Yes! School's out so maybe I'll be able to write more :) This chapter is basically all about Mr. Peterson and Mr. Hall...so if you guessed who they were, you'll find out whether or not you were right in this chapter :) So, enjoy!

Disclaimer: Never will Harvest Moon be owned by moi.

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Mr. Peterson's POV (at the mayor's house)

"Hello! Yes, welcome to Mineral Town!" the 'mayor' greeted us.

"Hello. So you are the mayor of this…wonderful…town?" I inquired skeptically, putting emphasis on the word 'wonderful'.

"Yes, that's me! May I ask what your names are?" the mayor replied, indicating Mr. Hall and me. I raised my eyebrows. He should already know who we were…he invited us here after all. But then again, he doesn't seem that smart.

"I am Mr. Peterson, and this is Mr. Hall. Now let us get to business…" I started, but was cut off by Mr. Hall.

"Now, now, wait a moment! We don't even know the mayor's name! How can we start if we are not aware of what our business partner's name is?" Mr. Hall turned towards the mayor. "What is your name, if I may ask?"

The mayor stood there, confused. "Thomas."

Mr. Hall nodded. "Nice to meet you, Thomas… We can start now, Mr. Peterson."

"Okay," I sighed. "Mr. Thomas-"

"Just call me Thomas."

I really want to punch him right now…but it certainly wouldn't help.

"Thomas, we are here, as I am sure you know, because of our company. The Moon and Stars Theatrics Company?"

Thomas nodded, but unsurely.

"You invited us here to-"

"Mr. Peterson!" Mr. Hall interrupted me. I turned towards him, annoyed.

"What?"

"As I said earlier today, I don't think this is the right place!"

"Not now, Mr. Hall," I growled through gritted teeth. "As I was saying, Thomas, in order for us to-"

"But what if I'm right? What if Thomas has no clue what you're talking about?" Mr. Hall wondered.

"Well, we'll find out soon enough, even though I am quite certain that we are in the correct town, are we not, Thomas?"

"Uh…what?" Thomas questioned blandly.

"We. Are. Here. For. Our. Company. Does that make sense?" I stated. Thomas nodded slowly.

"You. Invited. Us. Here. Correct?" I continued. Thomas looked at me as if I was insane, and started to shake his head, but I stopped paying attention to him.

"Now! If there are no more interruptions, I would like to finish the business we have here. Our company has strict rules and guidelines. No nonsense. Our actors and actresses must be one hundred percent responsible," I explained. I pulled a folded piece of paper from my pocket and unfolded it. "This is our contract. By signing this, you agree to all terms and conditions provided by our company. Please sign here, here, initials here, and one more signature here."

Thomas hesitantly took the contract from my hands. He took a pen from his desk, which we were standing next to, and signed in the allotted places. He then handed it back to me.

"You said 'our actors and actresses'… are you a theatre company? I do not believe that I had invited you here…" Thomas admitted slowly. This took a moment to register in my mind. I shook my head incredulously.

"Wait…what?! Why did you sign the contract then?! I always abide by contracts, and now after you had signed it, I find out we're not even in the right place! Are you honestly that stupid?!" I snarled at him.

"Mr. Peterson… I'm sorry to say this, but… I told you so!" Mr. Hall taunted, pointing a finger at me. He can be so immature sometimes…

"Well, Mr. Peterson, if it helps, I could still be of service!" Thomas reassured. I sighed in defeat.

"Fine," I grumbled. "But before you can help, I'll tell you of our purpose here, since you obviously don't know. We are going to host a play. The play will be Romeo and Juliet. Perhaps you've heard of it. Yes, anyway, we were invited to a town named Minirol Town, but we obviously got on the wrong boat. For you to help, you can start off by suggesting someone to play some of the important roles, such as Juliet, Romeo, Friar Laurence, and etcetera."

"Ah…I think I have heard of that play before… Juliet is a girl, correct?" Thomas inquired innocently.

I closed my eyes, and counted to ten. "Yes."

"That's perfect then! I know who could play Juliet!" Thomas jumped up and down excitedly, clapping his hands.

"Who would that be?" Mr. Hall asked.

"Why, Claire, of course!" Thomas said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"And who is Claire…?" Mr. Hall questioned.

Thomas grinned. "She's this wonderful young lady who lives at the farm south of here!"

"She lives on a farm?" I repeated in disbelief. She's probably stupid and disgusting…

"Yes, she has come a long way with that farm! It started out as a dump, and she turned it into a farming paradise!" Thomas verified. I raised an eyebrow. "If you'd like to see her, she's at the Square at the moment. There's a sheep festival today! She'll be the one with blonde hair."

I sighed. "Okay, we will go to the Square to see if she is…um, suitable for the role."

Mr. Hall and I left the mayor's house, and turned left, headed towards the Square. We fell into step side-by-side, and neither of us spoke the whole way there. But we both knew what the other was thinking. Claire is probably a hick, and will never be Juliet.

We finally arrived at the Square, and scanned the area for any blondes. I saw a blonde on the far side of the Square talking with a redheaded girl and another girl with black hair, but her face was hidden. Mr. Hall and I impatiently waited for Claire to turn around. When she did, I saw that she had a young, heart-shaped face. Her light blue eyes were wide, yet cheerful at the same time. I turned to Mr. Hall, smiled, and said the one word that came to my mind.

"Perfect."

Mr. Hall silently agreed by nodding.

"Hey!" a voice yelled at us. We turned to see a young man walking towards us angrily. I recognized him as the person we had met earlier. Cliff was his name, right? Cliff stopped in front of us with a glare.

"What is your problem?!" Cliff demanded, crossing his arms.

"What are you talking about?" Mr. Hall wondered. Cliff scoffed.

"You know what I'm talking about," Cliff said. "Don't even bother lying."

Mr. Hall looked at me with a look of pure confusion. "Do you know what he's talking about?" Mr. Hall asked in a low whisper. I shook my head in reply.

"So sorry to break it to you, but we honestly do not know what you are talking about," I told Cliff slowly.

"Okay, then I'll tell you," Cliff stated scornfully. "Who do you think you are, just staring at Claire like that? It looked as if you were planning something, and I'm not so sure I like it!"

I thought about this. "Excuse us for a moment, Cliff, if you don't mind." Cliff looked as if he did mind, but he stayed silent as Mr. Hall and I walked to a secluded spot in the Square.

"I think we've found our Romeo and Juliet, Mr. Hall."

Mr. Hall nodded in approval. "Yes, I quite agree! They seem like the perfect couple! They will act their roles sufficiently."

"Right, now we must decide on who will be the other characters," I concluded, with a quick glance around the Square. "I suppose we must finish speaking to Cliff before we talk to other people, shouldn't we?"

"Probably…" Mr. Hall looked over at an angry Cliff and shuddered. "He looks mad."

"Well, no duh. He caught us staring at Claire, who is probably his girlfriend or whatever, then we just walk off. Who wouldn't be mad?"

"A normal person?"

"Well, I would be mad."

"So you're not normal?" Mr. Hall smirked. "Interesting. I'll keep that in mind."

"Let's just get back over there," I growled. We walked back over to Cliff. I was leading, with Mr. Hall half a step behind me.

"Thank you, Cliff. You have assisted in helping us, and we are sincerely grateful for that. But we must be on our way. Good day," I said as I turned to leave.

"Wait!" Cliff yelled out, stopping Mr. Hall and I in our tracks.

"Yes?"

"You're not… going to, um…hurt Claire or anything…are you?" Cliff asked with a hint of fear in his voice. Did we scare him that much? I smiled, though I don't know if Cliff saw it as a sincere smile or an evil smile.

"Of course I wouldn't hurt your girlfriend! Why ever would you think that?"

Cliff's eyes widened and a very noticeable blush spread across his cheeks. "B-But s-s-she …n-not…um, I-I'm n-not her… C-C-Claire isn't m-my…"

"Good-bye, Cliff!" Mr. Hall shouted cheerfully. We left, with Cliff still standing there, still stammering nonsense.

"She may not be his girlfriend, Mr. Hall, but he definitely likes her," I mused.

"He may even love her."

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So...did ya like it? :) By the way, for anyone who is wondering, Cliff isn't stuttering when he's yelling at the two guys because he's angry, and he doesn't want them to think he's weak or something.

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