Title: Lovely Discovery

Pairing: Owen x Angela

Disclaimer: Please credit Natsume for the characters, setting and general Harvest Moon universe. I own nothing except for the fanfic itself.

Rating: T

Author's Note: Wow, two reviews in just a couple hours after uploading…you guys are amazing! I'm uploading fanfiction every day now that school is out, and now I have this to add to my list of top-priority stories! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! :D

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Angela awoke to the sound of roaring winds and rain pummeling the windows. She rose lazily and stared outside, somewhat thankful for the awful weather. Owen wasn't scared of typhoons, but nobody in Harmonica Town dared to venture outside when the weather was horrible. For today, she'd be safe.

"Finn, can you please go see if the animals are okay while I get dressed?" Angela asked to fairy politely.

Knowing that he owed her for getting her into such a mess, he obliged and went out to the coop and barn. Thankfully, Angela only had four animals, and it didn't take long for Finn to see that they were all well fed and happy.

Angela dressed in pajama shorts and another billowing tee-shirt before stepping outside. She couldn't go anywhere, so there was no point in dressing in her normal farming attire. She stocked her bins full of feed, gathered eggs from the coop and milk from the barn. She put everything in the shipping bin and then, just for a moment, went to look at her field. She'd just planted a massive amount of crops and all of them were damaged. She harvested some corn, tomatoes and tea. It felt good to be at least a little productive.

The farmer went back into her house dripping with rainwater. Finn brought her a towel and, to lift her spirits, suggested that they made s'mores and watched a scary movie. Angela's eyes instantly sparkled with yearning and she leaped over to her stove, getting all the ingredients ready while Finn handled putting in a movie.

Angela didn't normally like scary movies, but luckily she'd brought along some DVDs from her former home. She hadn't had time to watch most of them. Finn decided to pick out the scariest one to take Angela's mind off her predicament. He came across one with a picture of a man in a white mask holding a dagger and decided it would be perfect. A slasher flick would be just the thing to distract Angela.

So, for most for the second day, Angela and Finn ate the gooey treats and screamed at the horror movie. They'd been so scared that they'd eaten all the s'mores and had to make popcorn to munch on during the movie's intense moments. As the serial killer hid behind his female victim and crept up to her, the music began to build. Finally, in an explosion of screeching violins, the killer ran from the darkness and inserted a dagger into the victim's back.

Right at that moment, Angela's phone rang loudly. Both viewers jumped into the sky, the bowl of popcorn soaring across the room. Both laughed at their reactions and started to pick up the popcorn. Finn paused the movie and Angela, still giggling ridiculously, made her way to the phone and picked it up.

"H-Hello?" she gasped through breathless chortles. "T-This is Angela."

"You sound happy. Feeling better today?"

Angela suddenly stiffened. Her hand lurched towards the nearest table to assist her in keeper her balance. "O-Owen?"

Finn looked over to her with a look of sheer panic. He flew towards her and urgently tugged on her arm to try and get her to drop the phone. Angela didn't want to talk, but she couldn't find the strength to put down the phone. Thankfully, hearing his voice wasn't as bad as seeing him in person, so she managed to keep herself under control. Her cheeks were red and she was breathing rapidly, but she was able to keep a grip on her senses and not lapse into her frighteningly bold state.

"Uh…a little, I'm still a little iffy," Angela said, keeping her voice from shaking as best she could. "W-Why did you call?"

"Well, you rushed me out yesterday! I thought that was pretty weird…and…you were also acting kind of strange…" he mumbled, and Angela knew exactly what he was talking about. "Is…your chest okay?"

She could have died at that moment.

"Y-Yeah, I was so dazed…" she giggled nervously, desperately searching for an excuse. "My heart was racing…I was so nervous after fainting! I'm okay now."

"Awesome! I bought some medicine and I didn't know if you needed it. I'm glad you're okay!"

"H-How sweet," Angela choked out, feeling a huge smile conquer her face. He was such a gentleman that it was unbelievable. Part of her wished it was possible for him to love her back.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and continued to speak. "So…why did you call, Owen? Don't tell me if it was just to see if I was alright!"

She heard his masculine snicker over the line and almost melted. God, why the hell was he so sexy? Just listening to his velvety voice was making her lose control.

"Well, yeah. I know there's a typhoon today, but I wanted to invite you to the Summer Festival! I know you aren't a fan of fishing, but would you like to watch the fireworks with me?"

Angela cursed inwardly. This was exactly what she didn't want. If she accepted, she'd act like a total moron in front of him and repel him. If she declined, he'd be disappointed. Finn was fluttering about like a madman telling her to turn down the offer. Before she even knew it, her lips muttered a faint response.

"Y-Yeah, I'd love that."

Finn dive-bombed into the floor screaming in protest. Angela covered her mouth and contemplated retracting the answer, but the joyful response Owen gave her made it too hard. She nodded and hung up the phone.

"Why did you do that? WHY? WHHHHHHY?"

"I couldn't turn him down!" Angela hollered in her defense. "He seemed so happy about it…and before I knew it I'd already said yes…"

She sat on her bed in dismay and looked at Finn sadly. Thankfully, the Summer Festival wasn't a romantic festival. In fact, the fireworks were the only thing that was even remotely aimed towards couples. Then an idea struck Angela. It would be dark outside by the time the fireworks started. As long as she couldn't see him directly, then she could probably control herself.

"This is my first date with Owen…and I won't even be able to look at him!" Angela cried out in frustration, ripping at her hair before falling back on the bed. She laid motionless until Finn had picked up the popcorn mess they'd left on the floor. After he finished, the tiny sprite went to Angela's side and tried his best to comfort her. "This is my fault…"

"No it's not, Finn…" she said, hugging the little fairy close to her and stroking his head of emerald colored hair. "Let's look on the bright side. I don't have a debilitating disease and my animals are all healthy. My life is still pretty good…and I know things will be okay in the end! We just have to be optimistic!"

Finn nodded and the two cheered merrily before going back to the movie. Still, ever since that phone call, nothing in the movie seemed to scare them quite as much. Finn wanted to ask Angela how everything would be alright in the end, because he had no idea.

Truthfully, he didn't think she did either.

XOXOXOXOXO

The night eventually came and, by then, the typhoon had died down drastically. Angela was incredibly thankful for that and decided to check on her animals one last time before setting back into bed. As soon as everyone was tucked away for the night, she made her way back to the house with a little more bounce in her step. Truth be told, she was a little excited for the date. Being near him was bound to be hard, but she'd deal with it. There was no going back now. Angela was a natural optimist and was a professional at taking a bad situation and making it better.

She'd order a cute outfit from the Tailor's when she got back inside. She had her idea on a black victorian dress trimmed with white roses and frilly lace. It was feminine and beautiful, and she knew Owen would like it. She also planned on wearing a garnet ring on her finger. She knew how much the miner liked fiery, red stones. Just thinking about her outfit was making her giddy. Her heart was pounding with glee despite the possible problems.

She made her way through the pelting rain until she reached the front door. As she did, a tiny voice seemed to call out to her. She thought it was Finn at first. As it pressed on, Angela realized it was coming from behind her and was more feminine that the sprite's voice. Angela turned and saw a tiny shadow approaching her. As it drew closer, the farmer realized who it was. Chloe stumbled over to her, her coat soaking wet and her cheeks red from the blisteringly fast winds.

"A-Angela…can I come inside?" Chloe asked with a sweet smile, waving weakly to Angela. The chocolate-haired farmer didn't waste a second. She pulled the little girl inside and ripped off her wet clothes, leaving her standing in her dress and shoes. Angela even plucked the hair elastic from her head, leaving her orange hair to fall over her shoulders. The little girl shook her head like a wet dog's and laughed. "Haha! Did you miss me?"

"C-Chloe?" she gasped, eyes wide with shock. "What are you doing out by yourself in the middle of a typhoon? It's dangerous!"

"I had to see you! I sneaked out so that Grandpa wouldn't see me!"

Angela blanched and fell back on her couch.

"He's going to be furious," Angela fretted, gripping her hair in fear. The little girl didn't see to comprehend the gravity of her actions. "Wait…why did you come, Chloe? Is something wrong?"

"Well, no…" she began, trying to cover her mouth and keep herself from giggling. "Nothing is wrong. I just thought that since Owen said you weren't feeling well…"

She pulled out something from behind her back and presented it to her proudly.

"I thought I'd bring you a treat! Here, it's Conger Eel Rice! It's your favorite, right Angela?" she asked in a sprightly voice. The farmer couldn't disagree that she loved the dish, but that was no reason for a little girl to be outside.

After chastising her for the irresponsible behavior, the farmer smiled and offered the girl a clean towel and a seat on her couch. Angela decided to pop in another horror movie to distract Chloe while she called Ramsey. He must have been close to having a heart attack. Punching in the number as fast as she could, the farmer listened to the rhythmic chime of the phone until the old man finally picked up. As Angela expected, he was stuttering with panic when he picked up the line. After informing him that Chloe was inside and that she was alright, he seemed to calm down a little bit. The old man said he'd be over in half an hour to pick the little girl up once the rain has diminished a bit more. While the typhoon had died down from earlier it was still a raging storm that could easily hurt someone. Angela turned on the horror movie again huddled next to the little girl under a polka-dot blanket.

After half an hour of screaming and hiding under the blanket, there was a knock at the door. Both girls screamed and fell off the couch laughing. Angela opened the door and saw a man standing in a raincoat with a hood pulled over his eyes.

"Oh, Ramsey," she said, overjoyed he'd made it safely. "I'm so sorry you had to come all the way here. Chloe is on the couch! I've got her clothes over by the laundry basket…"

The man nodded and pulled off the hood. When Angela saw flaming red hair and arms rippling with muscle, something inside of her twitched and she grew flushed. Oh no, she thought to herself as her hazel eyes connected with his icy gray ones.

"O-Owen…" she gasped, trying to catch her breath. For a split second, everything seemed to freeze. It was as if time had stopped. "I…thought Ramsey was coming."

"When I found out what happened, I volunteered to come down here myself," he said curtly, scanning the room for his cousin. When he saw that the little girl was safe, he was so relieved that he rushed to hug her. After a quick embrace, he also chastised her for her awful behavior and how inhospitable it was for her to just burst into Angela's home without warning. The entire time, Angela watched with a half-lidded stare, her eyes glazed over in lust. Just staring at him was making her loins dampen with desire.

Within seconds, all control was gone.

"Mmm…" she hummed, reaching out to touch his face. "Hey, Owen…"

Right in the middle of reprimanding Chloe, he turned to her and caught her hand. He looked puzzled and released her wrist seconds later upon seeing the brazen smile on her face. Angela guessed she must have looked as aroused as she felt.

"W-What is it?" he asked, trying to still sound stern with Chloe in the room watching them. "I'm sorry to have troubled you, Angela…I really am. I'm going to take Chloe back home. I'm really sorry."

"Why don't you stay?" she asked boldly. Owen turned bright red and looked at her in shock, laughing nervously as he averted his eyes to a confused Chloe. "I can't…I have to take her home."

"What time do you want me to meet you for our little date?" Angela asked slyly as the miner took his cousin's hand and went towards the door. "I don't want to keep you waiting for the fireworks."

The double-entendre flew right over his head.

"Uh…how about 21:00?" he proposed, smiling self-consciously as they spoke. He was also blushing quite frankly, which pleased the aroused Angela. "You're…acting different. You must still be a little injured from when you collapsed, I guess."

"Am I?" she asked with enough coyness to make Owen turn bright red. She also noticed that her sultry voice seemed to be having an effect on him. The bulge between his legs seems slightly more prominent than normal and he was having a hard time maintaining eye contact. Angela licked her lips and noticed that she was still wearing her pajamas which showed off her toned legs very nicely.

She strode towards him and leaned close to him, just so the tips of her breasts could lightly touch his toned chest. He loosed a tiny, deep moan at the sensation. Just before she could lean any closer and rub her palms against his sculpted shoulders, Finn noticed her behavior and took charge. The sprite rushed toward her and rammed her right in the back of her neck with his head. Angela awoke and Finn spiraled into a dizzy slumber.

"A…Angela?" Owen asked, pulling back and making sure his broad back shielded his little cousin's sight.

"Sorry, I tripped," Angela blabbed out, stumbling backwards and pretending to catch her balance. She also cleared her throat as to pretend that her alluring voice was only the result of a scratchy throat. "I must have lost balance! Clumsy me!"

"Y-Yeah…" Owen stammered, nodding to her. His cheerful attitude seemed to return. He'd been caught off guard before, but now that she was back to normal, he seemed to relax a little. "Well, I'll see ya tomorrow. Have a good night."

There was a smile on his face as he turned to leave. Chloe bid her a final farewell as the door shut and, just as it had been hours before, Angela and Finn were alone again. Once their footsteps faded away, the farmer frantically bent down to cup the tiny being in her hands.

"Finn…Finn, are you alright?"

Finn was awake, but his head was spinning after having rammed into her neck so hard.

"I…can't keep doing this…" he said slowly, speaking in a flimsy voice. Angela nodded in agreement and held the little fairy close to her chest. Hopefully the date would go over better. She'd have to come up with some way to snap herself out of a daze whenever she was close to losing control.

Thankfully she had an entire night to think up possibilities.

However, she still had five days to go, and she wasn't sure any of her possibilities were strong enough to withstand the strength of time.

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Sorry this chapter seemed slow. This was an awkward day to throw in, but I figured it was a good set-up to the festival. Oh, and does anyone remember what the day after the Summer Festival is?

Well, it's Owen's birthday. That'll be a fun chapter. Haha!

R&R, and I hope you enjoyed! :D