A/N: Same rules apply in the sense of ~*~*~*~*~*~ being flash-back time. Take note that it is Chase's POV this week. I think I'm going to switch it up every week so you can know what both sides are thinking. Weird and totally unneccessary? Maybe, but that's just how it's gonna be.

Disclaimer: All I own is the chain of events. No characters and no songs belong to me, no matter how much I wish they did.

Before the wedding was even over, Angela, the one person at the wedding there for me and not Maya, left. Her usually tan face was red and blotchy when I waved to her outside the church, but I didn't say anything to her about it because I knew she would never admit she had been crying. Ever. I'd never seen her that sad. Just the sight of it made my inner intestines feel queasy and made me want to run over to her and hug her.

But if Maya even knew I was thinking that, she would have my head chopped off. Kind of like that Anne Boleyn who was married to King Henry the 8th and she was accused of adultery for being too friendly. Except I'm Anne Boleyn, of course. When do I not get the role of a female?

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I looked up to the sound of a girl giggling. Not just any girl. Angela. "What's so funny?" I asked the small figure in front of me. She was practically doubling over in laughter now, looking half the size of her already small figure.

"Don't tell me you haven't heard!" she said in between uncontrollable fits of hilarity. I hadn't heard. "While you were sick yesterday, the orphanage decided to have a play to lift everybody's spirits. We just had too many people sad all the time. So anyway, we wanted to do the play on Little Women, since that's one of the most checked out books from the library, and we had auditions. Since you weren't there, they gave you the remaining part in the play," she couldn't continue. I knew what was coming anyways. I was the girl. Again.

"Ugh, why does this always happen to me?" I asked. I wasn't sure if it was to Angela or not. Last time they had a play, The Diary Of Anne Frank, I was cast as Mrs. Van Daan. Weird name, I think it was Dutch…?

"Do you want me to answer that truthfully or not?" she asked. No. Of course, I knew the real reason. Every time I looked in a mirror, I knew the real reason. Plain and simple, I looked like a girl. I always had to put my messy, peach-colored hair back in bobby pins to keep it out of my way. Purple, wide eyes didn't help the equation either.

"No, just come up with something creative this time," I said. "One you haven't used before."

"Okay… ooh I got a good one! Chase, the reason you always get cast for the female role is you have such good acting abilities, that they have to cast you as a girl in order to make sure you reach your full potential in these mainly female-based plays. Wait did that make any sense?" The answer: not really. But it made me feel better at the very least that I had the excuse that I was sick and got cast for the only role left.

"No, but thanks for trying. So what part am I in for?" Did I even want to hear the answer?

"You got a character named Mrs. Kirke. Never read the book, so can't tell you much about her. I think she's supposed to have two kids, though. Maggie and Emma, you know those two girls always running around, are in that role."

"Oh, yeah, just perfect," I mumbled incoherently.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," I said in a sing-song voice.

"Oh come on! Tell me what you said!" she demanded.

"I didn't say anything," I said back.

"Yeah, you did."

"No, I didn't."

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I was brought back to the present by a very disturbed Gill. What he said, I didn't know.

"Sorry, I didn't catch that," I said, gritting my teeth. Gill hates my guts and thinks me a "lower life-form" just because I think cooking is just as important as reading.

"I said, 'What did you do to Angela,' you dimwit." See there he goes, calling me names in the first sentence he says to me. Well, the first sentence I hear him say to me.

"I didn't do anything to her!" I exclaimed. If he ever thought I would hurt her, he has serious issues. Everybody in this town knows that. Both that Gill has issues and that I would never intentionally hurt Angela.

"Well she ran out of here bawling her eyes out. Figured you had something to do with it." See, he even spits out the word you when talking about me.

"I don't even know what happened. Don't ask me. Did you try asking her?" I asked. Seemed an obvious enough solution.

"No, what was I supposed to do? Go up to her, say 'Hey, I see your crying. Mind telling me why?' That wouldn't work. Angela and I aren't exactly the best of friends, either," he said. Boy, was he moody.

"Whatever. Did you see which way she was going, at least?"

"Yeah, you'd be a moron not to know she was heading towards her farm," he said, name-calling once again. I had little patience for it. I kept my cool just long enough to turn around and avoid punching him in the face.

I saw Maya heading towards my- I mean our- house, her hands filled with stuff. I ran up to her and said, "Let me take some of that stuff for you."

"What took you so long?" she asked in an annoyed tone. What was with that?

"You know, I was talking to Gill. You saw me didn't you?" I knew she did. She was right beside me until he started talking about Angela.

"Of course I saw you! I just didn't think it would take you that long to talk to somebody. In that amount time, I was able to go to the Sundae Inn, grab all my stuff, and walk almost all the way back. Were you talking about Angela the whole time?" Did the wedding make her voice sound high and snooty or had it always been that way? I didn't bother to answer the question.

We arrived at the house and I opened the door for her, put her stuff in a pile on the double bed I had just bought, then watched as she put all the stuff in the wrong places. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. That shelf is for books only. You can't put your Nintendo DS there!" I couldn't help exclaiming. My neat freak-ness settled in and I grabbed it and put it on the appropriate desk.

"Jeez, Chase. You don't have to be so picky all the time. We both have to live here now, try sharing the space." Why, oh, why had I never heard this side of her before?

"Okay, fine, have it your way. You arrange your stuff how you want. I'm going to go see if Angela is okay," I said, earning a scowl from Maya. Was it just me, or did they not like each other? Her face changed quickly, though. I didn't know what it was, something that could only be described as… lust.

Suddenly she was all up over me, untying my apron from around my neck. "Oh, don't worry about her. She can wait until tomorrow. Tonight's our wedding night. Do you know what happens on wedding nights?" she asked. Of course I did. "How about we start now?" she asked, starting to unbutton my shirt and give me little kisses along my chest. The desire was still in her eyes as I pushed her off of me and buttoned my shirt back up.

"Maya, now is not the time. How about we just… postpone it?" I asked while tying the apron back around my neck.

"How can you postpone your wedding night?!" she screamed. "And for some stupid little friend of yours? Come on Chase, it'll be fun."

"Maya, I am physically incapable of having fun while I know that my best friend is sad, crying in fact. Come on, you have to have some friends." Whoops, totally not the right thing to say. I knew Maya was going to explode before it even happened.

"Are you trying to suggest that I have no friends?! I have more friends then you'll ever have, mister!" Now was my time to escape.

"Okay, Maya, if you say so. I'll just let you… cool off for a while and I'm going to leave…" and with that, I ran all the way to Moonbeam Ranch, paying little to no attention to the screaming hissy fit behind me.

When I reached the Caramel River District, I saw Angela half-asleep in her field, still petting her cow, Daphne. Her tear-struck face made that same intestine-hurting pain in my side. "Do you always sleep in the middle of your field?" I asked her, poking at her side, which caused her to spaz out.

Her eyes quickly fluttered open and looked directly into mine. "No… it's just a beautiful night. With the stars shining brightly above, how could you not?"

"Nice try," I said, repeating the same thing I always say when I suspect she's coming up with an excuse. "Now do you want to tell me what's wrong?" Even though it was just an excuse, the night really was beautiful. The grass looked soft enough as I lay down beside her, scaring Daphne away by my sudden movement.

"Oh, it's really nothing," she said. Of course, I could tell it wasn't nothing, but she really seemed like she didn't want to talk about it.

Hoping to break the ice, though it wasn't very successful, I told her a secret I hadn't ever told her before. "Do you want to know a secret?"

"Do I? You decide for me," she said.

"Sure, you do," I responded. As much as I was reluctant to say it, if it made Angela feel better, I would try anything.

"Okay, then what is it?" she asked while sitting up and pulling her knees into her chest.

"Before we moved here, I had the largest crush on you. That's why I asked you to move here with me. I couldn't think of the prospect of not having you here with me. I know it was kind of a far off dream, but… I don't know," I admitted looking up at the stars to avoid her eyes. I could've taken it if she'd laughed, I could've taken it if she made fun of me, but the silence was much worse. Well not exactly quiet because of the crickets chirping, but you get the point. "So, what do you think?"

It took her the longest amount of time to respond, her response being, "I don't think it was that much of a far off dream." I raised an eyebrow at the moon, too afraid to look at her face. Maybe the moonlight would act as a reflector and bounce back my expression to her. Craziness must have run in my family. Not like I'd know, but...

"Okay, now you owe me. What's wrong?" I asked again. She sighed as she lay back down on the grass, Caroline, her sheep, baaing loudly next to her.

"What I really want most in the world, is to open my eyes every morning to the person I love. After a little while, I want to give some of that love to a baby. My baby. Chase, I can't get that here. There's no point in staying. Everybody here is already married," she was practically crying again. I hugged her like I wished I could've at the wedding, wishing I had bigger, more masculine arms to hold her in. I could tell she was still hiding something from me, but now was not the time for that.

"Oh come on, you know not everybody here is married, Angie." Yet, at that moment, I couldn't think of anybody that wasn't.

"Oh yeah? Like who?" she questioned.

"Umm... what about Jin?"

"Married to Anissa two weekends ago. Why would I want to marry him anyways? He creeps me out..."

"Oh I got it! Gray," I said, remembering the socially awkward guy down at Brownie Ranch.

"Oh please, Chase. Stop trying. There's no point in me staying here. I can sell the farm and go back to North Carolina... don't know what I'll do after that, but hey, it's all a learning experience, right?"

"No, not right. You can't just leave. What about your animals?" I asked. She loved them didn't she?

"I asked Renee the other day if she would buy them off me if I were to leave."

"And what did she say?" Hopefully, Renee wasn't that stupid. But then again, she did marry fishboy himself.

"She said she would."

"What about me?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper at this point.

"You'll be fine. You have Maya to take care of you," she said. Oh she'd take care of me alright.

There had to be a way to keep her here. I didn't know what I would do without her in my life. I didn't want to live without her. "What were the things you said you wanted again?" I asked, desperate this time. Maybe I could give her some of those things...

"I want to wake up to the scent and sight of the one I love and be the parent I never had," she said sadly.

"Well, I can't help you on all of those points, but if you want to wake up to the sight of a girly-looking peach haired guy in the morning this one time, I'm here for you." Maya was going to kill me.

"But what about Maya? Isn't she going to be upset?" she asked.

"She can get over it. There's plenty more stuff to do on a Friday night. She'll probably be working at the bar anyway." I didn't tell Angela that she tried to seduce me. It seemed inappropriate. "All I care about right now is that you feel better. So, are you? Feeling better, that is."

"A little…" she admitted. I squeezed her tighter into my embrace. "Okay! I feel better!" she laughed, catching on quickly to my little game.

"That's good. I'm not letting you go until morning, though. Just to make extra sure you'll feel better," I said while stifling a laugh.

And that's how I fell asleep, with one arm around her waist, the other over her shoulders, while various moos, baas, and clucks sounded behind me.

A/N: Kind of a weird chapter. Can't decide if I liked it or not. And yes, I know that the wedding wouldn't happen on a Friday night, but for the sake of the song, I changed it. I recommend reading it over again while listening to I'm Only Me When I'm With You by Taylor Swift. I took the ideas from the song and incorporated them into the story.

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