Hey everyone! I know, I haven't completed either of my first two stories yet. But I couldn't wait to get started on this: my first harvest moon story! One day, when I was playing Harvest Moon and using Molly (known as Clarissa in this story) to court Luke, I thought "Hey, I wonder what would happen if they switched bodies?" And there it began. I'm not sure if I'll finish this one. Chapters may vary greatly in length, I already know that the next one will be very short compared to others. Still, I hope that you enjoy reading it, as it's set to be my longest fic once I get it started!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harvest Moon, or any aspect of it. They all belong (in North America, anyway) to Natsume Inc.
Chapter 1: It All Started With Some Orange Cake…
I paced back and forth nervously outside of the Brass Bar. This might be my chance. When he sees how good it is, he might notice me. I hope he likes it…
Thousands of half-finished thoughts raced through my head. My heart was beating a mile a minute. I walked up to the door, then quickly turned around and continued pacing. It was like each time I walked up to the door, some invisible force would make me turn around again.
Oh, who am I kidding? It's terrible! There's no way he'll like it! But then again—I looked down at my creation; some slightly lopsided orange cake. I'd never been much of a cook, but I was actually pretty proud of this cake. It took me many attempts to make it; my cows (who, luckily, enjoyed my failed dishes) were set to eat for about a week.
Okay, here it goes, I can do this, I can do this… I charged through the door of the Brass Bar. Everyone looked towards me as I walked in; Hamilton, Hayden, Kathy, and Chase. My stomach immediately started doing flip flops at the sight of him.
He's walking over to me…
His eyes are so beautiful…
I could stare at him all day long...
"Huhwhatsa?" I snapped out of my daze, face to face with the boy I'd been crushing on for the past year. Oh Harvest Goddess.
"You wanted something?" He asked impatiently. He looks so cute when he's frustrated with me…
"Oh! I um, wanted you to taste something for me…" I mumbled and handed him the orange cake. Stop spacing, Clarissa! You don't want to give the wrong impression.
"Thanks, I like orange cake." He said with no emotion.
"Oh, I'm so glad! I never would've guessed that it was something you liked!" I said excitedly. It was a total lie though. I'd known he liked orange cake for a long time. But it wasn't like I stalked him or anything; I just enjoyed learning more about him. Yes, that's it!
Chase took the cake away from me. He sniffed it cautiously.
"You sure this thing isn't toxic?" He asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Nope! It's most certainly not toxic!" I said gleefully. I sound so stupid… "I-I mean, I think it's okay."
"If you say so..." he said almost doubtfully. I felt sort of insulted; he knew that I wasn't that bad of a cook!
He cut a piece off of the cake and put it on a separate plate while I watched, hopefully. He's going to try it…
Suddenly the doors of the bar were thrust open. I didn't need to look to know who had just come in.
"Hey! Chase! Clarissa!" Luke shouted and waved to us. Chase put down the plate. My heart sank. Why him? Why now? Chase didn't seem too pleased either.
"What do you want Luke?" He asked, sounding disgusted.
"I just came to say hi to my buddy!" Luke said and patted Chase on the back.
"How in the world did you get it into your dense little head that we're 'buddies'?" Chase asked, his words practically dripping venom. "What could I have possibly done to make you think that I wanted to be your 'buddy'?"
"Hey Clarissa, you smell nice today, like fresh strawberries!" Luke said, taking no notice of Chase's words.
"Always the charmer, Luke." I said, rolling my eyes.
"Ooh, orange cake! Did you make this, Clarissa?" Luke asked. He picked up the plate that had been meant for Chase, grabbed the fork, took a big chunk out of the cake, and stuffed it in his mouth.
"Wowza, this isn't half bad!" He exclaimed with his mouth full. "You're a great cook!" He continued to eat.
"No! Luke, that was for Chase, not you!" I cried helplessly. He continued to fork in chunks of what had taken me days to perfect in a matter of seconds.
"Oh. Well, Chase can still have some if he wants. You want some, buddy?" He smiled a cakey smile at Chase as he shoved the half eaten cake up in his face.
"I'm not hungry anymore, thanks." Chase said and pushed the cake away. Luke shrugged.
"Okay, suit yourself!" He quickly devoured the rest of my cake.
"Nooo!" I wailed helplessly.
"Hmm, the frosting was a nice touch." Luke commented, licking the cake's remains off of his fingers. "So what do you wanna do tonight buddy? We could have a dudes night out! I made this whole list, and I was thinking-"
"Luke. Get. Out. Of. My. Bar." Chase said through clenched teeth.
"OUT!" Chase roared. He shooed both Luke and I out the door.
"Sorry, Clarissa, maybe another time." He said coldly. Then he slammed the door in my face.
"Wow, Chase sure does get irritated, but I know that he's always happy to see me." Luke said with a grin while adjusting his favorite flaming bandana.
"That wasn't even your cake!" I shouted at him. "Who do you think you are, eating food meant for someone else?" He ruined my chance to get Chase's attention!
He seemed to ponder my question for a second. "I think I'm Luke. Who do you think you are?" He asked. Was he serious?
"ARGH! I can't believe you!" I shouted.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, the cake was really good." He said earnestly. He was like a puppy; he had boundless energy, but when it came to being yelled at, he would put on those puppy dog eyes and get all sorry and sad.
"No, Luke, it does NOT make me feel better." I told him. He looked bewildered and upset, like someone had all of a sudden killed his kitten. "Just leave me alone!" I shouted and stomped off, seething with rage. Chase was about to eat my cake! I finally got his attention, and Luke just had to go and ruin it all.
I ran all the way back to my house on Honeydew farm and crawled under my covers.
"Hey, Clarissa, it's not the end of the world." said the small, squeaky voice that belonged to Finn. Finn was a fun-sized harvest sprite who followed me around everywhere, and only I could see and hear him. He was like a conscience, almost. When he first began tagging along with me, we resolved that we'd only talk to each other in private. 'Cause if people thought that I was talking to myself constantly, then I would have no easy time making friends. He hadn't uttered a sound during the whole cake ordeal, but now he was trying to comfort me.
"I know, it's just, I wanted to get his attention tonight. But because Luke came into the picture everything was ruined."
"You'll have other chances."
"Yes, but who's to say that Luke won't interrupt again?"
Finn sighed wearily. "Just go to bed, things will be better in the morning." He promised me.
"I hope so…" I said. Then I closed my eyes, and drifted into a deep sleep.
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