A/N: Hello there! It's been a while since I've written fanfiction, and first time for Harvest Moon (and on a new account just so I can start anew) and well, guess who got into Cam a lot. There's a lot of stories going on for Lillian though, so I decided it was better to have Phillip take the spotlight. This is my own version of Phillip though, he's cute but a lot manlier but still cute.

Pairing: Phillip/Cam

Warnings: Boy love, (most) possibly yaoi or NSFW things in the later chapters

Welcome to Bluebell

The lush greenery of the mountain was absolutely different from the atmosphere of the city. Trees at every nook and corner, shrubs and bushes, small animals and insects moving here and there; it was all enough to make the ginger smile as he went up the hill with his horse, Randy, and cart. The mountain became steeper though, but the path was clear and Phillip whipped up the lashes on Randy then off they went, faster than before. It was simply exhilarating. Having to ride his cart and horse freely up on the mountain without any worries of any kind of property damaged, territory passed or simple old folks shouting at him for being reckless was just exciting. City life was never this fun despite the tons of distractions and innovations it offered. Having his philosophy was pretty rare and unusual, but Phillip couldn't care less. He was finally in the countryside now, and off to live on his own.

But even though the mountain offered a lot of free space for his joyful riding, unexpected pedestrians were just the same. As soon as he spotted the little fox running into the path, he pulled the leashes to stop Randy, only to suffer even more than his splendid riding ending. The small creature had hissed loudly, startling the horse and making it run out of the road and down on the side of the mountain. Luckily enough, the place had been cleared out; if not then there would have been a bigger damage on him, along with his horse and cart. But good news: Randy had stopped but the momentum of the cart and Phillip hasn't, making the cart with his things topple over and breaking off from the horse as it happened and the poor young man was thrown down, tumbling on the ground, passed out from slight blow of his head on the earth below.

The last thing he remembered was the little flowers that had started to bloom in this early Spring season.

…

The next thing he knew was pain. His whole body ached and felt heavier than all hell. Luckily enough he didn't feel like he had broken anything. Bruises and slight scratches and wounds were pretty much assured from all that he went through. At least he can still feel his body despite the dull, stinging pain all over it.

Though right now he was more focused on what woke him up. English accent, quite loud and pronounced, somehow hoarse, like from an old man was asking him a question. When he did open his eyes, he found himself correct; and staring at the very old man in a black coat and green hat. He had this cane with a golden horseshoe with white wings, and from his stance, no doubt he was an important person in this countryside.

Beside him was a woman in red and looked pretty different in culture from the man beside her. She was younger than he was and shorter, but her facial expression didn't look like she'd bowed down to anyone. At least both of them looked quite concerned as they asked him about his current well-being after he managed to sit up (with some groans of pain of course), in which he simply answered with a nod because he was still somehow alive and not dying after what had happened.

The two seemed to have gotten the message that he was not up for talking after just being woken up after a concussion; they stayed quiet, still looking worried at the lost young man in front of them. Phillip looked around and realized he was on top of the mountain, lying just by the entrance of the well-known site there where people gathered and all.

"Well I don't suppose you could be young Phillip who was going to farm here?" the old man cheerfully asked, making Phillip snap out from his small daze. The young man blinked, finally deciding to stand up and stretch his sore arms, liking the cracks that sounded from the action.

"Oh, uh, yeah." He nodded scratching the back of his neck, "Guess my folks have already told you." Whoever they were, anyway.

The man laughed, and Phillip was sure the whole forest heard it. He stretched out his hand to the young man, "I am the mayor of the village of Bluebell down the road to the left." Bluebell? Oh yeah, he had heard it before.

He shook his head with a small smile after he learned his name was Rutger, the mayor of Bluebell. Wow. But what surprised Phillip the most was that the woman suddenly raised her voice at Rutger before looking back at the ginger and introducing herself as Ina and the mayor of the other village, Konohana.

So he was saved by the two mayors who seemed to be bickering after their introductions, shouting and slamming insults at each other while the young farmer-to-be only watched them. Talk about rivalry. It seemed like political feuds were just as common in the countryside as they were in the city.

It seemed that they finally realized Phillip was with them again when they stopped and looked at him, cleared their throats and faced him with their heads held high. Ina had finally offered him to choose a village before both of the mayors explained what their villages are.

So Bluebell was more into animals like poultry and ranches while Konohana fell into the more agricultural side of farming. It took him a minute or two to decide, and the mayors looked all but relaxed in that time frame. And when he finally thought of an answer, Phillip cleared his throat and the officials twitched in anticipation.

"I'll be in Bluebell."

…

Two days after Phillip settled in the farm just outside of the Bluebell and after the tragic incident that had happened, he found himself incredibly contented with the start of this new lifestyle. Jessica was a mother-like figure in teaching him on caring for the new animals he had gotten as a housewarming gift after his horse was mended and his cart returned (still in a bad condition but it was still useful and Phillip couldn't be an more thankful for that). The mayor wasn't bothering him anymore except for explaining a few things in town. The townspeople were really nice too, even if Howard scared him a bit at first.

Tuesday was great as yesterday now that there were less people coming to him and all. He had taken care of his horse, cow and chicken and was off to visit the village to see some requests and new items. After that, he would probably go into the forest and try and practice hand-fishing and maybe some bug-catching. He wasn't really busy, but he knew he'd probably be eventually especially with that big farm land he owned by himself.

Everyone seemed to be busy opening their shops already; Ash was out with his sister at the back of their livestock shop slash house, Grady just left the house with his really pretty daughter, Georgia, to visit the stables and Enrique (or Diego? He hadn't familiarized them yet) was out and about with the chickens. They all had waved and greeted him and he returned the greeting with a bright smile and wave of his own. He then headed to the request board, hoping for something that would get him to the forest like bugs or fishes. Maybe even treasure hunting. He got one: Grady was asking for a certain grasshopper. It would take a lot of time to find it, but hey, he has a reason to go to the forest now.

And his stomach suddenly grumbled, reminding him that a piece of bread was not really a wholesome breakfast even if it was enough to get him going for the first few hours. It didn't really help that Howard's cooking could be smelled at the point where he was standing; telling him whatever it was the big man just freshly cooked it. Mentally debating, he walked towards the building, half-worried about his wallet with the other half about his stomach complaining even more later. He could just eat some things he can find from the forest, but he wasn't entirely oriented on which ones were edible and safe to eat.

He decided to enter the premises, the smell of the dish (it was fried; fried food was better in the mornings) was stronger that he immediately searched for it as soon as he stepped inside. Consequently, that made him unaware that someone was heading out of the building until he had bumped into them, sending the person back to catch himself as Phillip automatically stammered apologies, assuming the blame on himself (as he himself wasn't really affected by the contact, so he was obviously sturdier than the other so he somehow felt sorry for that). His words stopped when he saw who he had bumped into; it wasn't Laney or Howard (thankfully, or it would have been the younger who'd be pushed away). It was another new face for him.

Purple was definitely dominant in his outfit. The shirt under his vest was lavender while the vest itself was purple. His plaid hat matched his top, and his pants were black. His skin was whiter than Phillip's, and his build was obviously smaller than the farmer's. When he looked up to Phillip, his deep green eyes showed clear embarrassment as he glanced away, rubbing the back of his neck. His light brown hair was longer than his ginger hair and fell quite nicely on his face when he looked back at Phillip. It made him look pretty… pretty. And it was enough to get him to just stare at him.

"Oh, I'm so sorry again." His deep, but very gentle, voice brought Phillip to the realization that the other had apologized as well while he was busy taking in his appearance. He just simply laughed as a response, a habit he had since he was just a kid to avoid awkwardness, and shrugged.

"No big deal there. It was my fault for not looking." He grinned and the other man finally smiled, a fluttering feeling occurred in the farmer's heart at that. Trying to ignore it, he stretched out his hand, "You probably haven't heard of me, but I just moved in around two days ago. I'm-,"

"Phillip." The brunette shook his hand. It was far softer than Phillip's calloused ones and seemed like he wasn't much of a physical worker like him. "I've heard of you from Laney and Howard." He took back his hand, the smile still on his face, "I'm Cam. I run the flower shop just outside the café."

That made Phillip raise his brows, "Oh?" he laughed once more, nodding just so the other got that he understood what he said, "I thought Laney and her dad owned it. But I guess I should have known someone else does since I haven't seen it open yesterday."

"Ah. I was in the city. Went back here late last night." Cam explained, pocketing his hands.

Phillip nodded again, still smiling, before he realized the other was probably wanting to go outside again. He stepped aside and let him through, "Well you should open up now so I can finally see you in business." And that he could end the conversation before the flamboyant chef came out with the food.

Cam muttered his thanks, looking down for a moment and waving at him before he walked out of the café. Just in time, Howard came out with some fried chicken that filled the room with its scent, "Oh Phillip! Good morning, dear! Have you had breakfast yet? I just cooked some chicken, and just prepared some coleslaw. I'll put it out here in a bit."

There was no way Phillip was backing out on spending his money for good food now. So he sat down, chomping down on the chicken and leafy greens, on the chair facing away from Howard and toward the window in which Cam could be clearly seen working on the flowers and perfumes outside.