Park // Midnight [17]

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♣️Ryan's POV♣️

"So what are your plans today?" My mom asked me at the dining table when I came down for breakfast.

"He's gonna take me to the park!" Riley said, happily smiling.

"Have you been a good girl?" I asked.

"Yep." She lifted up her empty cereal bowl and showed it to me, "See, I finished my breakfast."

"Go change and then I'll take you," I patted her on the head as she started running upstairs.

"So I guess that answers your question," I said to my mom.

She chuckled, "I guess."

As she was doing the dishes, I stood up about to go change but my mom's voice held me back.

"How's Hanah going?" She asked, slightly smiling as she did.

"Hanah's fine," I replied.

"That's good. Take care of that one, Ryan," she instructed.

"Trust me mom, I will."

I skipped upstairs to change into a clean shirt and new jeans. I grabbed my jacket and slipped on some shoes.

"Ready Riley?" I asked, knocking on her door.

From the other side, I heard clutter of objects on the ground.

"Wait. Wait!" A voice came behind.

I smiled as I pulled my phone out of my pocket. I clicked on the remaining conversation I had with Hanah and shot her a text.

Me: You free today?

She replied back always instantly, which made me smile. Why was I smiling?

Her: At breakfast rn. But later sure. Why?

Why did I want to know though? It wasn't like I planned on spending today with her. It wasn't like she was gonna stick with me for a long time.

Me: Just wanted to know if you wanted to go to the park.

Her: Isn't that kiddish? Even for you?

Me: A grown boy will always love the park

Her: Um, give me an address and I'll see

I gave her the address as Riley comes out wearing pink tights are her Cinderella shirt.

"Ready!" She said, jumping up and down.

"Put on your shoes and we'll go," I patted her on the head and she rushed off to grab her shoes.

Hanah's POV

"Who ya texting?" Reese asked, trying to peek at my phone.

"No one special," I said, placing my phone face down on the table.

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