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‘‘How many times do I have to tell you, do not touch my clothes’’ Serenity snaps at her mother, she's meeting Harry in an hour and of course the shirt she had planned to wear isn't anywhere to be found. She has turned her whole wardrobe upside down but she just couldn't find it and she knew that her mother must have used it–Serenity's mother has a habit of borrowing her clothes.

‘‘What are you talking about?’’ she asks as a reply, leaning her head out from the door well of her bedroom, meeting Serenity's panicked eyes in the hallway.

‘‘You know exactly what I'm talking about’’ Serenity tells her mother. As much as Serenity doesn't like to talk and how much she feels bad for snapping at her mother she just wants to stand up for herself–even if it's just about some stupid piece of clothing; a part of her wanted to look her best in front of Harry.

‘‘Are you talking about the shirt that I borrowed yesterday? Because as much as I remember, I asked you if I could borrow it and you allowed me to do so’’ she answers Serenity, with a voice so calm that just makes Serenity even more frustrated.

‘‘I didn't allow you to borrow anything, you know I hate it when you use my clothes. Now I can't wear what I was supposed to and this is a very important night to me’’ she didn't really know if this night was important to her–really, she just wanted her mother to understand that she couldn't do whatever she wanted to do.

‘‘If that's the case, I'm very sorry’’ she looks at Serenity and Serenity forces a smile like an acceptance of the pathetic apology her mother had just gave her. ‘‘and the shirt is still pretty clean, I only wore it yesterday and I was very careful with it so you can still use it if you want to’’ she suggests and goes into her room only to come back seconds later with the shirt in her hand, passing it to Serenity.

‘‘I'll have to drown it in perfume but fine, thanks.’’ Serenity gives in and walk back to her room.

‘‘What are you doing tonight anyway? You're never out two nights in a row, it's not like you’’ her mother asks, who's now located in the kitchen because it's barely that Serenity can hear.

‘‘I'm meeting someone’’ Serenity simply states and she almost hears her mother's gasp as she's probably just as surprised as Serenity is.

‘‘Like on a date, or are you just meeting Blake?’’ her mother asks.

‘‘I don't really know, neither of them, I'm just meeting someone I met while we were on the movies yesterday. He seems nice.’’

‘‘So it's a he?’’ her mother smiles, now walking toward Serenity to stand behind her and zip up her shirt.

‘‘Not a big deal, mom.’’ Serenity sighs and her mother smiles at the answer.

‘‘If you say so.’’ she agrees and zips up the laced shirt on Serenity.

…

    They were meeting in the park, Harry had wanted to go for a walk and a coffee which Serenity thought was a good idea. She didn't, though, look forward to the walk as much as the coffee because that would mean talking, getting to know each other. As much as she wanted to know more about him, she didn't want him to know more about her–but she knew that she didn't have much of a choice.

    As Serenity walked to the park she felt a sudden feeling of insecurity rushing through her, fear that Harry didn't really want to meet her and she would be completely humiliated. She thought that maybe when she got there she would be met by him, joined by his friends and that they would laugh at her for actually thinking that someone would want to meet her.