(Fourty)

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I got home, dad's words ringing in my head. The butler opened the door and welcomed me back, in which I thanked him. Mom was still in the garden as I could tell by her humming that came from outside, dad wasn't back yet and Luna was sitting on the couch, reading. "Hey, Moon." I greeted, walking up to her. She looked up and nodded, "Oh hey, Rei." "Dad's still at the office?" She nodded, "Also, Harvey asked for you to meet him in the park for some reason." She said with an eye roll. I smiled a bit, "Oh ok. Thanks for telling me." "Sure sure. No problem." She said as she turned the page of her book.

I walked back out of the house to see my bike sitting in front of the garage. Funny. I didn't see that here before. I climbed on and pedaled to the park as fast as I could, a smile displayed on my face. As soon as I got to the park, I saw Harvey sitting on a bench in front of the water fountain. He was dressed in a nice plaid shirt that had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, blue jeans and boots. In his hands was a present. Why? I dunno. It wasn't my birthday or anything.

I parked my bike at the bike rack and walked into the park. "HARVEY!" I called to him happily. He perked up and smiled at me, standing. I jogged over to him and hugged him, "Harvey." He hugged back, "Rei." He pulled back and handed me the present. I took it, thanking him, "What's the present for?" I asked, curious. He rubbed his neck, smiling, "I dunno, I just saw it and thought you might like it." So sweet of him. I smiled back and opened it. In the box was a small little black bear with a white heart that read, "To my one and only." I hugged Harvey tightly, kissing his cheek over and over again before hugging the bear, a light blush on my face, "You didn't have to do that, Harvey." He booped my nose, "But I did." He chuckled and took my hand, "Come on, let's go get Ice cream."

It's funny on how I thought he was a creep and a psycho but now we're dating and getting ice cream at the park together. It's almost ironic in a sense. Maybe it's just me but it feels too perfect. I don't really care...I love this moment...but  I won't forget what my father told me about the Whites...

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