Okay, so I finally wrote the next chapter for this. Took me forever, but it's here now. I've decided to do a DennyxChelsea story just because I love Denny and he gets no attention compared to Vaughn. So yep!

I OWN NOTHING DEALING WITH HARVEST MOON OTHER THAN THIS STORY LINE!

Chapter Two

After coming to my senses that I was not indeed going insane, I booked it out of my house and went on a wild rampage to find this "Gannon" person? What was he? A creepily different version of a cannon? Ha, see what I did there? I snort and about kill myself tripping over the one solitary rock in a land full of openness. I love to stop and figure out that one, but I was on a mission.

I went to Taro's home and knocked on the door. I heard a gruff "What?" and I sighed before pushing the thing open. I walked in slowly, feeling a bit self conscious about being watched by four different people all at one. I was more of a single person audience type of girl. My throat constricted without warning and I felt tears prick my eyes. All I could feel was overwhelming hatred aimed right at me, and it scared me. A part of my brain knew this was irrational, having just met them and all, but it still hit me full force.

Felicia's face imminently softened and she came to stand before me. "Don't worry about him. He's just a mean old man."

"I heard that!" said mean old man shouted in frustration from across the room, earning a chuckle from Felicia.

"You were meant to." she grinned at me. "Now, how may I help you?"

I cleared my throat awkwardly. "Well... Um... The thing is... I need to know where Gannon could be found. I blew a fuse and now none of my lights work in my house." Goddess, kill me now. So damn socially awkward when under pressure.

"Oh, okay. There's a house just below ours. A huge building, can't miss it. That's his shop. Tell him Felicia said she is going to foot the bill."

I blushed. "No! I can't accept that. It's going to be expensive."

Taro came up and pointed a superior look at his daughter. "I'd listen to the girl. She sounds like a smart girl."

Felicia shooed her father away and swept me out the door. "Go and get him to fix your house into a home."

I sighed and trudged across the way to the huge building looming over me. I knocked on the door quietly and pushed it open. As soon as the door was open enough for someone to squeeze through, two figures darted out, bumping straight into me. I moved out of the way slightly, looking over my shoulder to see who ran into me. I about had a stroke when I saw the two "ghosts" from earlier. My heart took off in my chest, and I hurriedly slammed the heavy door behind me. I leaned against it for a second, breathing heavily, before someone cleared their throat. I gasped and about stroked out on the floor when I looked and saw a huge burly bear of a man standing before me in the dim light. He had what looked to be a total of three teeth and stood at about three times my height and weight. I think he could eat me whole had he really wanted to.

I shivered back away from him and he smiled. "Didn't mean to scare you. What can I do for you?" he asked, walking over to flip on a light switch, drastically changing the feel of the room.

Seeing he didn't look so... intimidating now as he did before, I walked up to the counter he stood behind. "I need work done on my house. All of my fuses are blown and the lights don't work. Felicia said she would foot the bill, seeming as how I don't have any money just yet."

He smiled, warming his face to look like a cuddly old bear. "Don't worry about it. I'll have it done by tomorrow. You can stay at the hotel that opened up a few days ago. Nothing to worry about."

It's amazing. Just like that, I had a place to sleep and a guarantee of electricity in the morning. Maybe life here wasn't going to be that bad.

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Nine damning words. Words that should never be uttered, because it will come back to bite you on the ass. My so called "bed" was really a stiff cardboard like thing with a sheet over it. And my electricity made you go blind every time you turned it on it was so bright. I had to be a little bit thankful though. I did figure out the mystery of the little ghost children. One of them was a little merchant's son, the other Gannon's daughter. They both were scolded for playing around in my house given the fact that they knew I would be moving in soon and it would spook me. Turns out, I'm already the butt of countless pranks set up by the two kids.

I've met a lot of people, thanks to Felicia and Mirabelle, the local animal shop lady. They dragged me along with them on their daily "gossip runs" and forced me to make buddy buddy with the locals. I met some vampirish looking man, the father of an innocent looking shy girl named Sabrina. There was also a young man named Mark I think, who was a farmer with an amazing sense of humor. I predicted that we were going to be good friends in the future, given my outlook on life. I don't let many things get me down, usually attacking the problem with humor. That seems to be exactly like what he does as well.

Life here had been quite uneventful I must say. After the initial shock of trying to conform into this... strange lifestyle here, I settled into a painfully boring routine. Get up, water my lone turnip crop, go talk to people, then go to sleep again. I'm about to go crazy from solitary confinement to my schedule. Complicated sounding? Yes. Completely irritating? More than I can explain.

Now, the strange thing is when you get into the grove of doing these things, it comes as a shock to your senses when it abruptly changes. That's what happened a week after moving here. I was perfectly fine till I met him.

I was walking along the peer, when all of a sudden a giant wave slashed over me from a boat going way to fast for it to be a manually rowed boat. It knocked me off balance, pushing me into the deep salty water. Did I mention the fact that I can't swim?

I surfaced and gagged on sea water. "Help! I can't swim!"

I went back under, fighting to keep what little air I had in my lungs where I needed it. The salt was stinging my eyes and I was getting tired from flailing about, trying to get to the surface. Note to self: Learn to swim. It seems to be a good thing to learn. I surfaced again, and took a much needed gulp of air before another wave crashed over my head. I felt someone grasp my arm tightly, dragging me to the top along with them. We broke the surface and I gulped down a mixture of air and sea water. The person dragged me to shore, where I bent down on my knees and promptly got sick. I heard a chuckle and turned around to look at my savior.

He was a tall, fairly muscular man for his age. His skin was sun kissed and bronzed to perfection, complimenting his chocolate brown eyes and curly brown hair. He was wearing a purple bandana on his head along with a white sleeveless shirt, blue baggy pants, and a pair of rubber boots. On his shoulder sat a strange looking little bird.

"What? You think this is funny? You almost killed me!" I yelled, earning a chuckle from the handsome man.

"You look so helpless and utterly feminine. Bless your little heart." he said in a deep, mocking voice.

"Screw you." I spit out from between my teeth.

He laughed outright at me. "Let me make it up to you by buying you some lunch."

"Seeming as I just swallowed half the ocean, I'm not so hungry at the moment."

"Then come with me for the pure comfort of having someone distract you from your annoyingly plain life."

Without waiting for me, he walked out the alcove of the beach, expecting me to follow. I sighed, contemplated on running to my house, then ran in the direction of the cafe to which he was headed.

A/N: I love making Taro seem like a mean old man. It makes me smile cause we all know he's just a giant softy.

~Britt