Requested by Thatgirlgammer

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The morning had come, the sun high up in the air, beaming down its rays. The rays of light were so bright that they even somehow went past ___'s sleeping mask. She woke up when the light penetrated her eyes. She grumbled distastefully and tossed herself to the other side, facing away from the sunlight.  

   But once she turned the other side of the bed was way too cold, and so shifted her form along elsewhere. Yet, she didn't like the position she was in, and so she changed it, but it felt rather uncomfortable. Before you know it, ___ was shifting and morphing in all sorts of ways that even the Transformers couldn't even beat. Finally, she gave up.

   It was no use trying to go to bed at that point. And so she threw her covers off of her and stretched. "Stupid sunlight..." She mumbled as she looked out the window. She was nearly blinded at first, but her eyes adjusted to the brightness. The first thing ___ desired to see in the morning was the stream infront of her. 

   It was usually calm and nimble, but today the water was gushing out and roaring with life. It had rained last night, and so all of the rain headed down into the stream, giving it more volume. ___ beamed when she knew that fish will following the stream's current. "Perfect," she whispered to herself.

   She wanted to get there as soon as possible and so she sped past her usual weekend morning routine, and her mother took a notice.

   "Woah, sweety, why in such a rush?" ___'s mother said as she watched her child chug down her glass of milk and eat her eggs in massive gulps.

   "Fishing!" ___ said as she dumped her plate in the garbage and wiped the food off of her face.

   "Well, don't worry, the stream isn't going nowhere." 

   "But the fish are going somewhere!"

   Her mother couldn't help but chuckle. "Your fishing equipment is in the shack. And don't be out there too long, I don't want you to get sunburned or get lost." 

   "Okay!" ___ shouted as she was already out the door and headed to the shack. She got all of the stuff that she needed and ran to the stream.

   Although she paused once she spotted a male, about her age, already fishing before she got there. He was on the other side of the bank. He had a cheerful smile on his face as he concentrated on the water, waiting for any signs of tugging on his fisher line. She knew exactly who he was: Villager.

   ___'s cheeks grew red. Not with love, but with dissatisfaction. Who does he think he is fishing on my part of the stream? she thought as she walked over to her side of the bank. Although, she couldn't really be harsh about it. She was competitive, but not downright mean. "Hey, Villager. I was hoping if you could move someplace else? It isn't good for people to fish at the same spot." She knew how innocent Villager could be, and so maybe he would understand, right? Right? 

   He looked up at her noticing her words and her presence. He only stood there, his smiling turning into a devious smirk. 

   "Oh? So that's how you wanna play it, huh? Well, it's on like Donkey Kong!" ___ admitted that was a little cheesy, but if he wanted to "play", she wasn't afraid to tango. She got out her fishing pole and place her bait along the end of the hook. She flung her line into the water and waited.

  Villager cocked a brow, interested in what her plan was. Of course, he couldn't really speak, and so he silently played along.

   ___ stared deep into his eyes, trying to mimic him. They both locked sight onto each other, completely focused on one another. Their mouths were shut tight, allowing only the thrashing water to be heard.

   Suddenly, something tugged at both of their lines. They immediately started reeling in their catch, both trying to as fast as they could. At first, it was quite easy, like as if the fish wasn't resisting. Then they got to a point where both of their lines tightened, and they couldn't reel anymore.

   ___ tugged at her line with her fishing pole. She knew her line was pretty strong, and so she knew it wouldn't break no matter how much force was applied. She tugged and tugged and tugged, hoping to pull the fish towards her.

   Villager felt the tug and was being pulled closer and to the water. At some point, he would fall into the water, and that's what he most feared. With one fatal heave of his fishing pole, he was able to pull ___ into the water.

   She screamed as had let go of her fishing pole and dived head first into the stream. Her limbs flailed about in the water, thrashing as much as she could as the water threatened to enter her lungs.

   Villager's eyes widened, knowing how dire the situation is. He followed ___ along with the bank and pulled out his net from his pocket. He placed the net over her and yanked her out of the stream. He then placed her along the ground. 

   ___ coughed over and over again, her whole body drenched in water, inside and out. Villager got her a towel from his pocket and placed it on her shoulders. She immediately started wiping off any water that was on her. 

   She sniffled. "Thanks so much, for everything back there." Her voice was reduced to a shriveled whisper. She kept shivering as the cold breeze hit her dampened skin. "I...I have to repay you somehow?"

   Villager shook his head.

   ___ looked down into the water. She watched as both of their fisher poles went down the stream. Their hooks were intertwined with each other, and so there was no fish after all. Just their lines got stuck together. "Now we got no poles..."

   She then looked up at Villager. "Is there somehow I can repay all of this? I mean, we lost our poles since there is no point in chasing them." She hugged her knees, knowing the many consequences that will come: a disappointed face of her mother for not taking responsibility for the equipment, a cold from being so wet, shrunken clothing, and losing the respect of Villager. Well, the last one was skeptical.

   Villager pulled out two fishing poles from his pocket and handed one over to ___. 

   She looked up and gasped, little sparkles gleaming in her eyes. "It looks just like mine!" She got up and picked it up. She gazed at it like some magic wand. "Wow...It's fresh and clean like right out the box." 

   He even gave her a dry, clean replica of her clothes.

   She smirked at Villager. "Is there anything you can't pull out your pocket?"

   Villager returned the smirk and shook his head. 

   "Well, I want to thank you again. Really, I feel like I don't deserve any of th-" ___ stopped once he handed her a note.

   The note read: No worries, that's what friends are for, right?

   "You...You consider me as your  friend?" 

   He simply nodded. 

    "Then I'll be the best of friend you'll ever have! I'll bet we'll do tons of fi-" ___ cheered, but then she coughed. "Hehe, I can't go fishing if I'm still wet." She rubbed the back of her neck, a little embarrassed. "But I'll be right back!" 

   ___ ran home and changed her clothing. Luckily, her mother wasn't there to see her all drenched in water. Although, her mother did ponder where all these mysterious water droplets on the floor came from. 

   ___ came back to Villager and they fished all day. But they didn't just fish all day, they fished all weekend long. Not just weekend long, but every weekend. They took any chance of them spending time with each other fishing. They talked all about the adventures they had.  They caught numerous amounts of fish, all varieties of shapes, and sizes. But no matter how big the fish was, Villager's biggest catch was ___ as he grew fonder of her every day. If that day never happened, their friendship wouldn't have blossomed into something more. It wasn't just fishing anymore, now it was going on dates. And his next biggest catch was a wedding a ring. 

The end