Yo guys!

I'm gonna keep this short, 'cause I'm tired, lol. ^^ I'm soooo sorry this update didn't come out sooner, school is killing me, I'm in WAY too many musicals (JK, I love them to pieces) and now an old, yet stupidly recurring injury in the tendons of my hand (left, currently, although I have it in both) has flared back up, most likely due to playing my cello, so my left wrist is currently in a brace and now it's rather hard and very painful to type. :-/ So um, yeah. That's what's up in my life, how are you guys?! xD If anyone reads this... T.T Well, hopefully somebody does. I know it has a couple followers... (and you better read this, Stryke... XP). But yeah. I ramble. Have a chapter. :D

Disclaimer: Don't own it! Besides, Perry should totally be a bachelor in AP. Someone else can perform the wedding ceremony. Like, uh, Gill. xD

"Woah." Angela's jaw dropped as she stared at the little run-down farmhouse sitting atop the hill.

"W-Well, it's not as bad as it looks…" Molly trailed off as the excited brunette ran up the path, dragging her luggage behind her.

"Hey, wait for us!" Nudging her friend, Luna trotted delicately in an attempt to catch up to the new farmer.

"I can't- oof!" Angela promptly tripped over a rock on the small dirt road and fell on her face.

Molly covered her mouth to stifle a giggle. It was a very humorous sight, and as the girl sat up, she ran up to assist her, despite rather enjoying the scene.

"Man, looks like the dirt still has rocks even on Castanet, huh?" Angela chuckled as she rubbed her head ruefully, messing up her hair.

"Yeah, no duh," Molly rolled her warm chocolate eyes and reached a hand down to help her sister.

Angela smiled brightly up at her, "Thanks!" She grabbed her hand and bounced right up, brushing herself off. As she lifted her head, her gaze fell on the field, full of weeds and rocks. "Wow, that looks… inviting." She commented sarcastically.

"Hey, you're the one that bought an abandoned farm," Molly pointed out as they trekked up to the house.

Angela nodded, "Touche."

Carefully carefully climbing up the four stairs to the porch, Angela pulled a key from her pocket and inserted it into the rusted lock. Giving it a forceful turn, she pushed the door open with a loud groan.

The interior of the farmhouse was nearly as bad as the exterior. Stained white wallpaper was peeling off the walls, the hardwood floor creaked with every step, and the roof appeared to have leaks. However, the furniture had been more fortunate. An oak dining set was settled in the center of the few room building, with a sturdy looking twin bed in the right back corner and a kitchen countertop across the house from it. A bookshelf and a dresser stood in between them along the wall. The main room was not very large, and there were a couple doors branching off into a storage closet and restroom.

"It's so small…" Molly commented, sweeping her gaze over the house as the trio entered, Angela's luggage forgotten on the porch.

"Naw, it's… cozy," Angela corrected, squeaking in surprise when her foot went through one of the floorboards.

"You should probably visit the carpenters as soon as possible," Lun remarked, picking her feet up delicately and wrinkling her nose in disgust.

"Yeah, maybe I should…" Angela scratched her head rather sheepishly, her facial expression matching the tone of her voice.

"Well, I've got a housewarming gift for you," Molly said, rummaging in the stylish rucksack around her waist.

"Aw, really?" The owner of the ramshackle farmhouse put a hand over her heart, "That's so nice!"

"It's not much, really…" Face flushed slightly, Molly pulled a neatly folded piece of paper and presented it to her sister. "It's a map of the island."

"OOOH, thanksies! This'll be real handy!" Angela unfolded the worn map and studied it intensely.

A moment of rather awkward silence followed, in which Molly shuffled her feet and Luna tried not to insist that she had to leave the old house. Old houses were so not her thing.

"What are you doing?" Luna's sudden question startled Angela out of her concentrated stare, and the girl looked quickly up at the annoyed pinkette.

"Why, memorizing this map, of course," She answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Right…" Luna made a face at Molly and turned toward the door. "Well, my grandma needs me back at the shop. I'll see you two around!" And with those words and a cheery wave, Luna carefully stepped out of the house and off the porch, making her way home.

Looking up at Angela, who had gone back to studying the map, the edge of her tongue just barely poking out between her lips, Molly bit her lip. "Um, Angela?"

Quirking an eyebrow without ceasing her scrutiny of the page, the girl responded with a soft "Hm?"

"I'm gonna go home now… do you have money, supplies, y'know… things? To survive?" Molly mentally kicked herself. That sounded weird, but she was slightly concerned for the… odd girl.

"Oh yeah, I'm totally fine. Go chillax, I'm good." Angela lifted her dark eyes to smile at Molly before going back to staring at the map.

Reluctantly, Molly exited the house, leaving behind a rather odd sight. A lonely farmhouse in mid afternoon, several bags and suitcases on the sagging porch. And right inside the doorway, positioned so that anyone walking past could see her, was a tall, slim brunette, clutching a piece of paper and focusing deeply.

Molly sighed and headed down the road toward Flute Fields, her home calling her from afar.

"Alright! Now I know where everything is!" Angela folded the map triumphantly, glancing out at her bags. "Hm, I better move those in here before I leave…"

Humming a cheery tune, the young woman dragged her belongings into her new house, adding some things to the leather rucksack around her waist before skipping happily from her house, a pleasant song on her lips.

Skipping down the road to Harmonica Town, Angela breathed deeply, enjoying the scent of the brisk autumn day. Birds chirped cheerily, and waves crashed against the beach, a lulling sound to accompany the rustling of the trees.

"Okay, so I'm going to Town Hall to finish up some paperwork, and then I'm off to the carpenter's!" Angela counted her tasks off on her fingers, reminding herself of what she wanted to do. Reaching her first destination, Angela pushed open the door, aided by the fall wind.

Giggling as she shut the door with some difficulty, Angela turned to the room, and blinked in surprise. Instead of the mayor, like she'd been expecting, a young man stood behind the service counter, his back to to her. He was tall, first thing she noticed about him. His hair was platinum blond, and he wore a sweater vest, at which she almost laughed. Holding it in, she approached the counter, "Hey there!"

The person jumped, startled, and immediately turned around. Angela's first thought when she saw the front of him was that he totally rocked that sweater vest. His eyes were hooded, baby blue, and his hair was very styled, with a little cowlick sticking up in the front of his part.

"Can I help you?" He inquired calmly, having recovered from the girl's near-shout.

Angela grinned, "Um yeah, that's why I'm here!" Not giving him a chance to respond, she stuck her hand out cheerfully, "I'm Angela Silvers, I just bought the old farm."

The young man shook her hand, cringing a bit at her iron grip as he replied, still with the same, even, disintered tone, "Gill Hamilton, the mayor's son. Are you here to sign off on that property?"

"You betcha!" Angela nodded vigorously, causing some of her chestnut bangs to fall in her eyes. Tossing them out of the way exasperatedly, she looked expectantly at Gill.

"Right…" The mayor's son turned around to find the papers, slightly weirded out by the young woman. She was too cheery… finding the documents he needed, he turned back to Angela, and was surprised to find her staring at the ceiling. "What…?"

His voice caused her to blink and shift her gaze back towards him, and she smiled, "What what?"

Gill shook his head, "Um, nothing. Here are the things you need to sign." He handed her the documents, and Angela took them, laying them out on the counter and propping her chin on her hand as she stared at them.

"What are you doing?" He asked exasperatedly, sick of the weird young woman.

"I am reading them, silly. Do you really expect me to sign something that I don't read? It could be telling me I have to give them my first child for all I know!" Angela blinked up at him for a moment with a 'duh' expression on her face before returning to her reading.

"Your first kid?" Gill questioned boredly.

"Yes, I'm sure people do that. Now shush and let me read." And, with those words and a wave of her hand, Angela ignored the mayor's son.

Gill ran a hand through his blond locks, befuddled and frustrated by the farmer-to-be. She just stood there, leaning on the counter, hair falling by her face and hiding it as she read. So Gill just turned back to sorting papers, listening to the shuffling of papers for a while.

"Do you have a pen?" Her question startled him, and Gill turned quickly to be met with an expectant Angela, and nodded.

"Yes, here," He handed her an ink pen, which she accepted with a smile.

"Thank you much…" She wrote all the information needed, and gave the writing utensil back to him. "Here you are, and here are my papers." Angela smiled, and Gill took the items from her with a nod.

"Thank you. Welcome to Castanet, Ms. Silvers," He acknowledged.

Angela's face split in a grin, "Thank you!"

Gill inclined his head as the woman strode gracefully to the door. "I'll see you around, Gill!" And with that and a cheery salute, she was gone.

"Yeah, sure…" Gill shook his head and turned back to his work.

"Carpenter, carpenter… ah, carpenter!" Angela cackled in triumph and entered the carpentry.

It was dim in the building, with two workbenches directly before her and the entrance to a kitchen to the right. A young blond man with freckles stood behind the right workbench, sanding away at a board., and a tall, rather thick blue pony-tailed man stood behind the one to the left, scratching away at a piece of paper.

He looked up, his dark reddish-brown eyes hooded slightly. "Hello young lady, can I help you with something?"

Angela nodded as she approached the counter, "Yes actually. I'm the new farmer, and I would like to get my house fixed up…" She smiled sheepishly. "It's kind of a mess. Oh, and I'm Angela by the way!" She stuck her hand out cheerfully, and the man grasped it in a firm handshake.

"I'm Dale, head carpenter 'round here. That's my junior apprentice, Bo." He gestured to the sandy blond, who waved, his freckled face breaking into a smile. Dale continued, "I have another apprentice, my s-"

He was interrupted by the opening of the door, and a loud voice calling out, "I'm back, Pops! I got that hickery you asked for, an- oh, who's this?"

Angela turned around to see the young man that entered. He had a pleasant look on his face, and his honey colored eyes were alight with energy. He had hair the same color as his father, a royal blue, but only some of it was visible due to the blue and white fiery bandana he wore.

"Ah, good timing," Dale smiled. "Angela, this is my son, Luke. Luke, Angela's taking over the old Turnway farm."

Luke wrinkled his nose, which had a band-aid taped across its bridge. "The Turnway farm? But that place is all rundown!"

Angela grinned as she extended her hand for a handshake. "That's why I'm here. Angela Silvers."

Luke returned the gesture as he took her hand. "Well, as my pops said, the name's Luke! At your service." He quirked an eyebrow at the force the girl used to shake his hand. Widening his grin, he squeezed harder.

Angela chuckled, "Oh no you don't." And she squeezed even harder. Luke squeezed more and pumped her hand up and down. Laughing, Angela shifted her thumb and pressed it into the pressure point on the carpenter's rough hand.

"Ouch! Now that hurts," He complained.

Angela grinned, "Ain't nobody gonna beat my handshake!"

Luke crossed his arms after rubbing his hand, "I guess not, eh? Well Angela, let's see what we can do with your house!"

"Thanks Luke!" Angela beamed at the young man and turned to Dale. "So, any way we can make it pink?"

Okee, well that happened. xD I'm sorry for the awful chapter, guys... however, next chapter will feature Molly going to the Brass Bar, so that'll be fun. ;)

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