I was just about to give in without 18 reviews when I got one! WOO-HOO! I've decided to give up on that whole thingy-ma-doo-da; it's not working very well. And I KNOW more people are reading than reviewing. *sighs* Eh, you can't force people to do stuff with words.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon or any of its characters. Marvelous does. CURSE YOU MARVELOUS! Nah, not really. Without them, there would be no Harvest Moon *tear*

ONWARD TO THE CHAPTER (I've had a lot of sugar. DON'T JUDGE ME!) *runs away crying*

Here, Fishy, Fishy

I tried fishing again, but this time near the broken forest bridge. I sat cross-legged on the grass, and threw my line in.

I would wait for a tug, and then pull the line back as fast as I could. I caught mostly worthless crap like sticks, empty tin cans, and boots.

I had just reeled in another can when I heard someone walk up behind me. I turned to see Vaughn standing there, looking down at me with those cold, emotionless eyes of his. I don't even know if this makes sense, but they were like an icy purple.

"What do you want?" I asked coolly. This guy obviously wasn't going to be nice to me, so why should I be nice to him?

"You're doing it wrong," he said, his face not changing one bit.

"Excuse me?" I got up to loo him in the face, but he still towered a good head above me.

"You're not doing it right." He said simply.

"Since when are you the fishing expert?" I scoffed. "I thought you were just a cowboy who didn't give a shit about anyone or anything?"

He didn't say anything, just grabbed my fishing rod and threw the line into the water. It bobbed for a second, and then something tugged on it. He waited, waited, waited...

"What the hell are you waiting for?" I screamed. "The Pumpkin Festival? Pull the line up!"

He looked at me, and gave the line a good, hard tug. The line came flying up, with a huge silver carp on it. The thing had to be a metre long!

Vaughn handed me the fishing rod, and said, "THAT'S how you do it." He walked off, leaving me with a huge 20 pound fish.

The thing kept flopping around. It just wouldn't die! I tried stomping on it, but it kept moving. I tried hitting it against the ground, but I was scared to touch it. I have to admit, I am a bit of a wimp when it comes to touching fish.

It took one last big swing towards the water, and successfully managed to land in it.

Plop.

A few seconds later...

Splash!

I went diving in after the fish. Not on my own free will, mind you. The fish wasn't very strong, but as soon as it landed in the water, it began swimming with all its might. I was surprised, and went right into the water. The current didn't help the situation, either.

I was shocked and scared from the incident, so I held on to the fishing rod. A voice in the back of my head kept screaming, Let go! Let go! You idiot! Let go of the stupid fishing rod! But a louder, stronger voice was screaming, Hold on to that fishing rod! Hold onto it for dear life and never let go!

My eyes had been closed tight the whole time. Slowly, I opened them. Water rushed onto my eyes, practically blinding me. All I could see was a fishing rod, and a fish pulling me along...

Towards the ocean.

Suddenly, a hand grasped my shirt and pulled me out of the water. I was still clinging to that stupid fishing rod.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" a harsh voice demanded. "You could have been killed! Is that damn fishing rod so important to you?"

I cleared my eyes and saw Vaughn staring down at me.

"Uh..." I said, unable to speak. The fishing rod was laying on the ground, with the silver carp still flopping around on it.

Vaughn growled at me, and angrily stomped away. Julia came running over to me, with a towel in her hands.

"Ohmigod, Chelsea, are you ok?" she said, and handed me the towel.

"Y-Yeah," I stuttered.

"What happened?" she asked worried.

"I-I fell in," I said.

"How?"

God, did she have to know everything? "Uh... There was a big fish." I said. "It dragged me in."

"Why didn't you let go of the rod?"

"I don't know," I muttered.

"Come on, we better get you home." Julia said, and walked me to my house.

The next day, a man with curly brown hair and a purple bandana knocked on my door. He was wearing a black shirt, light blue pants, a purple plaid sweater tied around his waist, and indigo rubber boots. There was a little black bird perched on his shoulder, cooing happily.

"Hi," the man said happily. "I'm Denny, and this is my bird, Kuu."

"Hi," I said happily. "I'm Chelsea."

"I heard there were some good quality fish coming from this island, so I decided to come here." Denny said.

"Oh, so you're a fisherman?" I asked.

"Yep!" Denny said happily. "I'm hoping to catch every type of fish known to man someday!"

"Well, good luck with that," I said.

After he left, I laughed and said, "Vaughn's not going to like him; he's VERY happy!"

When I went to visit Julia later that day, I noticed Vaughn wasn't there.

"Where's your cousin, Julia?" I asked.

"In the city," Julia said. She was lying on her bed, with her head leaning off the edge upside-down. "He's only here for two days, remember? Why do you ask?"

"I just realized he wasn't here," I said. "Hey, have you met that new guy, Denny?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"Yeah," Julia said, flipping right side-up. "He's, like, really happy."

"Vaughn probably won't like him," I said.

"Why are you so interested in my cousin?" Julia asked.

"I'm not!" I screamed, and hit her with a pillow.

Ok, well maybe I lied a TEENSY little bit. Sure, he's cold and mean, but the guy saved my life.

Ohhhhhhh, boy. He saved my life, and I didn't even thank him. I can't ask for his number, because then Julia will definitely think I like him. That means I have to wait until next week.

I groaned, and leaned back in the chair I was sitting on.

"What's wrong with you?" Julia asked, eyeing me suspiciously.

"N-Nothing," I stuttered. "I'm just tired..."

Liar! A small voice squeaked in the back of my head.

Shut up! I snapped back at it.

I will not shut up! The voice said. I am a

SHUT UP! A louder voice boomed.

Ok, I was going crazy.

Julia: ...

Me: JULIA! *hugs*

Julia: HELP! I'M BEING STRANGELLED BY A MANIAC!

Me: *let's go* Uh... Sorry 'bout that. WHERE'S YOUR COUSIN! *tears up*

Julia: Damn... What is with everyone being so obsessed over him?

Me: He's hot!

Julia: O_O Um... He couldn't make it.

Me: Elliot chickened out didn't he?

Julia: Yep.

Me: Well... Ok! Who's coming next? Tell me, tell, tell me, TELL ME!

Julia: Um... How's about Pierre?

Me: He's not in the story yet. That would make no sense!

Julia: Taro?

Me: *shudders* That's be scary...

Julia: How about DENNY!

Me: ... *sigh* ... It doesn't matter. Just get someone here!

Julia: okey-dokey! * walks off*

Me: *hisses* ! *slithers away like snake*

I've had sugar. My brain is on hyper mode, so I'm thinking very weird and random thoughts.