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ii. 3pm tomorrow

Luna.

"Mother, mom, mommy, mami, babooshka," Luna whines. Her mother had been ignoring her, like she has for the past 13 years of her life.

"Did you just call me babooshka?" Her mothers yells from her room.

"Yeah, it got your attention didn't it?" She scoffed.

"What do you want?" Luna's mom grabs her gun and her taser, and puts it in the inside pockets of her jacket.

"Did you prepare dinner?" Luna tried speaking as elegantly as possible. Failing, and then laughing at herself when she was done.

"Yes, anyways i'm going to have to go down to the office. Someone committed a homicide and we have to figure it out and all. I think it's a kid? The parents demanded us to be all on this case," Luna's mom sighs, she felt really bad for not hanging around her daughter often, but Luna just shrugged. Not caring anymore.

"Wow," Luna musters in between bites of her food.

"Yeah i have to go," Her mom dismisses the conversation.

"Goodbye Ariana Stella Martinez!"

"Shut up, Luna Gabriella Waters!" Her mom calls back.

Minutes later her mom calls out to her, "Hay un niño con pelo rizó aqui!"

[trans:there is a kid with curly hair here.]

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"Coming." I say getting up and over to the door. It was Harry, no doubt.

"Good day." My mom says walking over to the stairs.

"Hi." I smile.

"Oh h-hi. You uh..dropped this when you got out of the um lift," Harry takes out my phone from his back pocket.

"Crap! So that was what fell out of my back pocket. Thank you," In all honesty, I didn't really care about it, not had I even mentioned that my phone was missing.

"It's no problem."

"Can i ask you a question?" i ask.

"Yeah."

"Why do you stutter?" It wasn't meant to be a rude remark, it was just a..blunt question.

Harry hesitates first before exhaling and stating, "I..uh..have Social Anxiety Disorder? And I'm not that social nowadays," He chuckles, "Y-you make me nervous because, like your so intimidating, l-like your mom, and your so uh confident, s-so I don't know what to say around you. Like, to be quite honest, I don't know what to say around anybody, and I-I'm feeling really weird because this is the longest I've talked..ever."

"Oh," I didn't know why I felt it, but I just had the certain urge to help him, to help him have friends, or be social. It wasn't a simple task for him but for others it was.

"Y-yeah," He looked really, really vulnerable, he looked as if I was going to do something terrible to him, so I frowned.

I cleared my throat and relaxed a bit, "Okay, well, we need to properly get to know each other so, I'm taking you out to lunch, be here by three PM tomorrow, alright?"

"W-what?" He looked really confused.

"Just be here by three," I smiled and pushed him out the door, closing it behind him.

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oH jesus.