PLEASE READ- You guys are all perfect. I can't understand how you all put up with me and my constant problems. And, I'm ending my friendship with my friend that lied. It's not worth it. And, to those who are still reading this, my dog just gave brith to four puppies! She's a Shi Tzu, and I think the Father of the dogs is our other dog, a small black and white terrier. And, I think I'm going to start Karate, and I'm starting Piano again next summer...but I don't understand why any of you would be reading this, but I felt like rambling. Anyway, Granny's good and coming home in a few weeks (She broke her femur, not her hip), and my Grandpa in the hospital (the one in the car crash) is doing good, too. But, frankly, i don't like hospitals, and I feel bad when I don't go and see them because of it. And, I have an astigmatism in both of my eyes, not to mention the glasses I've been wearing were damaging my eyes, so I'm going to get new glasses tomorrow or something, and then in December I'm getting some really strong contacts. And for those of you who read this, I aplaud you. I don't think I could.
Disclaimer- I don't own Harvest Moon...and I don't think I've been putting this in earlier chapters.
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I pursed my lips and looked out the window again. It was pouring rain, and I was debating on whether or not to go outside and get the kids and Skye. They had been gone for a few hours, and I was getting worried. About the kids. Not Skye. No, not Skye. I had to remind myself repeatedly, but it never truley worked. As hard as it was to admit, I supposed I was worried about him, too.
"Julia!" Nicole called from the guest room, and I reluctantly pried myself away from the window and walked towards her.
"What?" I asked, sitting down in the sparcely decorated room. We never had the time to do anything to it, and it seemed over the years, Skye didn't either.
"You wanna go see if they're okay?" Nicole asked me, reffering to the kids, and I supposed Skye. She was putting on a purple sweater, and I sighed.
"Why would we need to? They've probably just been held up by Grant or somebody and are at their house right now, waiting for the rain to let down." I stated, repeating to Nicole what I had been trying to get myself to believe for the past two hours. She looked up at me and smirked.
"We both know that's not true, honey. Now, you want to go or not?" She asked again, but had already threw a light grey sweater at me before I could answer. I sighed and followed her through the hall, until we were at the door.
"Got an umbrella?" She asked me. I slowly nodded.
"Yeah," I answered, but added, "But it's outside." She looked at me, annoyance clear on her face.
"Why the hell would you keep an umbrella outside?" She asked, but rolled her eyes anyway.
"Fine. We'll just use mine." She stated, and walked to the guest room and back in a matter of five seconds. It was a normal umbrella, red, white, and green. She opened the door, and we were met with a loud clap of thunder, resulting in Nicole wincing. I smiled knowingly and grabbed the umbrella, opening it and putting it at an angle so we both were covered by it.
"I told you we shouldn't have gone. What, forget your scare of thunderstorms?" I asked teasingly and she glared at me as we made our way down the small slope that connected my farm with the town.
"I am not scared of thunderstorms!" She called above the thunder, but right that second she happened to see lightning streak across the dark sky. Horror etched across her pretty face.
"That could have hit me!" She screamed, and ran back into the house before we were even down the slope, taking the umbrella with her unconsciously. I snorted and kept walking. Yes, I was soaked, but I was bored, and I was already some ways from the house, so I saw no reason in going back like Nicole had already done.
So, being me, I kept going. I knew I was going to get a cold or something, but the Inn was close, and the kids might have been there, and Skye.
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"You know, you didn't have to come to check on us. We were coming back in a minute, anyway. Amy just wanted to stay at Ramona's until the rain let up." Skye explained as we walked across the wet ground. I pouted.
"I was not the one who brought up coming here. Nicole did, but then got scared and carried her fraidy ass back to the house before we even got a little ways from the farm." I defended weakly, but he saw the look in my eyes and just laughed.
"Fine, I'll take your word for it." He declared, wheezing.
"Stop laughing!" I pouted.
"Why would I stop laughing when it's obviously funny?" He asked, doubled over.
"Because, I said so." I answered, and he looked up, his eyebrow raised.
"You haven't talked like that since Hayden tried to get in the cookie jar before dinner and fell down, breaking his arm." He commented.
"Well, I just did." I answered, twirling a lock of auburn hair around my finger disinterestingly.
"Are we there yet?" Amy asked from behind us. I frowned suddenly. It was taking way too long to get home...and I looked back, surprised that we had past it and were on the bridge toward Vesta's.
"No...We just past it...And I don't see how we did. Ah. Julia was leading us. And she has horrible sense of direction. Though, since the Valley is so close together, I don't know how she missed the farm..." Skye murmured and I hit him in the shoulder, causing him to wince and cradle his injury.
"You were leading!" I objected and he rolled his eyes.
"No, my dear, you were."
"You were!"
"No, you were!"
"You-" A pause, "Hey! They left us!" I cried and Skye turned a lazy teal eyeball behind us.
"So it seems." He didn't look like he cared. I pouted.
"I'm leaving you."
"For a second time?"
"Ouch." Silence engulfed us, unless you count the squishing of wet grass under our feet, and the occasional bird chirping.
As I was walking up the slope to the farm, I slipped and braced myself for the impact on the wet ground that never came. Interesting. Is god looking down on me? Nah, Skye.
"Clumsy as ever." He commented, pulling me up effortlessly. A sigh escaped my pale pink lips.
"And you have to comment on that, don't you?" He didn't look pleased at my outlook.
"You're supposed to be grateful I didn't let you fall, not snap my head off." Skye stated, starting to walk again.
"What if I don't want to?" I shot back.
"Conniving little-"
"I swear, if you finish that sentence with bitch, I will personall make sure you won't be able to say anything else for the remainder of your pitiful life." I repriminded him and he chuckled loudly.
"Amazing, that you can still insult me and leave with the utmost pride that you did so..." We were at the door to the house now, and my hand was at the doorknob, about to turn it, before a large pale hand engulfed my small pale one, and I looked up, startled. Skye just smile coolly at me and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
"What are you-" I started, but was cut of when a mouth convered mine, but was gone the next second.
"Nothing. Just wondering what I missed all those years." He murmured, then walked in the house and shut the door in my face, but I was too startled and confused to react properly at the moment.
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Note- I really wanted to make this chapter longer...but you just need to stop at certain points, you know?
