sick."

"Yeah, it is. So can you stop?"

Luke smirked as he grabbed more noodles off of his plate and stuffed them into his mouth. "Oh, you mean this?"

I started to snicker as I continued to watch them.

Bo sneered at him. "Knock it off."

Ignoring him, Luke began gagging and groaning. "Ahhhhh! I'm dying! Bleh!"

"Luke! Seriously, stop it!"

"What? Can't I have a little fun?"

"Not when that kind of 'fun' is gonna make me barf my own guts out."

Luke frowned as he slurped up the noodles and wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand. "Then what am I supposed to do for fun now?"

Without a second thought about what I was going to do, I grabbed some noodles off of my plate and threw them at Luke.

Both of the boy's eyes widened as they stared at me in shock.

"There's your fun" I smartly responded.

As the crimson covered noodles dripped down his face, he smirked back at me. "Oh, you're gonna do it that way, huh?"

I matched his smirk. "Enjoy it?"

"Very." he responded as he reached down and grabbed some off of his plate. "Here, you should try some."

With those final words, he threw the noodles at me, hitting me square in the face.

I started back at him, still smirking. "Has this war begun?"

"It has begun."

Within seconds we started a spaghetti throwing fight. Noodles and meatballs flew from both sides of the house.

Through the barrage of noodles and meatballs, Bo got up from the table and ran out the door. "I'm not staying for this!"

"Chicken!" Luke yelled at him as he ran away.

While Luke was distracted, I picked up a meatball and threw it at Luke's head.

"Hey! That's cheating!" he yelled as he threw a meatball at me.

I ducked under the table in the nick of time before it could hit me. "It is not!"

Sam ran over to the fallen meatball and ate it. After he finished it, he looked at me and barked.

'That gives me an idea.' I thought as I picked up a meatball.

Being the sneaky person I was, I crawled around the table and whistled. "Sam!"

Sam looks over at me with anticipation.

"Fetch boy!" I yelled as I threw the meatball.

Sam chased after the meatball as it sailed through the air and hit Luke in the face.

Seeing where the meatball landed Sam jumped on him, barking excitedly. "Ah...Sam!" Luke yelled.

Then Sam began to lick Luke's face by cleaning off of all the meatball residue, causing Luke to fall backwards and land on his back. "Okay, okay. I surrender. You win Ayame." he surrenders.

I burst out laughing as I watch Sam lick Luke's tomato sauce covered face.

Then Luke begins to start laughing. "Hey! Stop! That tickles!"

After all of the meatball is gone, Sam barks at him and jumps off, running off to hide under my bed.

I look around room and see spaghetti noodles and tomato sauce splashed all over the house. "Oh boy."

Luke looks around in shock. "Wow, did we make a mess."

We both looked around the room seeing noodles hanging off of the furniture, red sauce splattered on the walls, and meatballs all over the floor.

Then we both looked at each other and burst out laughing.

Well, it was true; we were both a couple of idiots. We started a food fight like a couple of little kids. I haven't done that since I was in grade school.

But it was fun anyways.

Suddenly Luke stopped laughing and crawled over to me, staring at me intensively.

"What?" I asked.

"You've got some sauce on your face." he said as he pointed to my face.

My hand flew to my face but Luke grabbed it firmly. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." he said. He gently grasped my chin and tilted my face till he was merely a centimeter from my lips.

My eyes widened and my breathing was going heavy as I stared into his eyes.

"Hold still for a second. Just relax."

Without questioning his intentions, I closed my eyes.

Suddenly I felt something warm and wet hit my cheek. I cracked an eye open to find Luke licking my cheek.

W-what was he doing?

I could feel my face getting warm as he licked my face. "Lu-Luke?"

"Whoa! This dinner was supposed to be G rated, not rated PG-13!" someone yelled.

We both looked towards the front door to see Bo standing there in shock.

Luke pulled away and stared at his shocked partner.

Then Bo's shocked expression turned into a glare. "Oh just make out all ready!"

My face turned bright red with embarrassment.

Luke growled as he stood up. "That's it! You're going into the ocean!"

Bo shrieked in a high pitch tone and ran away into the night.

I looked up at Luke's growling face, who was also turning red.

He looked down at me. "I'm sorry, I'll be right back." he said and ran after Bo.

I sat there dumbfounded.

Make out? Why would Bo tell us to make out?

And what the heck was Luke doing? He licked my cheek; why did he suddenly decide to do that?

Fed up with my thoughts, I got up and began to clean up the spaghetti and meatball explosion.

Too bad the fight had to end so quickly; that was the most fun I've had in years. To think, that two months of living in a new place with new people would lead to a spaghetti fight like this. I didn't think that this sort of thing would ever happen. But I liked it. It was a new life and it was off to a good start.

But the thing that bothers me is that my best friend just licked my cheek like a dog.

My heart was still pounding and my cheeks were probably still red from earlier.

Maybe it was just embarrassment; but for some reason, it felt like more than embarrassment.

I shook off the feeling and continued to clean up the noodles off of the couch.

After I finished cleaning up half of the living room Luke came back, dusting off his hands. "I took care of him. Do you want some help cleaning this up?"

"No, it's alright; I got it taken care of. So let me guess, you threw Bo into the ocean."

He laughed and walked inside. "Yep." he replied. "He should know, don't ever mess with me or he's gonna end up in the ocean."

Then he got silent. "Um...I'm sorry for...well...you know." he stuttered as he pointed to his face and stuck out his tongue.

My face got warm again as I looked at his nervous face. "Oh, It's okay...you just...um...really surprised me there." I replied nervously as I rubbed the back of my neck.

He mimicked me as he averted my eyes from my face. "Well believe me, I-I've never done anything like that before."

I smiled at his embarrassment. "It's fine; I understand. You didn't realize what you were doing. You were just living in the moment and didn't realize what you were doing until it happened."

He met my eyes again as he ran a hand through his dark blue hair. "So umm...does this mean that things will be awkward between us?"

"No, we got all of the awkward stuff out of the way. We're still friends, right?"

He smiled. "Yeah, of course."

I matched his smile.

At least we got all of that out of the way.

Then he glanced over at the clock. "Well, I guess I'd better head on home."

My face dropped. "O-oh. You're leaving?" I asked.

He stopped smiling and looked at his feet. "Yeah, I guess so. It's getting really late and I don't think Bo will like it if I don't come back home. He might call up my dad and tell him that I broke the rules."

I frowned looked down at my feet. "Y-yeah. You've got a good point."

The room grew silent.

My heart felt like it was in my throat and my stomach was starting to drop.

I didn't expect him to leave already.

"I...I don't really want to leave." I hear him say.

My head shot up and met his nervous gaze.

"I don't want to leave you alone."

My heart skipped a beat. He didn't want me to be alone? Did he actually care about me like that?

"I...I mean, won't you be lonely?" Luke asked.

I looked at him solemnly. "I will, but I'll be okay. I've faced worst situations than this."

"Okay." He scuffed his boot on the wooden floor. "Um...thanks for letting me spend the night yesterday, and for taking care of me when I was sick."

I smiled softly. "You're welcome. I was happy to have you here."

Luke gave me a weak smile. "Thanks Ayame." he whispered hoarsely. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay."

"Yeah, I'll see you later."

He gave a small wave and closed the door behind him.

I stood there silently, staring at the door.

What was I waiting for? For him to come back through that door? To hear him say that he didn't want to go back home? Or for him to just stay with me?

Even though Luke had stayed with me for one night, it actually felt longer than that.

I actually had a roommate again, just like my sister.

It felt like I wasn't alone anymore.

But now that he was gone, it felt like a part of me was ripped out again.

'I wish that he would come back already.' I thought to myself as I felt warm tears roll down my face.

~Luke's P.O.V. ~

"Ugh! I hate it when you throw me into the ocean!" Bo yelled at me as I walked into the Carpentry.

I stared at him as he was draining his shirt out in the sink.

I closed the door behind me and walked past him. "Whatever." I murmured.

"You know, I'm gonna get sick from this. I could die!" he announced dramatically.

"That's nice!" I called to him as I went into my room and fell onto my bed.

I felt like all of my energy was being drained constantly from me.

So to let out all of my frustration I grabbed my pillow and put it over my face, yelling into it.

I could faintly hear Bo's boots coming into my room. "What's the matter with you?" I heard him ask.

"Nothing." I murmured into the pillow.

"Luke, I know you're lying. I've lived with you for years and I know when you're lying."

"Oh really? How?"

"You never look me in the eye when you lie."

"No, I don't."

"You're doing it right now."

He had a point.

"So?"

Bo sighed. "You're just upset because you were so close to kissing her tonight."

I tore the pillow off my face and stared at Bo, who stood in the doorway with a towel drying his hair with. "What?"

Bo rolled his eyes in response. "You're so stupid."

I sat up and looked at him confusingly. "What are you talking about?"

"Dude, it so obvious that you like Ayame."

My eyebrows flew up. "What? She's just my friend."

"You licked her cheek!"

"So?"

He threw his hands up in the air in frustration. "You don't lick your best friend's cheek, especially if she's a girl! Unless you're interested in her."

I stared at him. "I don't know why I did it, but I'll tell you this, I didn't do it because I...I like her or anything. I guess I just got caught up in the moment."

Bo shrugged. "In my opinion, it sounds like you've got a crush on her."

I shook my head. "No, I just like her as my friend. I don't have a crush on anyone."

"Well, then why are you so desperate to go back over to her house?"

I looked down at the floor. "I didn't want to leave her alone."

"Luke, you're going to see her tomorrow. Plus she's been living by herself for weeks. She'll be fine." he told me.

I glared at him. "She told me that she felt lonely all by herself. Back in the city she had a sister that was like a roommate to her and I felt like a small replacement for her. You should've seen her face when I said I was leaving. She looked like she was going to start crying." I paused and stopped glaring. "And I'm not gonna let her be by herself as long as my dad's not going to be here." I finished as I got off my bed, grabbing a duffel bag from under it.

"What are you doing?" Bo groaned.

"I'm going to stay at Ayame's." I replied as I stuffed my clothes into the bag.

"Are you out of your mind? Your dad told you not to even think about going over there! Especially 'no funny business'!" Bo yelled.

I stood up. "I'm going over there, whether you like it or not. And if you try to stop me, then I'll tell my dad that you were the one who ate his last piece of his special mushroom pie, which I'm still wondering how you guys can eat that crap." I threatened.

Bo put his towel around his shoulders and crossed his arms. "Pfft...you have no proof."

I pulled a small photo out of my pocket. "Oh really?" I showed Bo a photo of himself, in the refrigerator, at night, holding a piece of pie, and his mouth was covered in brown slime.

Bo gasped. "How did you even see that?"

"Elementary my dear Bo, you were making so much noise in the middle of the night that I went into the kitchen with my camera and caught you stealing the pie from the fridge." I recited in a British accent. I sounded like Sherlock Holmes.

"Why do you even carry that around in your pocket?" Bo asked.

"For anytime I have to blackmail you. Comes in handy, don't ya think?"

Bo groaned as he hit his head on the door frame. "Fine, but if I hear anything bad going on over there, I'm calling your dad."

I picked up my duffel bag and walked up to him, patting his shoulder. "Thanks Bo; you're the greatest."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm only doing this because I don't want Dale to dock my paycheck because I ate his special pie."

I smirked. "Well yeah, there's that. But admit it, you're doing this because you care about Ayame almost as much as I do."

Bo stood there for a minute and then sighed. "Yeah, I do. She's really nice to both of us. So go on, go cheer her up."

"See ya." I called as I walked out the door.

When I made it out of the Carpentry I ran all the way to Ayame's little house.

Bo did have a good point; I did like Ayame. A little more than just a friend.

But it wasn't really big. I just like the fact that we act alike and that we had a ton of stuff in common. She was like the girly version of myself. Crazy, energetic, and loves to have fun.

I loved to be around her.

When I reached her house I banged on the door as hard as I could. She'd definitely have to wake up to that.

Within seconds the door opened and there she was, standing there in her green pajamas and rubbing her sleepy eyes. But there were tear streaks down her cheeks and she looked like she had been crying.

"Lu-Luke? What are you doing here? Did you forget something?" she asked weakly.

I shook my head. "Were you crying?"

She started frantically rubbing the tear streaks off of her face. "What? Oh...yeah. I'm sorry about that. Sheesh, I'm such a baby." After most of the streaks were gone she looked me in the eyes. "So...what are you doing back here then?"

I pulled her into my arms and hugged her close to me. "I don't want you to be alone. As long as my dad isn't here, I want to stay with you so you can never be alone. If that's okay with you that is." I whispered in her ear.

She stood there stiff as a board and then suddenly hugged me back, tighter than how I was holding her. "Of course you can stay. You're my best friend Luke. Thank you." she whispered softly.

I hugged her back and smiled.

I felt like I wanted to protect her. To never let her go.

"Thank you Ayame. You're my best friend too." I answered.

For the next few minutes, we just stood there, hugging each other for as long as we wanted. Never wanting to let go.

~End of Luke's P.O.V. ~

Awwwww wasn't that cute? I nearly cried when I wrote that. I hope that you all liked this chapter. I'll try to get the next chapter out for you guys to read. I think that you'll like the next few chapters. Trust me, they'll be great. Anyways, I hoped you liked this. Please review and message me. Thanks everyone!