Disclaimer- I don't own Harvest Moon.

Author's note- Some of you may remember that this was originally just a oneshot, in fact quite a few people might. Well, I enjoyed writing from Mary's perspective so much that I'm extending it to a threeshot. All the oneshots contained are missing Grary scenes from my now completed first story The Ups and Downs Of Being Ann. Enjoy everyone!

Oh, and this is dedicated to my fellow Grary lovers The Scarlet Sky, Lady Nailo, Ultra Drama Queen and anyone else out there who I either don't know about or can't quite remember right now.

Not All Change Is Bad

In theory, my date with Gray today was supposed to be just like any other. Only I knew it wasn't going to be. I don't know how exactly I knew; I guess I'm just perceptive like that.

And even though I do it almost everyday, sitting in the Library waiting for him to arrive was suddenly more nerve-wracking than usual. The searing heat of summertime Mineral Town wasn't exactly helping either, though I suppose I should be grateful that I'm even in the Library as recent storms have kept everyone cooped up for days. It was particularly frustrating for me as I had wanted to make some changes to several sections, but couldn't as I was trapped next door. Not only that, but I had a quite severe case of writer's block so continuing with my novel was a complete waste of time. I did, however, manage to get down a few awkward lines that might possibly work with some careful re-wording.

I didn't think much of them, but my best friend Ann was as supportive and enthusiastic as usual when I read her a piece over the phone. That was before the telephone lines went down during all the lightning so I haven't spoken to her since. Gray, though, rang me up last night as soon as we were re-connected, and that was when I began to feel that something wasn't quite right with him.

You see Gray never rings me. Never. We've been a couple for quite a while now and not once during that time has he rung me. Actually, now I think about it that makes him seem like an awful boyfriend, but, trust me, he's not. He never rings because we have this routine that we always stick to; where he visits me straight after work and we just sit in the Library for the rest of the day talking about books...and, okay, kissing too, but never mind that bit.

So, when he rang yesterday asking if I wanted to meet up at three I was a bit worried because we always meet up, so then why does he suddenly feel the need to arrange these things? Also, he sounded so odd when he spoke to me that I could just tell something wasn't right.

Glancing up at the old wall clock, I realised Gray was due to arrive pretty soon. My stomach clenched unpleasantly at the thought of it.

As I sat there, I wondered absently if should make a start on re-arranging the fishing section into alphabetical order. Still, with only two minutes left until Gray's arrival (and he's hardly ever late), even I could see it would be a bit pointless.

A minute later, though, there I was kneeling in the dust upstairs, trying to decipher the title of one particularly ancient hardback. I guess I just can't resist the lure of books! But let's face it, it's much more productive than sitting around biting my fingernails. To be honest though, I wouldn't necessarily say more hygenic because this book- that I've just discovered is called 'Ye Olde Fishing Guide' -looks like it's been dredged up from a lake itself.

"Hello? Anyone here...Mary?" It was Gray! In my haste to run and greet him, I slammed the book back onto the shelf very forcefully. Unfortunately that turned out to be a big mistake as I was greeted by a cloud of dust.

"I-I'm up h-here," I managed to cough out eventually. A moment later Gray appeared. For a second he stared at me, open mouthed. I'm not surprised he did either because with all the dust in my hair I probably looked more like his grandmother than his girlfriend.

Gray frowned at me. "What happened?" he asked sounding puzzled.

I tried to smile in spite of myself. "This is me proving why you should always treat books with respect," I told him wryly.

Thankfully, Gray seemed to understand me, which is quite something as not even I was sure what I was going on about. It's odd really. You see, it's like I go from one extreme to the other. Sometimes I get really shy and can barely string a sentence together, let alone told an intelligent conversation. Then other times I just babble on randomly until someone has the sense (or kindness) to stop me. It's only Gray that makes me act like that these days, though...hmm...surely that can't be a good thing? Can it? I don't know; I've never been in what you might call a 'proper', grown-up relationship before, which in turn makes life even more bizarre because just lately Ann has taken to asking my advice on every little relationship problem she faces. And let me tell you now, she faces a lot.

I don't exactly know why she thinks I can help her, as most of what I know comes from reading an unnatural amount of books.

No, wait- I take that back. There is no unnatural amount of books. Anyway, I'm a librarian so I should be encouraging reading, not the other way round.

I was still fretting hopelessly (about him now, not the books) as Gray helped me clean up. He even got as much dust as possible out of my hair, which I thought was very sweet.

I suppose it calmed me that Gray was acting so normal, but somehow I couldn't help noticing that he seemed slightly on edge. On top of that, he was dressed suspiciously neatly for someone who'd just come from work...suggesting that maybe he didn't come straight here!

I definitely need my own detective show.

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As it turns out Gray wanted the two of us to go to the beach this afternoon, rather than stay in the library like we normally do. I've got to be honest, I was more wary than ever as I'm not a big fan of change.

I don't see why things just can't stay the same when they're so perfect, like with Gray and I. Well, at least I thought things were perfect between us. Maybe Gray doesn't agree...

"What's wrong, Mary?" he asked as we made our way, hand in hand, down onto the sweltering beach.

As I looked up my eyes met his clear blue ones, and I had the sudden urge to blurt out my feelings. "I just don't want things to change that much that's all," I confessed nervously.

Gray just stared at me, evidently shocked. "Wow...you're like...pyschic, or something!"

My head was swimmimg with thoughts as I tried work out what he meant by that. I soon discovered that while I may be perceptive and am definitely detective material, men will always remain a mystery.

"What are you talking about?" I questioned him as we wandered across to the shore where the beach was quieter- May and Stu were currently darting around us and I felt we needed more peace for this conversation.

Gray stared down at the warm, golden sand beneath his feet, rather than look me in the eye. "I thought...I thought that you'd want to get married, but obviously you don't want that..." His voice trailed away before his face flooded scarlet as he realised what he'd just said. "No, no, I mean, um-"

"Married?" I interrupted faintly. He wanted to marry me. Me. I stared at Gray just as he had stared at me moments before, and I mean really looked at him. I took in his soft red hair, brilliant blue eyes, his cheeks that were currently flushed with embarrassment...the thought that he wanted me for life was just so overwhelming.

Without warning, I felt the widest imaginable grin creep slowly onto my face, as though I was giving him my answer through just my body language.

For a moment, Gray looked shell-shocked before his eyes widened in amazement at my reaction. Then, he mirrored my happy expression as he rootled eagerly in his pocket.

I had a more than a vague suspicion of what he was looking for, but it didn't stop the thrill that went through me when I saw it for myself. The Blue Feather.

The one in Gray's palm was crumpled and absolutely covered with grime and dust from the Blacksmith's. To anyone else it would have seemed horrible, but not me. To me it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

I took it graciously, caught up in my own whirlwind of emotions. From somewhere distant, I heard Gray say the words and ask me, actually making it official, but nothing came out of my mouth in reply.

Instead I just kissed him, right there and then. Usually, I'm not a big fan of public displays of affection, but I seriously doubted I'd ever find a more suitable opportunity.

The strangest thing of all though, was that I'd expected to feel victorious and triumphant about all this. I thought I was going to relish telling my mother, and everyone else who had ever doubted I would get to this point in a relationship.

But do you know what? I didn't, it wasn't like that at all. This wasn't about them. It was about me. Gray and me.

And that was the best feeling in the world.