A/N: Just an FYI... This is an alternating POV story written by Dear Marley and myself. I'll be writing Angela's point of view and she'll be writing Chase's.

Chapter One (Angela's Point of View)

The boat had come to a halt at the Waffle Town dock. Its only dock. The city I had just commuted from had several docks. But, this town, being small, only had one. Maybe it being small was a good thing. Maybe living in a small town would be a good change of pace for me. My mother told me it would. Who knows, maybe my mother was actually right for a change. That, in itself, would be enough to satisfy me.

The polite boat captain, Cpt. Pascal, as his name tag read, helped me gather my bags. He asked me where to take them, but I insisted on carrying them myself. Independence was a good thing to have. You weren't always asking people for things.

"Well, I hope you find whatever you were looking for here," he tipped his hat.

Find what I was looking for? Yeah, right. Sure, I'd put on the front that I was this 'happy-happy-joy-joy' brunette to avoid delving deep into my past. Definetely not something I'd want to do, especially if I decided not to stay.

I walked up to the nearest street sign and read "To Town Hall" and decided that should be my first stop. Maybe the mayor was there, the man running this 'free farming' thing that was explained in a flyer my mother gave me.

"Try it, I think you'll like farming. It'll get all this mess off your mind." she said.

I acted like it was really a great thing just so she wouldn't badger me twenty-four/seven about farming. And, I had decided that moving off would be a chance for me to get away from her. Don't get me wrong, I love my mother. Love her to death. But sometimes, when bad things happen to me or to the whole family? She's really overbearing.

I entered the well built facility labeled 'Town Hall' to find a young brunette girl and a tow-headed boy, both about my age, working behind the front desk. They looked a bit shocked to see me. Probably shocked to see a new face. The town wasn't exactly booming with newcomers, as far as I could tell.

"Hello, I'm Elli! I'm the clerk here at the Town Hall... May I ask your name?" she eagerly asked.

"I'm Angela. Nice to meet you. I'm here to join the farming project," I answered, confidently.

The blonde spoke up, "You need to see my father then. The name's Gill, I'm the mayor's son."

He motioned back with his thumb. A graying man probably in his late 50s was sitting at his desk. Looking a bit worried. I had no idea about what, though.

"He'll be surprised to see someone that's interested in the farming thing," I heard Elli mutter.

Gill nodded and led me to the small desk in the back of the lobby of the building. The man looked up only after Gill tapped him on the shoulder.

"Father, here's someone that's interesting in your farming project," was all he said before heading back to the front desk.

"Oh, my... You're actually interested? I was beginning to wonder if anyone was going to take me up on the offer..." the man stood up, "My name's Hamilton."

"So, Mayor Hamilton, you're telling me that I'm the first one that's wanted to do this?" I wondered, kind of confused.

"Yes. Turns out, farming's not as popular as I thought... So, all you've got to do is pick out which plot of land you'd like and then we'll have it built. And I'll put up your board at the Inn," he practically jumped with joy.

I nodded and followed him over to the front desk. He looked through a drawer to find a slightly faded map of what seemed to be "The Caramel River District", according to the map. It had three highlighted plots. But the one I wanted was the one closest to town. It'd be closer to shops. Definetely a good thing.

"I'd like the plot closest to town, please?" I almost asked.

"Of course, Your house should be ready in a week. I'll go with you to rent a room at the Inn," Hamilton smiled.

So off we headed to the Inn. It seemed like a cute little place. The features definetely had that nostalgia charm. I looked around the interior as Hamilton went to the desk to get my room key. As I was looking around, I saw a nice looking strawberry blonde, he seemed to be around my age. He was in the kitchen cooking. He glanced at me once, and I noticed then I was staring at him, so I immediately diverted my gaze to the other side of the room. Before I knew it, Hamilton had arrived with my room key and wished me well. I started up the stairs, sparing one last passing glance to the young man in the kitchen before I could no longer catch sight of him anymore.

His face looked a bit confused when he caught me staring at him.

It seemed funny, but seeing him kind of livened up my actual mood that I was hiding from everyone, for risk of being labeled a stick in the mud this early on. It kind of made me feel like a giddy school girl, something I had never exactly been. I quieted my feelings down a bit, as all I really felt like doing was showering and plopping down on a soft bed to rest.