A/N: Wow, I'm getting these out a lot faster than I was expecting to. :) Thanks to all the people who reviewed. If you didn't review and just read the story, thanks to you guys too, but review this time! It'll make me feel all happy inside :) Also thanks to pEaCe-LoVe-HaRrYpOtTeR for helping me come up with the title. I still laugh everytime I look at it. As I said, I'm switching POV again and going back to Angela's.

Disclaimer: Still don't own much to this story mostly meaning songs and characters.

Caroline's baaing woke me up, only for me to open my eyes and see the bright yellow sun high in the sky. I was blinded for a moment, black and blue blotches obscuring my view for a seconds. My farmer's intuition kicked me in the butt screaming, "Why did you sleep in so late?! What about your crops?! They'll die and you'll lose money! Wake up you lazy butthead!" Yes, I am very harsh on myself. I tried to get up only to be restrained by something.

My breathing sped up as I thought of what could've happened to me. Possibly I was stuck on a twig, or maybe one of my animals was stepping on my already dirty clothes… or maybe something even worse. Then it hit me. Why was I sleeping outside? And what was restraining me from getting up? My very slow brain (I was never good in school. Real life? Even worse.) slowly caught on to what had happened last night. I now knew the restraints were two arms. Not two very strong arms, but two arms all the same. What added to my faster breathing and heart beats were the fact that they were Chase's arms.

Partly because I wanted to see if my brain was lying to me, and partly because I had nothing better to do, I turned around to come face-to-face with Chase. And I do literally mean face-to-face. We were so close, it was like… well, magic. I snuggled in closer to the familiar orange scent while trying to keep the magic between myself and this subconscious person. Magic that lasted for a whole two and a half seconds.

I watched as his eyes fluttered open and he took in his surroundings, meaning me. I backed away, knowing this wasn't his idea of a perfect morning, seeing a dirty, smelly, farmer girl first thing in the morning before he even fully wakes up. He didn't seem phased by the closeness between us, although it barely existed now, for which I cursed myself silently. Why had I moved away when there was no need to? When staying there would've made me feel even better?

He let go of me to yawn and stretch himself out on the surprisingly (for Fall) green grass. "Good morning," he said, turning back to look at me again. I wished oh so dearly he would wrap his arms around me again, pull me into his chest as I was before, and just lay there with him. Of course, he wouldn't like that. That was when the beginning of the night hit me. Chase had gotten married last night. To Maya.

I jumped up quickly to my feet saying, "Oh, good morning. I'm going to go to the bathroom…" and ran inside, practically slamming the door behind me. I couldn't believed that Chase, my best friend for my entire life, was now married to Maya. And what was worse? I had been the one to keep him from his… first night as a married man. All because I was a pathetic loser. I started crying again and went into the bathroom, slamming that door shut, too.

As I sat on the toilet, I suddenly knew why I was crying over something so small. The bloody underwear between my legs was proof I had gotten my period. It all fit. The moodiness, the sob fest, and I knew I would get cramps the next day, as was routine for my body. I couldn't believe the month had already passed so quickly. I instructed myself to stop crying and after a few moments of persuasion, I did stop. To no extent did that keep me from feeling sad, but that was to be expected, right?

I pulled my pants back up, flushed the toilet, washed my hands, and left the bathroom, hoping to get some clean underwear. But as soon as I opened the door, the smell of pancakes grabbed my attention. Chase. I had no idea where he would've gotten the honey to cook it, but didn't care. My main mission was to get into my dresser without him noticing, not sum up the ingredients he used. I cursed myself for not yet building a wall between my bedroom and the kitchen, swearing it would be the first thing I would do next time I went to the Ganache Mine District.

I was about half way there, my stealth skills obviously not as in tune as I was hoping they would be, when Chase called out, "Hey, would you mind handing me the spatula?" I looked at his wrist to make sure he wasn't kidding me and actually had a spatula in his hand. He did that often enough for me to have to check. I noticed a multicolor bracelet made from thread around his wrist when I didn't see a spatula.

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"Chase, have you ever heard of a friendship bracelet?" I asked the boy in front of me. We were in fourth grade.

"No... am I supposed to?" he asked. I laughed at him. I found it hard not to put the words together: friendship + bracelet = a bracelet you give your friends.

"Well, when us girls get to be really good friends, we give each other friendship bracelets. It's made out of all these little knots to show ties that can't be easily broken," I told him.

"Are you trying to give that to me? I'm not a girl! I won't wear it if it's just for girls," he whined back.

"Stop being such a baby! Boys can wear them too, you know. What's really important is the meaning behind them," I said back to him.

It took a little persuading, but I somehow managed to get him to let me tie it around his wrist. "It feels a little weird," he said.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it. You have to keep it on, though. Don't take it off for any reason."

"Why can't I?" he asked.

"Because when you do, that will mean we're not friends anymore," I responded.

"Thanks," he said. "I wish I could give you something in return." He searched his neck for a necklace and his hand for a ring to give me, but nothing turned up.

"It's okay. That's what friendship is all about. Giving."

"Really?" he asked, his eyes widening. It looked so funny on him when he did that. "I thought it was all about trust."

"Well... that too," I said. There were many more qualities beside that, but I didn't bother mentioning them.

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"Angela?" Chase asked, bringing me back to the present situation. "Did you hear me?"

"Yeah, I heard you," I said. So he still wore that dingy old friendship bracelet, huh? Did that mean we were still just friends? Or did it mean that those ties still were'nt broken and never would be?

I handed him the spatula and hoped to make my way discreetly to the dresser. I opened the top drawer, pulled out some clean underwear, then ran all the way to the bathroom. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked.

"Back to the bathroom," I said. He left it that. The embarrassing moment stayed in my brain the whole time I changed and put a pad in the clean underwear then washed my hands again. It followed me out the door as Chase flipped a pancake. His face was red, maybe from asking such a personal question, and maybe from the heat, but I guessed my face matched his. It was still awkward as I sat down at the table.

"Do you want any help?" I asked.

"No, I'm almost done, anyways," he responded, and sure enough, put a plate down at the table in front of me. "Oh wait, you can get the drinks," he said, juggling a jar of maple syrup, eating utensils, and his own plate of pancakes.

"I take it you'll have orange juice?" I asked him.

"You got it," he said, throwing a random smile in my direction. I poured the drinks, giving us both orange juices, and sat down in the seat next to him. I was glad the awkwardness was over, replaced by the sound of us scarfing down the food.

"Chase, this is really good," I said, my mouth full at the time. "I should have you cook me breakfast more often."

"I know, I know," he said, teasing me. "Nice try, but flattery will get you nowhere with me."

"Why would I want to flatter you?" I asked, finding no obvious motive for myself presentable. "Just telling you the truth." And then silence again. Not an awkward silence like it was before, because of the sound of two gobbling people. But the silence still froze me. Froze me because that wasn't the only sound I could hear.

There was a knock on the door after the footprints grew noticeably louder. "Coming!" I called to the mystery person, getting up and leaving Chase at the table. I opened the door to find a short, stylish, purple-haired girl standing on the steps.

"Hi!" Luna said. "I was wondering if you had any spare wool. We're running out at the Tailor Shop."

"I wasn't expecting you to come back so soon. Didn't I sell you some two weeks ago?" I asked. That was the time I usually asked her to come inside, but with Chase there… I just couldn't let Ms. Gossip Queen herself see Chase, a married man, eating breakfast here with me.

"May I come in?" she asked. Crap. There went my plan. Hopefully if Chase just stayed in the kitchen, I could get her in and out without her noticing.

"Oh, yeah. Of course," I said, moving to the side so she could enter.

My plan b was ruined when Chase yelled from across the house, "Who is it?"

"Oh, it's just Luna," I yelled back, hoping I had never told Luna that I didn't have a brother.

"Is that Chase?" she asked. Why did my plans always end up not working? "I thought I heard somebody tell me he got married last night."

"Well, you probably did hear right… but Chase came over to make breakfast," I said, figuring she could smell the delicious pancakes from here. "How about I just get you the wool, free of charge," I asked, pleading with my eyes for her not to tell anybody.

"Okay!" she said as I pulled some wool off of my shelf and gave it to her. I hoped she understood the message. She left quickly after that, not engaging in as much conversation as usual.

"What was that about?" Chase asked when I walked back into the kitchen.

"Oh, nothing. Luna comes here fairly often to get some wool," I said back. The frigid icicle I had been melted at the sound of his voice. Was that a good thing? In my case, it was bad. I was falling for an already married guy and I knew it.

He raised an eyebrow at me, but I had no intent on answering the unasked question.

Chase and I did the dishes together. It was pretty quick, only throwing a few suds (by few I mean a lot) at him, and he back at me. Smiling was a common habit when I was around him. He left right after the dishes were done. "Well, Angie, it was nice having breakfast here with you," he said.

"That was so good, Chase! I can't believe it's been this long since we've had breakfast together," I said. My PMS kicked in after that and brought my mood down while a knot in my stomach formed. He hurried out the door with a parting nod.

With Chase gone, I glanced at the clock and realized it was 3:00 already. Thinking I could water my crops after it was dark, I hurried down to the Ganache Mine District to ask Dale at the Carpentry Shop if he could build a wall between my bedroom and the rest of the house.

I walked in the door to hear Luke trying to whisper. The only reason I know this is because he was a lot quieter than he normally was, meaning normal voices for us normal people. "Hey did you hear about Chase?" he asked somebody, probably Bo. "Selena told me that he cheated on his wife already. On their first day! Can you believe that?" he asked. Selena? What…?

"No," Bo responded. "I can't, Luke. I mean honestly, he's crazy about Maya. Just one glance at him will tell you that much. He's obviously head over heels in love. Who would he cheat with?"

"Well, I heard it was that Angela chick." He must not have noticed I came in. Bo did.

"Umm, Luke?" he asked, pointing in my direction.

I didn't ever get to ask Dale to build that wall for me because I ran out the door and burst into tears again. How could he do this? To Maya? To me? This one time, they were angry tears. Tears of fury. I knew it was the PMS, but that didn't stop them from flowing. I ran, pumping my legs harder and harder until I got to my ranch, ringing the bell furiously to make the animals go inside, earning dumbstruck glances from the animals. Ring, ring! My uneven breathing didn't slow down, but I didn't care. I didn't care if I died in the middle of the night, or even if I just got up and left. Apparently, Chase didn't either. How stupid I was to believe that Chase actually cared. That he gave a crap about me. Yeah right!

As my breathing slowed, so did my anger. It slowed into it dissolved. But I was still crying. Tears of sorrow again. Bo's words replayed over and over again as I watered my crops. "I mean honestly, he's crazy about Maya. Just one glance will tell you that much. He's obviously head over heels in love." Again, I questioned myself why would he do this to me?, but with no anger, no passion. Why would he do this to me, when I'm in love with him? How can I be such an idiot for not seeing this? After all, why would he marry somebody he doesn't love?

Then my mind flitted to Luna. How could she do this to me? It was all my fault that Chase and I were even there that night, but Luna? I couldn't blame myself for her mistake. There was no possible way I could've changed the outcome if I could go back in time and replay that scene again. I thought she was my friend. Apparently not since she gossiped to the whole town that Chase was cheating. At my house. I could imagine the conversation now.

Luna: (walks into Tailor Shop) Hey Julius, guess what I found out? Chase is cheating on Maya.

Julius: (putting hand over mouth and acting all giddy like a girl) No way, no way.

Luna: Yeah way. You'd better tell the entire island that he was with Angela last night. (runs away to tell the next person she sees)

Julius: That I will do. (runs away to tell the next person he sees)

Okay, so maybe I'm overreacting a little. I know Luna wouldn't do that, but why would Chase tell anybody he was at my house last night? Luna might have accidentally let it slip to Julius, since he's technically her brother in law, but I thought I knew Julius well enough to know that all he talked about was the new "in" fashions. Maybe she told Gill, although it's hard to think Mr. High and Snooty would waste his time gossiping. Candace wasn't even a possibility.

At this random moment, Bo's words rang through my head again. "He's obviously head over heels in love." Chase was head over heels in love with Maya, and there was nothing I could do about it, no matter how much it hurt.

A/N: If you have any ideas for the next chapter(s), review and tell me because my mind is running low on ideas. Even you have no ideas, review anyways! :)

Haha, I think the title's pretty funny. I was trying to say that Angela is actually a pretty strong person on the inside and her period is what's making her so moody. That's why she's been crying all the time during these past few chapters. Don't think you're stupid if you didn't get that, I'm just not the best writer. :P