Hi all! Guess what? I updated two stories in one day. You should be so proud of me. I'm going to apologise in advance for this story sucking, though. I wrote it at ten o'clock at night, after a long day, so there is probably several spelling and grammatical errors. And I don't think it's one of my best stories. I wasn't in a cheesy romance mood like I was last week, though having key words like "Love Letters" kind of means you need to have romance. Anyway, I'll quit stalling.

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weirdogirl: Just for you, I will write a CliffxClaire fanfic. :)

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Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon, and I have never received a love letter.


Accidental Love Letters

Words: Love Letters

Claire hummed to herself as she finished watering her plants, and dusted her hands together. Job well done, she thought to herself, looking at her many healthy crops and smiling. She was very proud of her farm. She had turned it from an abandoned field to a bright, healthy and popular farm in only a year. Who wouldn't be proud of that?

She walked over to her mailbox and opened it up, frowning at what she saw in there. There was a collection of paper balls there, with something written on them. The hand writing was messy, like someone had scribbled them down at the last minute. Choosing not to throw them all away, she carried the stack inside and sat on her bed.

Reading through the letters, she found that they were clearly all written by the same person. But what was even more curious, was that they were all love letters. Some only said the words 'I love you', some having a little more depth. Some of them had said that the writer of the letters had felt a connection with her the moment they had met. "But, who would love me?" she asked herself aloud. "Who would love me enough to write all of these?"

The day before…

He watched her as she walked out of the inn, her blonde hair swishing from side of side as she walked out the door, definitely heading back to her farm. He rested his head on his hand with a small sigh. He was in love with her, no doubt about it, but he didn't have the courage to tell her. What if she rejected him? What if it ruined their friendship?

He walked up to his room and sat on his bed. Neither of his roommates had returned from their … whatever they were doing. He sat there for a while, just thinking. He thought about her and about how he felt about her. Was it possible that she felt the same way? He'd never know unless he told her.

But how? he asked himself. How can I tell her? He thought for a minute, and then pulled out a notepad and started writing, messily.

Dear Claire,

From the moment I met you I felt something, a connection with you. I don't know how or why. He crossed out the words 'or why', and continued. …but it just happened. It's obvious why. You're beautiful and kind and sweet and hard working and amazing

He read over it, frowned, and tore the page out, scrunching it into a ball and throwing it beside his bed. He picked up his pen and tried again.

Dear Claire,

I didn't believe in love, but then I met you.

He tore that one out too, deciding it was way too cheesy.

Dear Claire,

I think I might kind of, sort of be madly in love with you.

As could be expected, that one was torn out and scrunched into a ball too. After about twenty minutes, he had a pile of paper balls by his bed. He just didn't know what to write. He was never good at explaining how he felt or wording things properly.

Dear Claire,

I love you.

He sighed, and scrunched that letter up into a ball too. I guess she'll never know, he thought to himself.

"Hey Cliff, we're back!" He heard his roommates stomping up the stairs. He hurriedly threw the paper balls underneath his bed, took off his shoes and climbed under the covers. He faced the wall and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep. He heard both Gray and Kai start whispering instead of talking aloud, and he couldn't make out what they were saying anyway. His fake-sleep eventually became real sleep, as his breathing evened out and he entered dreamland.

OoO

"Gray! Gray, wake up!"

Gray felt something hit his head. Well, he felt three things hit his head, actually. He felt three light, ball-shaped things. He groggily opened his eyes and sat up. He saw Kai sitting at the end of the bed, next to a pile of paper balls.

"What time is it?" he groaned.

"I don't know. We don't have a clock in here." Kai shrugged. "But Cliff left early to go work at the winery, and he woke me up accidentally, and look what I found under his bed."

Gray raised his eyebrows. "What the hell were you doing under Cliff's bed?'

Kai chuckled. "Don't ask. Anyway, look what I found." He gestured to the pile of paper balls.

"What are they?" Gray asked, rubbing his eyes and sitting up properly. Kai grinned at his roommate and said, "Love letters."

"Love letters?" repeated Gray. "Love letters to whom?"

"Claire."

"Cliff's in love with Claire!" Gray exclaimed.

"Apparently so," said Kai with a nod of his head. "But the poor guy is too shy to do anything about it."

Gray looked suspiciously at Kai. "I know that look."

"What look?" Kai put on a look of innocence. "I don't have a look."

Gray sighed and rolled his eyes. "What's you're idea, Kai?"

The traveller grinned. "We put these in Claire's mailbox."

OoO

And so, that was how the scrunched up love letters ended up in Claire's mailbox. After she had read through all of them, she had pulled out her bag of birthday cards she had received, and began going through them, comparing the handwriting to that of the love letters. And she found a match. Yes, the handwriting in the card was a lot neater than the handwriting on the love letters, but it was definitely Cliff's handwriting.

"Cliff loves me?"

OoO

"YOU DID WHAT!"

When Cliff, the boy who stutters and doesn't like to talk raises his voice, you know something is up.

"We sent your love letters to Claire," Kai repeated. Cliff groaned in frustration, pacing back and forth. "Why would you do that!" he said. "Are you crazy?"

"Quite possibly," smirked Kai, but Cliff wasn't finding this funny.

"She's going to hate me," he muttered as he paced in front of the beds. "She's going to think I'm stupid and she's never going to want to speak to me a-"

"Cliff?"

Cliff clamped his hand over his moth. She was here. Claire was standing right outside the door. He would have banged his head against the wall if he didn't think that it would cause the girl to come rushing in to see if he was alright. Kai smirked, and grabbed Gray's hand.

'Have fun' he mouthed playfully to Cliff, ignoring the usually shy boy's death glare as he walked out the door. "Oh, hi Clare," he said on his way out. "Cliff's inside."

"Thanks," said the blonde, smiling, and walking inside.

"Hey… Claire…" said Cliff. The first thing he noticed was that she was holding a scrunched up piece of paper, and he mentally swore.

The pretty farmer smiled. "Hi, how are you?" Not giving him a chance to answer, she continued, holding up the paper ball. "I received a collection of these in my mailbox this morning. You wouldn't happen to know anything about it, would you?"

"Me? Oh, nah," Cliff said, his voice cracking slightly. He was so nervous. He was convinced that she was going to hate him.

Claire's smile faltered for a second. "Oh, I thought you might have… Never mind." She turned to leave, but Cliff spoke up.

"Claire, wait!" She turned around upon hearing him. "Yes?"

"I. I-I-I-I. I l-l-l-l…"

Claire walked over to him and placed her finger on his lips. "Shh," she whispered. He was blushing now. Claire smiled. "I think the words you are looking for are 'I love you.'"

Blushing furiously, Cliff merely nodded. He didn't trust himself to speak. But Claire smiled her beautiful breathtaking smile and said, "I love you too."

She gave him a quick peck on the lips, and ran out of the room, leaving Cliff blushing furiously, his heart pounding, but thinking to himself, I must thank Kai and Gray.