Disclaimer: I own nothing. Harvest Moon and all it's characters belong to Natsume and the song 'Dream Catch Me' doesn't belong to me either.

I'm sorry about the last one. Maybe I should just not have it in there...

Wells enjoy!

14th of Spring

I was woken this morning to the sound of Aunt Ruby singing. Her singing is beautiful but she sings so rarely it's kind of sad. Aunt Ruby only seems to sing when she thinks no one is listening.

Music. It's wonderful, Gustafa believes it's food for the heart. Maybe he's right.

Today is the Spring Thanksgiving: where guys give cookies to the girls. I bet Muffy is going to receive heaps of them. She gets them from everyone, her friends, neighbors and Griffin. Everyone always gets cookies. I haven't been here long enough to experience a Spring Thanksgiving. I have never received cookies but I don't mind. I mean I don't intend to stay here forever, I don't want to be tied down.

Although once, someone did give me cookies, long ago in a far away town. He was nice to me and we went out on a couple of dates but then I left for a change of scenery. I wonder how he is?

The strange dream that had haunted my mind since the fourth had faded into the back of my mind, locked inside my box of memories.

These past ten days I've been keeping to myself, pondering the strangeness of the dream. How did I know what the farm looked like in the past before it was painted? Why did it have that feeling of familiarity? These thoughts had whirled around inside my mind like a hurricane struggling to break free of the bonds of my head. I barely saw anyone except for Aunt Ruby and Rock.

I walked down the stairs and entered the lower floor. It was pretty early. 6am. The lobby's empty but the door leading to the kitchen was ajar. The music of Aunt Ruby's song drifted out of the kitchen and around the lobby.

I shouldn't disturb her.

I decided to go out. I pushed open the door and started walking towards the beach.

'Nami! Wait!'

I turned, it was Jesse hurrying towards me. The echoes of his call bounced around and off the quiet houses.

He stopped in front of me breathing a bit heavily. He straightened and reached inside of his backpack. At last he pulled out some cookies wrapped prettily in red cellophane with purple curling ribbon holding it closed.

'This is for you, Nami. Happy Spring Thanksgiving!'

I stared at the cookies sitting on his outstretched hand. I glanced up at him, he was smiling like he always was. Almost timidly, I slowly accepted the cookies he was offering me.

'Thanks Jesse.' I blushed slightly.

'No problem! Where have you been? I haven't seen you for ages. Are you sick?' He asked, concerned.

'No, I'm fine.' I told him quietly.

'Where are you going today?'

'To the beach.'

I turned and walked towards the beach, the cookies hanging from my hands. After a few minutes I noticed he was strolling along with me. I halted in my tracks. 'Where are you going?' Hoping he would say that he was just passing through but even so, a small part of me wanted him to stay with me.

'Oh, I'm just going to be hanging around here. There are a lot of plants I can harvest around here.' He glanced around to bring my attention to the messy fields around us. The fields were filled with weeds, grasses and flowers.

'Mmm, I see.'

We spilt paths at the turtle pond; I continued to walk towards the beach while he turned right and started harvesting.

As I entered the beach my eyes were greeted with a beautiful sight. The beach was empty and the soft sound of waves crashing against the sandy shore was a reassuring sound, the sand a pale almost glowing white, the sea reflected the pale blue sky and seagulls flew across the sky calling out to one another.

I stood in my usual spot staring out to the ocean letting my thoughts flow freely around my head. I looked at the sea, so calm. I waded into the water holding my pants up and away from the water flowing around me. The fish that fill the seas in the early mornings crowded around my feet tickling me. I let out a small giggle. Quickly, I swooped down to see if I could catch one barehanded.

Nope, no luck.

My father taught me how to catch fish when I was little.

'You have to be patient and 'tickle' them until they're so relaxed, they can be just taken out of the water, Nami.' He said to me a long time ago.

But I had no patience for this today and was just randomly jabbing at the water hoping I could happen upon a catch.

Tired of harassing the fish I waded out of the water and glanced at the log to my left. It was always there logged in the wet sand, a canoe floating by it, held in place and prevented from disappearing into the sea by a damp rope. I plodded over to the blankets and umbrella on the opposite side of the log, lay down and promptly fell asleep.

'There's a place I go when I'm alone

Do anything I want, be anyone I want to be

But it is us I see and I cannot believe I'm falling

That's where I'm going, where are you going?

Hold it close won't let this go'

I was asleep for about an hour when I was woken by this song. Curious, I grabbed the cookies and walked over to the entrance of the beach and peered out.

Jesse was bent over and busily pulling up anything he could find and storing it in his rucksack and was absent mindedly singing 'Dream Catch Me'. He straightened and wiped his forehead on his sleeve. He glanced at me in surprise and coloured slightly.

'Nami! How long have you been standing there?'

'Uh, not too long.'

He blushed and asked, 'How much of me singing did you hear?'

My head dropped to look at the floor, 'Not much just the chorus.'

'Ah, I see.'

Silence stretched out between us, neither of us sure what to do or say.

Unusually, I was the first to speak, 'You sing well, Jesse. You should sing at the bar sometime.'

'Really!? You think I should?'

I nodded.

'Would you like to come over later and hear a song?' He asked shyly.

Another nod. At this point I was turning slightly red as well. 'I guess I'll see you later then.' And I left for home.

'I'm back!' I called out in the still empty lobby.

Aunt Ruby stuck her head out of the kitchen, 'Oh, so you are! Come in and have breakfast with us.'

I quickly ran upstairs to put the cookies away before I walked into the kitchen and sat down somewhere on the table, Rock was sitting across from me and Aunt Ruby sat at the head of the table. The table was laden with an assortment of breakfast foods. Closest to me was some omelets and across the rest of the table was omelet rice, savoury pancakes, French toast, pancakes, rice soup, porridge, toast and mugs of hot milk, hot chocolate and juices were in front of us. Aunt Ruby loved to cook and that's what she would do every meal time, cook. Excessively.

Well, excessive for most NORMAL people anyway but Rock always managed to eat everything that was in front of him. (A/N: No offense to Rock lovers intended)

When Rock finished eating he pushed himself away from the table and sighed, 'Mum you always do cook stuff the best.'

I raised an eyebrow. Stuff? Doesn't he mean food?

'Well, I'm off to go see Lumina.' Rock smiled and started clearing the dishes off the table.

'Rock, you should ask her out sometime or invite her for dinner one day.' Aunt Ruby smiled as she said this.

Surprisingly, Rock didn't cringe at this idea, instead he grinned, 'Yeah, maybe I will. Thanks Mum.' After putting all the dishes in the sink he left, heading for Romana's mansion.

I got up after he left and started washing the dishes while Aunt Ruby left to stand by the reception.

Everyone has someone for them in this town. Do I have someone? Well, maybe Gustafa but I haven't really spoken to him in a while.

No. I don't want anyone. Yes. No one.

I stacked the last plate on the dish rack and walked up to my room. The door creaked softly as I entered my cozy room. The cookies were on my table, the cellophane casting red specks of light across the walls. I picked up the cookies and sat down on my bed. Carefully, I loosened the ties holding the package closed and breathed in deeply. It smelt. . .homey? Wait, how did he make these anyway? He doesn't have a kitchen.

A puzzled expression crossed my face as I took a cookie out and took a bite.

My first thought was YUM!

Wow. These are good, he can really cook. They were soft, full of buttery goodness and he wasn't stingy with the choc chips. The cookie melted slowly, making saliva flood into my mouth.

I was in bliss.

After finishing the first one I resisted the temptation to gobble down the rest and calmly set them aside for later before my resolve weakened and I pounced on them. I took another one out and savoured the taste. This time I made sure I'd stop eating them; I walked downstairs with them in my hands and determinedly shoved them into the back of the fridge. As I walked out of the kitchen I noticed Aunt Ruby looking at me oddly.

'My, my, my. Nami! You got cookies! From who!?'

I looked uncomfortable as I answered casually, 'Oh, just from a friend.'

'A friend. Really?' Aunt Ruby looked skeptical.

'Yeah.' I hurriedly walked out to avoid any more questions.

I was walking aimlessly, when my feet brought me to a halt outside of the excavation site.

I haven't seen Flora in a while, I guess now wouldn't be too bad as long as she isn't busy. I entered the dark opening and entered to see Flora and Carter facing each other.

'Hey is it okay if I make Curry Rice for dinner tonight?' asked Flora.

'No, no, no!' objected Carter loudly.

'At least this time I warned you before I made a surprise dinner', shot back Flora looking a bit miffed, 'Oh, are you angry?'

Carter sighed and said nothing.

I walked a bit further in so they could see me, Flora's head shot up and she grinned at me.

'Nami! Good to see you!'

'Mmm, same here.'

Flora skipped towards me and linked arms while dragging me in the direction of the exit, 'Hey Carter, I'll take my lunch break now!' she called over her shoulder.

She dragged me past their tent and sat on the ground next to the rock guarding the waterfall. Flora sat back a bit and sunned her face, enjoying the silence like I was.

I had met Flora one week after I arrived in Forget-Me-Not Valley. It was raining when she entered the inn late one night.

~Flashback~

I was reading a book silently in a corner listening to the rain.

The door opened, I looked up because it was unusual for people to be out and about at this hour. A girl around my age walked through the door, fully drenched, her hair in damp spirals framing purple eyes that were hidden slightly by spectacles.

'Hey Ruby. Got any food?' she had a soft earthly voice that filled the room.

Ruby smiled and disappeared into the kitchen, a few moments later the sound of cooking filled the air. The damp blonde sighed and looked around the room, her eyes resting on me.

'Oh! You must be Nami! Sorry I haven't come to introduce myself earlier but I keep late hours and I'm always busy at the excavation site.' She stuck out her hand.

I was a bit slow and stared at her hand before she said 'My hand. Don't worry it's not poisonous!', she exclaimed cheerfully, 'I want to welcome you.'

When I still didn't reply she took my hand and shook it exaggeratedly before taking a seat next to me.

I remember at the time thinking;

Oh great. Now I won't be able to read in peace if she keeps talking to me.

But those thoughts vanished when I saw she had pulled out her own book. It was small with a battered brown cover and was slightly damp. She sighed and tried to shake the water out. It didn't work. The girl tiredly smoothed the pages out to the best of her ability and started reading.

Together we were reading until Aunt Ruby told her that her food was ready. The girl with purple eyes thanked Aunt Ruby warmly before entering the kitchen.

Time passed and I got further and further into the book when the door to the kitchen opened again. The girl, much drier now thanks to the heater, walked out and bid her goodbyes to Aunt Ruby. She was exiting the Inn when I stopped her.

'What's your name?'

She grinned, 'Flora.'

~ End of Flashback~

Since then we had become good friends.

Before I knew it, the sun was setting. We had spent the afternoon just enjoying each other's company, talking for short periods.

Flora glanced up at the sun's position, perplexed, ' What!? The sun's setting!? Oh no! Poor Carter! I left him all alone to do our work.'

Flora got up and left, hurrying towards the excavation site.

I sat there for a while longer, enjoying the peace of the Valley and the slowly darkening scenery.

I sighed; I should go if I want to go visit Jesse before dinner. Slowly I got up, my joints creaking from sitting in on position for way too long.

I walked back towards the houses slowly, watching the area turn orange, red, purply before settling into a dark blue.

Time passed and when I reached his farm, lights were on inside Jesse's house. Nervously I walked up to his door and slowly put my fist up to knock on his door. I knocked once softly and the muffled sound of someone approaching came from behind the door.

His door opened to reveal Jesse. When he saw who I was he smiled and welcomed me in.

I entered the cheery bright interior of his home. It had changed since the last time I had been in here. The boxes were gone for one thing and more pictures were hanging on the walls, trinkets were placed around the room and a small round dining table was placed in the middle of the room.

The new pictures were mostly paintings of the Valley and a couple of vivid photos in different styles to emphasis the scene and emotion it was displaying. The trinkets were items from around the Valley which probably had some sentimental value. An empty wine bottle, several interesting rocks one of which had been cracked opened to reveal the sparkling blue crystals inside and a few empty packets which were probably rubbish. . .

His home had a welcoming feel to it like it was your home as well.

While I was looking at all the new differences in his home, Jesse had gone and brought out a wooden guitar. He sat on his bed and patted the space next to him. I sat next him and waited as he nervously cleared his throat.

'Um Nami please don't laugh if I sound . . . weird?'

Later I would think back to his song and remember nothing except that he had a rich, deep voice that made your heart ache and his song was something about home and the one you love? It was beautiful. When the song came to an end Jesse got up and went outside, leaving me on the bed.

He returned some minutes later bearing some turnips.

'Here, these are for Ruby, Rock and you. These are my second harvest of turnips.'

I smiled at the turnips offered to me. Aunt Ruby would definitely love them and Rick would love eating them too. I accepted them.

I got up to leave when I saw the photo on the bedside table. It was one of the ones I saw a week and a half ago, the one with a boy and girl. There was only one difference.

I knew who the boy was. He's the one in my dream.