HEY GUYS!~

...Yea I know, I'm working at two stories now. but I absolutely love Dr. Trent x Claire and also Kai...and Skye :D. Harvest Moon too! Anyways if this idea was already taken...I will mark you as my inspiration :D. Chapter five is almost done for my other story but I came up with this idea a few days ago~

I love this one :D I feel so great about it! Hopefully this story is going to be short, six chapters at the most.

Oh yea before I go on,

NO LEMONS. NO. This rating will forever stay at "T" Mkay? Good.

Disclaimer: I DONT OWN HARVEST MOON. Harvest moon fully belongs to the respected owner(s)

Ever since she got injured in her physical education class she was always finding an excuse to go to the nurse's office. The idea was silly and improper. But she couldn't help to see the shocked face of the doctor working there in the local nurse's office in her school.

"What did you do this time, Claire?" A sigh escaped from the doctor's lips as he was scanning which part she was hurt.

The blonde giggled. "I tripped and fell," She smiled with her bright blue eyes beaming at him.

"I see no bruises,"

"So? Just because I fell doesn't mean I get bruises all the time," Claire explained crossing her arms against her chest. Dr. Trent raised an eyebrow but then sighed once again.

"What did you trip on?"

"My shoelace," She stated still giving that million watt smile that she always did when she came in here.

"And you didn't notice that your shoe was untied?" The dark haired doctor asked taking a seat on his stool. This was going to be another long lecture how she should always watch her surroundings.

"I don't always look on the ground! Dirt is not that fascinating," She always looked at the ground. This was just probably the twentieth time she has come in here this month. Not that they were counting. She just did this all the time. Dr. Trent didn't see why.

For Claire she never paid attention to the nurse's office. She heard it was like waiting for someone to pick up your call while you were on hold. She always valued her health and kept up her grades at a good but average place. Ever since she actually injured herself she couldn't help but like Dr. Trent.

…No that was wrong. He was way older than her. She never knew his age but the blonde thought it was so kind of him to go through her little excuses to just spend time in here and forget about her classes for once. Why did school matter for her anyways? She was going to become a farmer. Heck she was already working with her father!

"Claire, you do realize that you have-"

"To be careful at all times and watch my surroundings. Yea I know," She cut him off and she already knew the procedure anyways.

Dr. Trent was silent for a moment but then took out a pack of blue slips. "Algebra 2 right? With Mr. Ivan?"

"Yup!" Claire chirped while jumping off the bed. She wasn't surprised how he had already known her classes. At first she just went here to miss her physical education and just made up how she felt nauseas. Dr. Trent would then tell her to exercise daily so she won't feel that way all the time.

Dr. Trent signed the blue slip and handed it to the blonde. She then grasped it into her hands and began to open the white door of the office.

"See you later Dr. Trent!" she sang while exiting. There was then silence in the office. Honestly that blonde had to be more careful.

-Flashback-

"Alright you may begin right about…..now!"

A whistle then blew signaling the students to run their monthly mile. She always hated running, especially in the grueling heat. Either way she continued to run, she was determined to get a better time and beat those fast runners.

Her best mile time was 9:30 and she wanted to beat that time. She was aiming for eight minutes. That also meant very short walk breaks and more running. There were also no water breaks so you had to drink before you ran.

The blonde inhaled through her nose and exhaled out her mouth repeatedly. She heard breathing through your mouth wouldn't help and through your nose was also bad also. By this time she was almost done with her half mile and then after another half mile she was done and drink loads of water.

Although her legs were killing her, they felt like jello but she was still determined to beat that darn mile time! She was just darting her eyes to each turn she would make but then, out of the blue, she tripped over a mud puddle that was on the hard concrete. She felt like crying, she couldn't move. Her legs were killing her and her arm felt like it was being cut off.

"Claire? Oh my goddess, are you okay?" A familiar voice rang out in her ears. Claire moved her head slightly and gazed at the brunette who cared enough to stop.

"N-no," She squeaked trying to get up. That only pained her more. Some other runners turned their heads to look but didn't stop running. She couldn't blame them.

"Stay right there, I'll get the coach!" The brunette then ran towards a short cut to get where their coach was.

Claire wasn't going to cry but she already felt watery beads form in her eyes. She only got up slightly. She might have broken something but it felt like all of her body was immobile. It was only a matter of seconds when the brunette and her coach came by to help. She slowly got up and threw an arm around her friend's neck for support.

"You can make the mile up another time. For now go to the nurse's office and heal," Her coach said handing her a slip to go.

"T-thanks," The blonde managed to say but her voice sounded hurt and dry from lack of water.

The two friends were silent for a little while but the brunette just tried to soothe her with words like 'It's going to be okay' and 'You'll be fine'

"Jill, really, you didn't have to do this," Claire said between grunts of pain. Jill on shook her head and shifted her violet eyes toward her friend.

"Claire, you're my friend! Plus I would do anything to get out of that mile," They both laughed at the last remark until they reached a small white door that was labeled with a blue plaque written "NURSES OFFICE" in big white, bold letters. The two made their way in stopped for a moment to see if anyone was here. Not bothering to wait, Jill gently lay Claire down on a bed and began to search for things to wash off the dry mud on her friend's skin.

"Do you two girls need help?" A male voice asked looking at the two. Jill was startled at first.

"Oh, my friend here fell and I was looking for something to get the dry mud off her for starters," The brunette explained pointing to her blonde friend who was slightly sitting up on the small bed.

"Do you have a pass?" The dark haired doctor asked. Jill was probably prepared for this; she took out her hall pass and showed Dr. Trent. The doctor nodded and proceeded for her to go on. Jill took one washcloth and soaked it with cold water. In the meantime Dr. Trent was asking Claire questions on what happened.

She was going to go home early and get an X-ray on her legs since the blonde said that's where she was hurting the most. After Jill was done cleaning the dry dirt marks on her friend, she left for her next class and told her friend to get better. Dr. Trent let her call her father to pick her up from school.

"Thanks," Claire said quietly. Dr. Trent turned to the blond and gave a faint grin. "Don't mention it. Just be careful next time,"

Claire smiled and rubbed her head. Did she get mud in her hair also? That was going to be a pain to get out. She was waiting impatiently fort her father. They didn't really live close to the school because their farm was out by a couple miles away. She was grateful for some of her friends to carpool her.

"Dr. Trent, right?" She asked, not looking at him with her bright blue eyes. Trent nodded and filled out a form that seemed to be a medical note, maybe for her P.E. class and for her not to run until she is fully healed.

"If you're a doctor, why don't you work in like a hospital or medical office?" She asked hoping this would kill time. The sound of his pen scribbling on the paper stopped.

"Why do you ask?"

"Well it's just weird, y'know?"

Dr. Trent sighed and turned to the blonde who was waiting patiently for an answer. "The hospitals and medical offices turned me down. That's when I went to work for a school and just work for students who are injured," he explained looking straight her cerulean blue eyes.

Claire frowned at him. The world was so tough these days. "Those guys are jerks! Not letting such a great doctor in their building! Geez, people these days," She realized that she overacted a bit and then giggled nervously.

Dr. Trent chuckled at her outburst. "It's fine, really, I guess a quiet day at an office is good for me instead of a hectic hospital,"

The two chattered about things in their life but not going into deep detail and personal things. She was beginning to think that this guy wasn't so bad. Since all the guys her age were jerks. But that thought made her face turn red. She was falling for this doctor already? Her thoughts were stopped when a woman entered the room.

"Ah Claire, you're father is here," The woman said. Claire then gently got off the small bed and limped towards the door. "Thanks Dr. Trent!" She chirped like she was magically healed.

"No problem, be careful," He reminded her and the she left. He never knew that almost everyday she would be coming to his office.

-End Flashback-

Claire was fully healed and managed to beat her mile time by a couple of seconds. She wasn't the best runner but that didn't matter right now. She bolted towards her next class, the deadly subject, Algebra. How much did she hate that class and math? She despised it, loathed it.

She opened the door and saw Mr. Ivan going through a lecture on equations. Some students looked bored and some were almost falling asleep. There only very few people who were actually taking notes.

"Miss Hawthorne, you may take a seat," Mr. Ivan said stopping his lecture for only a few moments. Claire handed her blue slip to her Algebra teacher and she then headed for the nearest seat.

Of course the front row. Whatever, she thought. She placed her backpack under her desk and let her head rest on her right hand. She was listening but it wouldn't kill for her to just watch boredly at the white board that was filled with equations.

A note was then thrown on her desk. She sighed quietly, she didn't want to get in trouble for notes passed around class like in all of those high school movies.

She very quietly opened the note,

What's up Claire? You've been going to the nurses office a lot lately –Kai

Kai was her best friend, he was a jerk at times, but she didn't care. She shifted her blue eyes at Mr. Ivan who was busy writing down things on the board she quickly wrote something down below Kai's question.

You know me! I'm clumsy!

Luckily he sat right behind her right now so she folded up the note and without turning she handed the note below their desks so their teacher wouldn't see. A few seconds later the same folded paper was thrown on her desk. She folded it open until she was caught.

"Miss Hawthorne? I trust that you're taking notes on this lesson, correct?" He asked, eyeing her suspiciously. Claire smiled nervously at him.

"Y-yes, just getting ready for the next test and all!" She hesitated bowing her head in respect. Mr. Ivan shrugged and continued his lecture until school was done for the day.

The bell rang and everyone bolted out of their seats to go home. Claire turned to Kai while packing her binder in her school bag.

"Sorry about that," Kai apologized while rubbing his head- er Bandana. "No it's fine, but thank you for worrying about me," She gave her warm smile towards her friend and got out of her seat,

The bandana wearing male threw his arm around her neck and suggested, "I know! We can go to my house and I can whip up some shaved ice for us! Since you're getting injured a lot lately,"

Claire's smile grew, "That would be wonderful!"

The day went on nicely, she managed to get all of her homework done at her friend's house and have some of his remarkable cooking. Now she was lying on her bed and looking up at the ceiling.

What would she do tomorrow to get into Dr. Trent's office?

She only giggled at the thought.

I know what you're thinking. There's going to be ClairexKai in this? NOPE. HAHAHAHA. He shall forever remain Best friends with Claire!

Don't you just love clumsy Claire? Well maybe not clumsy but always trying to get in Dr. Trent's office? I think it's awesome. Oh and I'll figure out a better name for Ivan. Gimmie some last names and I'll give you credit~ Also the coach...I haven't decided xD lol. Help me with that too~ YES...I KNOW...CLAIRE HAWTHORNE? TOO BAD. LIVE WITH IT. :3

Hopefully Chapter 2 will come soon~

For now...R n R!~