A/N: Sorry, sorry I know it took a while, but I need a lot of motivation (plus I kinda had a bit of writers block) And besides that, I've been in a good mood lately. When I started this, I was kind of depressed, school problems (I Kind of became Nami at school, considering no one was talking to me) but now that it's summer, I'm happy, and my story might suffer. So I'm warning you ahead of time, it might be longer for updates, and shorter, and not as good. Or it could be good, who knows? I've started getting obsessed with the game again, so shrugs Yay!

Disclaimer: I, Spork Princess, in no way, shape, or form, own any rights to Harvest Moon A Wonderful Life. The only thing I own is a copy of the game. Oh, and a plush HM puppy for pre-ordering AWLFG! Huggles

"Talking"

'Thinking'

Flashback

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Chapter 3: Memories and sick days

(Nami's POV)

He was heading my way, and I was right, it was a skull. Something I liked. 'Somebody must have told him! But who knows? Muffy might, Tim and Ruby, Celia…Rock…I bet it was Rock! He needs to learn to mind his own business!' I was so lost in thought I didn't know he had stopped in front of me until he said something.

"Um…hi. I found this in the mine, thought you might be interested."

"That looks great," I mutter to myself.

"It's yours then," Jack says, grinning now. I hadn't meant for him to hear that, I had meant for him to think I hated it and go away. I wasn't changing my likes just because he had found something I liked, but I would be having a very interesting conversation with Rock. I sent a small glare toward the inn, but realized he was holding it out to me.

"I didn't say I wanted it, but if you insist." With that I took the skull and turned away. It was too late though; I knew the damage was done. He had found something I liked.

Now where had Rock gone?

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After finding Rock and successfully finding out he told Jack (Not to mention threatening to hang him out the second story window) I walked over to Vesta's farm to see how the tomatoes were growing.

As I got closer to the fence, I saw Celia working in the fields. Walking up, I climbed over the fence and sat on it, nodding to Celia as a way of greeting. She waved at me, telling me to wait a minute while she finished up. After she was done she walked over. "Hello Nami. What are you doing here?"

"Just checking on the tomatoes," I said, glancing around.

Celia nodded. "Have you met Jack?" I nodded and she continued. At least she waited for a response instead of rambling on like Muffy. "What do you think of him?"

"He's so annoying! He constantly follows me around, trying to get me to like him!"

Celia didn't say anything for a few moments. "So, he's given you something then? He gave me a flower this morning when he came to buy seeds. It was really nice of him, he bought some tomato seeds, but that was it."

"Apparently he wants to make every girl like him, considering he's given me something…and Muffy. She went on about it for twenty minutes."

Celia looked slightly surprised. "You mean you actually accepted a gift from him?"

"Well I'm not changing myself just because he found something I like. Well, not found. More of told by Rock."

"I don't envy him," Celia muttered.

Standing up, I stretched and glanced at the sky. Still no clouds, it would probably be nice all day. "Well I'm leaving. See you later." Without waiting for a response I turned and walked away, deciding to go see if Gustafa was playing.

He didn't say anything to me when I arrived, just continued playing like I wasn't there. That's the way I like it, an understanding that he can just play and I'll listen for as long as I like. No formal greeting is really needed, though I have spoken to him on occasion.

After getting bored of listening to music, I decided it was time to go. Walking to the bar I went in, ordering a cherry pink and standing in the back, watching as people came and went. Soon, it was already ten, and I decided to walk by the beach for a little while before going to bed.

After my walk I returned to my room. Laying on my bed, I glanced over at my bag in the corner of my room. I lay there a few minutes, just looking at it, before getting up and looking through it, finding what I was looking for. It was my diary; something my mother had gotten me when I was younger.

I glanced at the first entry, and my eyes widened. It was when I was 13…spring of that year. Quickly, I began reading the entry's.

(NOTE: Diary entry's in italics)

Dear Diary,

Today was so much fun. Amber and I went down to the mines again. You can find the most amazing stuff in there. We thought it was going to collapse because off al the rumbling and stuff, but it was just a couple rocks falling. We were fine. Anyway there's nothing else to talk about. I'll write another time.

Nami

Dear Diary,

It was the best day ever today! It was Amber's birthday! She had a party at her house for the whole town, but then me and her had our own mini party. We baked a small cake and took it to the mines. It's our secret spot. When we were there, we ate the cake and then Amber played a song on her flute. She loves that thing. After that we went the farthest into the mines we've ever gone. It was really late, and started raining, but we just ran home in the rain. She's my best friend; we'll be friends forever.

Nami

'So much for that,' I thought to myself, remembering Amber's last day and closing my eyes, trying to calm myself before I started crying. Glancing back to the diary, I slowly roamed the pages. Many entry's were like that, and soon I came to the one the day before Amber had died.

Dear Diary,

Amber gave me a book today. It's a book about different places, like to travel to. I don't know why she gave it to me, but I put it in my travel bag, in case I ever go anywhere. There's maps she said. I doubt I'll ever use it. She told me she marked her favorite page in there, or something. I can't remember. She gave it to me this morning and I was still half asleep. Oh well, I'll look at it later.

Nami

Glancing toward my bag, I realized that I had been given a book. 'I must have forgotten about if for all these years.' Part of me wanted to run over there and see the gift from Amber, the only thing from her that I had never seen before. But…seeing little notes in the book about places she wanted to travel, I just couldn't do it! Closing my eyes, I looked at the diary again and saw the last diary on the page.

Dear Diary,

Amber died today. I don't want to write in here anymore.

Nami

I just, don't understand...how could she be gone? How? It's not fair! It's not fair! I hate her! I hate her for jumping in to help me! I hate her for being a good friend! If we hadn't been friends she would still be alive! I hate her! I hate myself! I hate this town and my parents! I hate everything! It's just not fair!

I felt tears in my eyes and threw the diary across the room, falling headfirst toward my pillow to muffle the sound of me crying. I know Rock is probably still up, and I don't want him hearing me. It wasn't fair, it still isn't fair! Why did everything have to be like this?

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I woke up the next day in a rotten mood. I glared at the walls of my room and decided I wasn't leaving bed today.

About an hour later I heard a soft knock at the door. "Nami dear? Are you alright?"

"Fine," I said quietly.

"Are you sure? You're voice sounds hoarse dear. Are you feeling sick?"

"Just a little," I said, which wasn't a lie. I did feel sick, sick of remembering. Just reading that reminded me of everything. How after only a half a month the town was on with their lives. Amber was never mentioned again. I was the only one to put flowers on her grave besides her parents, and they didn't often either. Her certificate for best historical find was taken down and replaced, the certificate I had found thrown away. I didn't understand how the town could just forget her, and that had made it the worse. Amber had been forgotten.

"Do you want me to bring you something to eat?"

I moved farther under my covers. Was it normal to be this upset after something that had happened long ago? I didn't know, but it was terrible, it was the worse thing I had ever gone through, and since she had died, I'd gone through everything by myself. "Yes please," I said quietly.

A few minutes later, Ruby came in and gave me something to eat. I didn't leave my bed that day, surprised that when Ruby had checked me over, she had found that I had a temperature of 100. I hadn't realized I really was sick, I thought I had only been upset.

Someone checked in on me every once in a while, to see if I was okay. Doctor Hardy came in at one point, and said it was just a cold, but that I should stay in bed to stay safe. At one point, Rock even came in to make sure I was okay.

Later that evening, the door opened again. I assumed it would be Ruby, but to my surprise I saw Jack standing there. He had something in his hands. "What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I just came to see if you were okay. I made this for you," he said, walking closer to my bed so I could see what it was. It was light pickles, one of my favorite foods.

"Did you make that?" I asked.

"Try it," he urged me, holding out the food for me to take.

"Really? Thanks," I said, even surprising myself. It must be the cold. I took them and gave him a small smile. He looked happy that I had thanked him. Well he should, I don't do it often. "You should leave, I'm sick," I stated. He nodded and walked to the door, but turned back to me.

"I hope you feel better soon." Then he was gone. I stared after him and looked back at the light pickles. Before I could eat them, Ruby walked in, smiling in a knowing way.

I glared at her slightly. "Don't get that look Ruby. He just doesn't like people being sick. He wants to get every girl to like him!" Despite this, I felt a slight blush creeping on to my cheeks, but why? I didn't know.

Ruby only smiled and set down some soup for me before leaving.

After eating the soup I sat back on my bed and thought about Jack. That had been really nice of him, but I still didn't like him. He wasn't going to win me over with one cooked dish and a fossil. 'Besides, last time I got close to someone, the only person I got close to…'

Deciding to try them, I took the light pickles and slowly began eating them. They were actually very good. Once I finished, I glanced at my diary that lay on the ground by my bag where I had thrown it. Standing up, I walked over to it and opened it to the next page. My mother had always told me to use hearts to decide how much I liked a boy.

Never, ho9nestly, had I ever given a heart.

Reaching for the red pencil that was on the table, I glanced at the page. Slowly, I made one red heart, and colored it.

"He won't get any more," I assure myself, marking the page and setting the diary down on the desk. Sighing, I went back to my bed a laid down.

After those light pickles, I did feel a lot better…

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Okay, and there's chapter three!

Yay!

Okay, review responses:

Autozam60: Thank you. The first time I played I got all of Muffy's scenes without trying and married her, but I re-played and then married Nami. She's my favorite too.

Electric Ammo: Thanks (I ended up choosing her too, so did all my friends) Yay!

RoseRosa: Thanks, I want to keep that kind of stuff in here. Some people change her personality completely, and I want to keep her as much in character as I can. That will come eventually, remembering she hasn't admitted she feels much for him yet.

RWT: Nope, Rock told. –Grins- Poor, poor, Rock.

Sniper: Eventually they will, this is a Jack/Nami fic after all. No problem.

Next chapter: Nami talks to Celia about the food, Jack gives Nami more gifts, and Celia convinces Nami to visit Jack's farm.

Please review!