A/N: Hi, this is my first time uploading a fic! Ironically, my name is Chelsea, so of course I chose to do Harvest Moon with Chelsea! This fic may be a little weird, because it's kind of a cross-over of a few Harvest Moon games, I just couldn't decide on one. Hopefully it all makes sense and fits together though! Well, thank you for reading this! It means a lot to me. I hope you like it.

The letter sat on the beautiful mahogany table and taunted me. I read it but once, absorbing each syllable written. I glared at it, hating the truth it held. I curled my legs up under my body and held my chin in my hands. I bit my lip as I felt Julius' gentle hand on my shoulder, and heard his soft words. "Chels, you know you have to go."
I sighed deeply, "I know."

Two months ago my parents died. I got the letter. I read the letter. Then I discarded the letter. Julius was ready to comfort me, but was surprised when I didn't need it.
"You don't care? Your parents died, and you don't even care?" He looked shocked. I simply shrugged. "I haven't even heard from then in five years." He pinched his nose, frustrated. "You don't get it. They are gone. Dead. Forever. You'll never get to see them again." I stared at him. "I already planned on never seeing them again. I don't see why this is any different than ignoring them." He threw his arms up. "It is different! It's so different! When you were ignoring them you had a choice to go and see them if you had a change of heart. Now that choice is gone." I shrugged, and slouched on the couch. Julius gently sat next to me and put his hand on my knee. "You can't keep yourself so hidden from everyone. You can't keep holding everything in. One day you're going to crack, and I'll feel bad for whoever is on the receiving end of that." Julius sighed, with a hint of a smile in his voice. "Don't worry about it, Jul. I'm sure it will be you." I smiled resting my head on his shoulder.

I wasn't upset that my parents died, they had always preferred my twin brother Mark anyways. He lived with them on Sunshine Islands and they adored him for the help he gave them on their farm. I didn't care. I didn't want to live on Sunshine Islands. Mark and I grew up in Forget-Me-Not Valley. We were known all around as the blonde-headed, green-eyed farm kids, and we were friends with everyone. When we turned seventeen, my parents sprung the news that we'd be moving to Sunshine Islands. Mark looked indifferent. I, on the other hand, was crestfallen.
I ran from the farm, ignoring my parents warnings and Mark's penetrating eyes. I ran down the hill to the tent and pushed open the door, not bothering to knock. I fell into Gustafa's arms and cried. I told him we were moving, and that I didn't want to leave. I felt his soothing hands on my back, and the scratch of his red beard on my cheek. I smelled the patchouli incense that was always burning. This was home. "Daisy, they can't make you go anywhere." He said in his smooth voice. Daisy was what Gustafa called me, only he could. When we first met I had been sitting in a patch of daisies. I gave one to him and he always wore it in his hat. "You control your destiny, not them. You just gotta go where the wind takes you." I held onto his words, they were all I had left. We made love, and the next morning I was walking to Mineral Town where the boats docked. I kept thinking of what Gustafa said to me about going with the wind, and finally, when the boat touched down on Sunshine Islands, I realized what he meant. I was about to stand up from where I was sitting on deck, but a piece of my jeans were stuck between two floorboards. I easily yanked myself free, but I realized, I wasn't supposed to get off here. This wasn't where I was supposed to be. My parents got off the boat and looked around, happily, with their son Mark. Mark saw me on the boat and walked back on. I didn't have to say anything to him, we just hugged and he walked off. The boat began its trek again. It stopped in Waffle town, and it stopped on Toucan Island. I didn't feel it with either one. The moment it touched down in Castanet, though. I knew.

Castanet became even more of a home to me than Forget-Me-Not Valley was. I became friends with everyone there almost immediately.
I exited the boat with my single suitcase, and my beat-up chucks. I had a red bandana from my old dog tied up in my hair, and a baggy white t-shirt with black ripped up jeans. My suitcase held nothing but art supplies and some incense. I looked around the beautiful water-front town, and realized I had an absolute fresh-start. Nothing compared to the feeling. I asked the captain if there was a hotel on the island, and he pointed me to the Inn. I walked slowly along the dock, looking at the beach, the lighthouse, and the beautiful town I was approaching. I walked up the stone stairs and turned to what I guessed was the inn, judging by the sailor's description. I pushed the door open, and everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at me. I guess they weren't used to visitors. I looked at my watch, 12:30. "You're open right?" I asked. An older man with gray hair ran over to me. "Yes, of course we are, dear. What can I do for you?" He smiled, politely. "I need somewhere to stay." I answered. His smile brightened. "Well, you've come to the right place. This is the Ocarina Inn. I'm Jake, and this beautiful woman is my wife, Colleen." The woman who was now next to the man had short orange hair, and a gentle face. She bowed to me, and I returned the gesture. A stout woman with two long pink braids and a turned up nose brushed her hands off on her apron and hurried over to me from the kitchen. "Hello, I'm Yolanda, Jake's mother, I'm the chef here at the inn." She held out a hand and I shook it quickly, but her grip was strong. I winced a little, she laughed good-heartedly. A girl who looked to be about my age suddenly appeared behind Yolanda, "Hi! I'm Maya! Nice to meet you! I'm training to be a chef with my grandma, here. I'm not very good. So I stick to waitressing!" She giggled. She had orange hair in little braids and a fluffy pink dress on. "I'm Chelsea. I just moved here from Forget-Me-Not Valley." I said. "So you'll be staying here permanently?" Colleen asked. I nodded. She smiled, "Let me show you to your room." She said. Everyone went back to their respective jobs and I noticed a boy with long, dark red hair sitting at a table. We made brief eye contact before Colleen and I passed through the door. She showed me to my room at the end of a hall, and I set my single suitcase on the bed. I didn't really need to unpack, so I just left my room again, after sticking the key into my pocket. I began walking towards the door and I bumped into a man who looked slightly older than me. His gaze was somewhere else and he was holding a tiny notebook and pen. He had chin length sandy brown hair, and he wore a cowboy hat. He had a white button-up under a beaten, brown leather jacket. The top of his shirt was unbuttoned revealing some chest hair. I blushed a little. He looked down at me. "Oh, my apologies, Miss. I didn't see you there." He smiled, he was tan and had a crooked nose. "It's alright. I'm new here, I'm sure I'll be bumping into a lot of other unsuspecting townsfolk." I smiled lightly. He held out his hand, "I'm Calvin. I'm visiting Castanet to study the land and traditions. I'm an explorer and archaeologist." I shook it gently.
"I'm Chelsea. I just moved here from Forget-Me-Not Valley." His eyes lit up. "Isn't that town beautiful? The land is remarkable."
I shrugged. "I loved it dearly."
"Why did you move then?"
"My parents. I used to help them out on their farm, but they wanted a change of scenery." I responded vaguely.
He nodded thoughtfully. "Well, I hope you enjoy it here as much as I do, Chelsea." And with that, he was off. He seemed nice, but impersonal. I continued to the lobby of the Inn, to notice the boy with the long red hair still sitting at the same table. Yolanda noticed me walking out of the room and called to me.
"You must be hungry after such a long boat ride, I'll make you something. Just have a seat, Chelsea."
I walked to the table facing the boy and sat down at it, waiting for Yolanda. Moments later she gave me a slice of pumpkin pie and a glass of hot apple cider. It was October 18th, two days after my birthday.
"How did you know these were my favorites?" I smiled and thanked her, as she humbly walked back to the kitchen. I noticed the boy across from me had raised his eyes and was looking at me. He held his hand in a feminine way, and his eyes were the same shade as his hair. I took a bite of the apple pie and widened my eyes, it was incredible. The boy smirked, and picked up his plate and brought it to my table and sat across from me. "It is good isn't it? Yolanda's cooking is the best around." He said, his voice had an edge to it. His eyes were almost challenging, they held a mischievous spark. His eyebrows were perfectly tweezed and his face was blemish free. There was no way he was straight.
"It is good. This is the best pumpkin pie I've ever eaten." I said, taking a sip of my apple cider, which was equally delicious.
"So I heard you say you're from Forget-Me-Not?" He leaned forward, the furry cuffs of his long jacket, tickling his nose, and causing him to scrunch it up in a very adorable manner.
"That's right. Born and raised for seventeen years."
"Why did you move?"
I looked at him. Not that it was a sad, personal story, but was I ready to share my life with someone I just met? I knew this was my chance at a fresh start. With no parents, no twin, no… past. I wasn't sure I wanted to remember the past. I glanced up from my pie. His eyes were expectant. I smiled.
"My parents…"

"Jul…." I cried, sitting on my bed, watching him rummage through my closet and throw a few articles at me now and then. "I don't want to go."
He spun around, hands on hips and glowered at me. "Listen, Chels. We've talked about this how many times? You have to go. It will only be for a month or two…" He faltered, tears welling up in his eyes. Leave it to Julius to bring the drama. "Goddess… I'm going to miss you."

"Julius you need to go." Yolanda said with a broom in her hand, as if she was actually trying to sweep him out of the Inn. It was closing time, he had stayed there for nearly eight hours and talked to me. Time flew when I was with him. I knew his whole story, he knew mine. He came to this town in search of freedom, like me. He lived in the city with his parents until he was seventeen and snuck off, just like me. He had only lived in this town for about year, his birthday was Fall 17th, one day after mine, but he just turned 18, I only turned 17. His parents were weird and lived like hippies. Julius felt wrong with them. They only ate organic, Julius did, too, until he moved to this island, that is. His parents only wore clothes that they made, with materials they found or purchased for very cheap. Julius wore some clothes he made, but he liked to buy some, too. He was very style savvy and didn't like to be held back. His parents let Julius do what he wanted, but when he told them he wanted to be a fashion designer and a jeweler they told him he wouldn't make it in that kind of lifestyle, and that it would taint him and ruin him. He was getting fed up at that point, but the final straw came when he told them he was gay. They didn't believe it. They weren't against gays at all, they believed love is love and you can be with whoever you wanted to be with, but they didn't believe he was gay. They yelled at him, and they told him he was a liar, and that he just wanted to leave. That night he snuck out and got onto a boat. He ended up here, and fell in love with the generosity of the people, and the acceptance. He works at the jeweler's and owns a house down by the river, he is extremely happy here, and never wants to leave. He listened to my whole story as well, and we realized we were very similar. Our stories were very near the same, and our interests were. Our forms of art were different, but art is art. I liked to paint and draw, he liked to design clothes and make jewelry.
I hadn't realized how late it was until Yolanda was pushing Julius out the door. I felt a bit sad as I watched my new and only friend on this whole island leave.
"Hold on, Yolanda! Give me a minute!" Julius demanded, pushing past her and coming back in. "Hey, I don't know if you'll think this is weird, but do you want to move in with me? Like be my roommate? I'm sure you can't afford to stay here the whole time you'll be on this island." He said, smiling slightly. I smiled at him, overjoyed. "Of course, I'd love to."
He grinned back at me and waited in the lobby while I ran to my room and grabbed my one suitcase. I ran back out, and said goodbye to Yolanda and walked through the town, in the darkness, to my newhome.

A/N: Well there is chapter one. Sorry it's just a lot of flashbacks, just to get the story going and provide some background. I know I gave Chelsea blonde hair and green eyes, but I was trying to make her look more like Mark considering they're twins in this story! Well, let me know if you like it! Thank you!