Close Encounters
Chapter 2- Samson and Franky
"COCK-A-DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODLE DOOOOOO!!" a rooster from the farm next door screeched.
"Boy, oh boy, today will be a good day!" Jean said sarcastically, stretching and pulling on a green sleeveless shirt and jeans. She brushed out her hair, tied it back with a Japanese bandanna, ate some freaky burrito that was on her table, and left. A man she hadn't met yet was standing outside.
"Hey Jean!" he said. She must have looked puzzled, because he continued. "I'm Samson. Franky told me that cute girl took the farm. So I decided to drop by."
"Oh! Hi!" she said, walking over.
"I ummm...brought you these." He held out a bunch of yellow and orange flowers.
Jeez louise. She thought. Men must be desperate here. But she smiled and accepted the flowers.
"Thanks!" she said happily. He practically fell over.
"Well, I have to go. Nice meeting you!" he said, walking off. He was red-faced.
"Oy vey." She walked off to the seed shop.
"Hello there!" a cheerful voice said. A perky looking woman was sitting behind the counter of the seed shop.
"Um...hi! I'm Jean!" she said. Jaunties, too. Geez!
"Well, nice to meet you Jean! I'm Cece, the co-owner of this place. Lillian is my twin sister. She owns it. Anything you need?" Cece asked.
"Uh...I'll take two turnip seed sacks," Jean replied, pointing to the white bags.
"Okay!" Cece handed her the bags. "That'll be 400G!"
"G? Okay whatever." She simply handed her a few gold coins, which seemed to be enough. When she walked out, she saw Samson and Franky talking near the back.
"She SMILED at me!!" Samson cried. Franky looked amused.
"So? She smiled at me too," he said. Samson frowned slightly. "God, you're obsessed with this girl!!" Franky exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.
"Well...yeah, but..."
"Ugh. Get over it. I think she's a one-guy girl, okay? Maybe she already has a boyfriend."
"That would stink."
What girl? Jean thought. Then she realized they were talking about HER.
"Hello!" someone said. By now, Jean was getting tired of this. She turned around and saw a woman about her age and height, with short blue hair and green eyes. "I'm Kyoka!"
Jean immediately knew Kyoka was different. She had a different smile. "Hello, I'm Jean!!!!" she said happily.
"Nice to meet you. Unfortunately, I'm kinda in a hurry. Ciao!" She rushed off toward the beach.
Back at the farm, she sowed the seeds, watered them, and cleared a quarter of the field. It was surprisingly easier than she thought it would be.
"Hello..." Samson said from the entryway. He was dressed nicer than he had been- last time in dirty jeans and a paint-splattered shirt, this time in a sort-of tuxedo.
"...Hey Samson!" she said, wondering why he was dressed up.
"I came to ask you if...you wanted to go to the beach with me tonight?" he asked shyly.
"Um...sure!!" she said.
"Great, let's go!" So they walked off to the beach.
There, they sat by the edge and stretched their legs.
"So how do you like it here?" he asked.
"It's okay. I used to live in Japan, so it's a LOT different."
"Really? Cool! Did you...umm...have a Japanese name?"
"Yeah, Mioke."
"Oh, cool! Did you date?"
"Um...yeah, I dated a guy named Hisho a few times, but then he moved away."
"Oh, that's sad..."
"Not really, we only went to the video game plaza."
"Oh."
"So how long have you lived here?"
"Since I was born."
"Wow!"
"Yeah."
They were silent for a while, then Jean got up.
"It's getting late, I better go home."
"I'll walk you home." Samson extended his hand.
"That's okay, you should get home too."
"Oh, okay." But he leaned in to kiss her anyway. Jean ignored him.
"'Bye Samson, see you tomorrow!" she said, hopping off.
"Oh...right. 'Bye." He walked home the long way.
Back at her farm, she lay down on her bed and thought about the village so far. She had had close encounters with Samson and Franky, and maybe made a new friend- Kyoka. But why did Samson like her so much? She wasn't that attractive...Franky just seemed to blow courtship off like a bug.
But before she could think about it too much longer, she drifted off into a very dream-filled sleep. She couldn't remember any of the dreams, though. Oh well. So ends another day. She thought tiredly.
Chapter 2- Samson and Franky
"COCK-A-DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODLE DOOOOOO!!" a rooster from the farm next door screeched.
"Boy, oh boy, today will be a good day!" Jean said sarcastically, stretching and pulling on a green sleeveless shirt and jeans. She brushed out her hair, tied it back with a Japanese bandanna, ate some freaky burrito that was on her table, and left. A man she hadn't met yet was standing outside.
"Hey Jean!" he said. She must have looked puzzled, because he continued. "I'm Samson. Franky told me that cute girl took the farm. So I decided to drop by."
"Oh! Hi!" she said, walking over.
"I ummm...brought you these." He held out a bunch of yellow and orange flowers.
Jeez louise. She thought. Men must be desperate here. But she smiled and accepted the flowers.
"Thanks!" she said happily. He practically fell over.
"Well, I have to go. Nice meeting you!" he said, walking off. He was red-faced.
"Oy vey." She walked off to the seed shop.
"Hello there!" a cheerful voice said. A perky looking woman was sitting behind the counter of the seed shop.
"Um...hi! I'm Jean!" she said. Jaunties, too. Geez!
"Well, nice to meet you Jean! I'm Cece, the co-owner of this place. Lillian is my twin sister. She owns it. Anything you need?" Cece asked.
"Uh...I'll take two turnip seed sacks," Jean replied, pointing to the white bags.
"Okay!" Cece handed her the bags. "That'll be 400G!"
"G? Okay whatever." She simply handed her a few gold coins, which seemed to be enough. When she walked out, she saw Samson and Franky talking near the back.
"She SMILED at me!!" Samson cried. Franky looked amused.
"So? She smiled at me too," he said. Samson frowned slightly. "God, you're obsessed with this girl!!" Franky exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.
"Well...yeah, but..."
"Ugh. Get over it. I think she's a one-guy girl, okay? Maybe she already has a boyfriend."
"That would stink."
What girl? Jean thought. Then she realized they were talking about HER.
"Hello!" someone said. By now, Jean was getting tired of this. She turned around and saw a woman about her age and height, with short blue hair and green eyes. "I'm Kyoka!"
Jean immediately knew Kyoka was different. She had a different smile. "Hello, I'm Jean!!!!" she said happily.
"Nice to meet you. Unfortunately, I'm kinda in a hurry. Ciao!" She rushed off toward the beach.
Back at the farm, she sowed the seeds, watered them, and cleared a quarter of the field. It was surprisingly easier than she thought it would be.
"Hello..." Samson said from the entryway. He was dressed nicer than he had been- last time in dirty jeans and a paint-splattered shirt, this time in a sort-of tuxedo.
"...Hey Samson!" she said, wondering why he was dressed up.
"I came to ask you if...you wanted to go to the beach with me tonight?" he asked shyly.
"Um...sure!!" she said.
"Great, let's go!" So they walked off to the beach.
There, they sat by the edge and stretched their legs.
"So how do you like it here?" he asked.
"It's okay. I used to live in Japan, so it's a LOT different."
"Really? Cool! Did you...umm...have a Japanese name?"
"Yeah, Mioke."
"Oh, cool! Did you date?"
"Um...yeah, I dated a guy named Hisho a few times, but then he moved away."
"Oh, that's sad..."
"Not really, we only went to the video game plaza."
"Oh."
"So how long have you lived here?"
"Since I was born."
"Wow!"
"Yeah."
They were silent for a while, then Jean got up.
"It's getting late, I better go home."
"I'll walk you home." Samson extended his hand.
"That's okay, you should get home too."
"Oh, okay." But he leaned in to kiss her anyway. Jean ignored him.
"'Bye Samson, see you tomorrow!" she said, hopping off.
"Oh...right. 'Bye." He walked home the long way.
Back at her farm, she lay down on her bed and thought about the village so far. She had had close encounters with Samson and Franky, and maybe made a new friend- Kyoka. But why did Samson like her so much? She wasn't that attractive...Franky just seemed to blow courtship off like a bug.
But before she could think about it too much longer, she drifted off into a very dream-filled sleep. She couldn't remember any of the dreams, though. Oh well. So ends another day. She thought tiredly.