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It's been a month since I last saw a weird stranger who's addicted to gummy bears.

I kinda miss him.

He just knew who to make me let go of all my problems. When I'm when him it's just him and me. It sounds cheesy but it's true.

"Hey Stranger." A familiar voice calls me. I quickly ran to that person as I give him a hug.

Wait. What the fudge did I do?

He might think I'm crazy now like who the fudge hugs a stranger apparently me.

Well. He's not exactly a stranger but I don't if I can call him a friend.

Should I call him friend now. I'm not sure but what kind of a friend doesn't know her or his friend's name.

"Hello." I hear a voice calling me attention. I quickly snap out of my thoughts as he waves his hand in front of me.

"Are you my friend?" I bluntly ask. He laughs in response.

Cute but why is he laughing. I didn't say anything funny.

"No. I'm still a stranger to you." he answers, chuckling.

My lips form into a form as I reply, "Why?"

"Because I want to." he mutters.

"But I wanna be your friend." I whine like a baby, crossing my arms.

"Well, sorry." he apologize, "but no can do." he taunts at me.

"Hmpppp." I groan as I stomp my foot.

What is wrong with this guy? I'm just asking for friendship. It's not like I asking for a million dollars.

Is being friends with too much? Am I a horrible person? What did I ever do to him? Does he hate me? I just don't understand. Why doesn't he want to be friends with me?

My thoughts started to rumble. I didn't know what I was thinking anymore. It feels like my brain is gonna explode.

Maybe he hates. Maybe he does just like parents.

"Woah there." he halts, widening his eyes.

"What?"

"Are you crying?" he asks as he  looks at me with concern.

"I'm not cry-" he cuts me off as he places his thumb just under my eye, wiping my tears.

I hurriedly wipe my tears fast, removing his thumb for my face.

I didn't even notice I was crying. How the fudge did I not notice?

"I'm okay." I murmur as I keep my cool.

"You're not." he states. I stare at him, holding back the tears.

"Is this about your parents again?" he softly questions.

"Not really. It's just..." I trail off, "Do you hate me?" I ask, feeling the tears on my face falling.

I couldn't hold it in.

"No. I don't." he says as he wipes my tears and smiles.

"Then why don't you want to be friends with me?"

"It's because I think I can't be friends with you." he says, drifting his gaze to the ground.

"Why?" I stare at him with a confuse expression on my face.

Silence filled the air.

Judging from his face, he's cute. I mean, he doesn't want to tell me.  I wonder why.

"You want gummy bears." he breaks the silence as he offers me some gummy bears.

Why isn't he telling me the reason? Why is he avoiding the question? What's even wrong with the question? Is he hiding something?