Ok, I know some of you are going to hunt me down and kill me. One of you even knows where I live, so I fully expect a crowd of muderous, angry people. I don't blame ya. I've been away for months.

I had writer's block, ok? I just didn't know how to continue. However, I now have lots of ideas! Let Chapter 6 begin!

I no own awesome game series. Or anime. Understand?

By the way, this story isn't really structured. It picks out random moments from the time the Harvest Moon characters spend in our world. Just so you don't get confused. :)

"Ugh, I see another short rant coming on. Just get to the fight already!"

Rose reached down for the container of popcorn, snaffling about one-third of it's contents in one go.

Alia sat back and grinned.

"The funny bits are the best! You're obsessed with fighting, I swear."

The duo were watching an episode of Fullmetal Alchemist, an anime Alia had found and immediately loved.

"You know, I just realised something. You like this anime 'cause the main character is the same height as you, shorty."

Rose smirked evilly, and her best friend looked about ready to kill. She launched into a rant that, rather amazingly, matched exactly the one being played out on the TV screen at that moment.

"WHO ARE YOU CALLING SO SMALL (S)HE CAN ONLY BE SEEN THROUGH A MAGNIFYING GLASS YOU JERK!"

Crimson was practically blown head over heels by the force of the yell(s), bashing her head on the back of the sofa they were sitting on during her flight path toward the other side of the room.

"Owww! Yeesh, that was a bit harsh!"

White grinned again.

"For your information, 4"11's are awesome. Which means I'm awesome, and you are not. So there."

Both started laughing.

Chase staggered through the door a couple of hours later, carrying bags large enough to hold Luke's daily mayonnaise servings, only to find Alia already in the kitchen, working on something.

"What's that you're doing, Alia? Trying to put poison in our lunch or something?"

Chase really didn't expect a cooking guide to thump him in the head.

"GAH! What are you doing home already! I thought you were buying the whole week's shopping!"

The cook picked himself up off the floor, lifting the bags slightly so White could see them.

"The shop wasn't very busy. Oh, thanks for the book to the head, by the way."

Alia laughed nervously, trying to block Chase's view of the counter she was working on.

"Yeah, sorry! I do tend to throw stuff when people suprise me."

"I can tell. Anyway, what are you working on?"

"NO! Don't look!"

A small struggle ensued, but Chase won rather easily, moving Alia to one side.

There on the counter was a decent-looking cake.

"Oh, it's a cake," Chase laughed. "I actually thought for a moment you were trying to poison us."

He suddenly stopped laughing, and looked rather thoughtful.

"Actually, considering your last attempt at cooking-!"

The unfortunate boy in question was unable to finish his sentence, mainly because a dictionary had just hit him in the head at high speed.

"SHUT UP! I'm not good with savouries, ok? If you try this, you'll like it, I promise! I'm good at baking!"

Chase pulled himself up again, staggering a bit.

"F-Fine. Just stop with the books! You nearly knocked me out with that last one."

The cook had to wonder what was so special about the cake. It looked alright, not amazing. He couldn't think of a single reason for Alia to attempt to hide it.

The girl herself was looking rather worried.

"It's an orange cake... I tried really hard! I wanted you to see that I'm not totally hopeless at cooking..."

Chase's eyes shone at the mention of oranges, and he looked a little bit more enthusiastic about trying the cake. The rest of the sentence then registered in his mind.

"Wait. Are you saying you spent lots of time and effort making an orange cake... just for me?"

Alia grinned and giggled, picking up a knife to cut the cake.

"Well, I like oranges too, Chase! I made it for both of us."

White passed the cook a slice, then they both dug in. To Alia's immense surprise, Chase finished the whole slice almost cheerfully.

"Not bad. Pretty decent."

Suddenly, Rose rushed in.

"CAKE!"

Before the duo could even blink, Rose had taken the rest of the cake and dashed off.

"Well... that was random."

Ok, that's the end of the chapter! As an apology for the time taken to upload this one, reviewers can say something they want to see in the story a.k.a "Vaughn embarrassed!" or "Harvest King (Verve) blowing stuff up!" and I'll add it in. I'm also putting some fan art for the story up on Deviantart. Look for ArcaGrowlMewTwo to find it. It'll be up by next week, and I'll keep adding from there on.

See ya, guys!