I finally got a review in! Yay! And for those who have read my other story, Apple Sweet, I deleted the seqeul, Bitter Oranges. It's just too hard to write after marriage and I lose interest in it. Sorry! Oh, and I'm thinking of making a story for Grand Bazaar soon. It'll be Anita/GretelXAngelo, though. I LOVE ANGELO! :3

Disclaimer: I don't own Harvest Moon or any of its characters.

Astounded

I got out of the hospital two days later. Everyone was so happy to see that I was ok.

"I was so worried about you, Chelsea!" Felicia exclaimed when she saw me. "Do you feel alright? Oh, I was so terrified when I heard that house collapsed on you!"

"How ya feelin' Chelsea?" Gannon said, slapping me hard on the back.

"Good," I coughed out; he had knocked the wind right out of me!

I ate with Mirabelle, Julia, and Vaughn that night. Mirabelle and Vaughn were still furious with each other.

"I still can't believe he didn't tell me..." Mirabelle muttered while we were eating.

"Let it go, Aunt Mirabelle." Vaughn said.

"Vaughn," Mirabelle sighed. "I'm just worried about you. Ever since your parents died well... you've been so unhappy. And I KNOW you weren't like this before."

"No you don't," Vaughn scoffed. "You weren't in my life until you absolutely needed to!"

"After your mother died," Mirabelle said. "One of her close friend's gave me her diary. It was full of stories of you and your brother, and what happy, sweet children you were. I always wonder, where's that sweet little boy?"

Vaughn looked down at his hands. "I don't even know..." he whispered. When he looked up, his eyes seemed cloudy, like they were somewhere else.

Julia and I had been sitting there that whole conversation. It was like we weren't even there.

"Vaughn, sweetie," Mirabelle spoke up. "I know it's hard for you, not being able to remember you past. But you can't let that ruin your life."

Vaughn sighed. "It's kind of hard not to," he whispered.

"I know," Mirabelle said. "But you need to try."

Vaughn looked at her. "Ok," he muttered. "But what about my job?"

"You can stay here until you get a new job," Mirabelle said.

I don't know why, but I was excited to learn that Vaughn was going to be staying here for a few weeks.

After that whole conversation, we cleared the table and I went home. It was late and I had to get up early the next morning, so collapsed right onto bed.

It began getting colder each day. Winter was coming. I had to bundle up to go care for my few surviving crops. I was sitting on the frost covered ground late one morning when I decided to go get a chicken.

I already had a chicken coop, so all I needed was a chick and some bird feed. I got up and began walking towards Mirabelle's shop.

The bell rang cheerily as I opened the door. Mirabelle was behind the counter, flipping through a magazine. Julia was in the kitchen, most likely trying to learn how to cook. Every now and then the odd curse erupted from the back room.

"Watch your mouth, Julia!" Mirabelle called to her daughter.

"Hello, Mirabelle," I said, and walked over to the counter.

"Oh, hello Chelsea!" Mirabelle said, smiling. "What can I get for you?"

"A chick," I said. "And bird feed."

Mirabelle's smile widened. "Wonderful!" she exclaimed. She ran into the storage room and came back with a little chick.

"You keep chicks in your storage room?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Mirabelle laughed. "Heavens, no!" she cried. "There's a door that leads to the chicken coop and barn," she said. She held the chick in front of her.

I took it in my hands and looked down at it. "Aw," I cooed. "It's so cute!"

"What are you gonna name it?" Mirabelle asked.

I thought for a minute. "Valerie," I finally said.

"Well, ok," Mirabelle said. "How many bags of bird feed to you want?"

"Ten," I called to her as she walked into the storage room. She came back with a cart full of bags of bird feed.

"I'll get Vaughn to bring it over," Mirabelle said. I paid her, and ran home.

I walked into my chicken coop and put Valerie onto the ground. I sat down cross-legged and watched her peck around on the ground. She looked so cute!

Suddenly, a knock sounded on the coop door.

"Yes?" I called, not taking my eyes off Valerie. I reached over and scooped her up into my hands.

The door opened and Vaughn walked in pulling the cart full of bird feed. He looked at me for a few seconds, and then started emptying the cart.

"What did you name it?" he asked.

"Valerie," I said, and put her back on the ground.

"Valerie?" Vaughn said sceptically. "That's an interesting name for a chicken."

"So?" I asked, looking at him.

"How'd you come up with Valerie?" he asked, putting the bags of bird feed into the feed dispenser.

I could feel my cheeks turning bright red. "Your name..." I muttered quietly.

Even though my back was turned to him, I knew Vaughn's face was as red as mine. Maybe redder.

"R-Really?" he stuttered.

I nodded. "I just thought of you since you love animals..." I muttered.

Valerie pecked around on the ground and waddled around the coop.

Vaughn and I stood in silence, watching her.

Suddenly, I remembered the picture. "Vaughn!" I screamed.

"What?" Vaughn exclaimed, jumping three feet in the air.

"I have something for you!" I said, and got up. I ran out of the coop and into my house to get my camera. I ran back to the chicken coop and burst through the door.

I flipped through the pictures on my camera until I found the one of the picture of Vaughn and his brother.

Vaughn looked at the picture and froze. "Johnny," he whispered. "I remember when this picture was taken. It was right before my third birthday."

My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open. "What did you say?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"I said, I remember when this picture was taken." Vaughn said as if it was the most casual thing in the world.

Suddenly, he realized what I was astounded about. He looked at me, his eyes as huge as saucers. His mouth would have been touching the floor if that was humanly possible.

I screamed loudly, and ran out of the chicken coop. Vaughn ran after me, leaving Valeria alone in the coop wondering what had happened.

Me: Hello, and welcome to Ruins Talk Show. Our guest today is Mirabelle.

Mirabelle: Hello!

Me: So, do you like the story?

Mirabelle: Yep! Except, I don't think I'm one to yell.

Me: *sighs* I know, but it just kind of fit in that chapter.

Mirabelle: *nods* I agree.

Me: What do you think of having a sister name Bella?

Mirabelle: It's very interesting. There are thousands of Vaughn stories out there, but hardly any of them actually mention his mother's name or anything like that.

Me: *nods* Yep, yep...

Mirabelle: Well, I have to go. I have food cooking on the stove back home, and Julia's probably going to start messing with it soon. Bye-bye!

Me: Bye! *looks at reader* Don't forget to review!