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"Rae, pass me that wash cloth please darling" Raelynn's nana asks, pointing at the old thing.

"Nana, I can do the dishes. Please, let me do them. And you can get your beauty sleep." Raelynn giggled as her 67 year old grandmother strikes a pose.

"Alright deary, but just for a little," Her Nana said, taking a seat on the old rocking chair in the corner of the room, "Then I'll be... up and... ready..." And her head tilts to the side, completely asleep.

Laughing quietly to herself, Raelynn walks over to the couch, picks up the wool blanket, and places it neatly on her Nana.

"Goodnight, babe." Raelynn whispered, kissing the top of her grandma's wrinkly forehead.

Raelynn stops once she hears three knocks on the front door.

And she freezes. She doesn't know what to do.

Slowly, she walks over to the door, her hand slowly going in to grab the knob.

She lets out a breath of relief as she sees it's only Michael.

"Michael, it's cold outside. Come in." She smiled, opening the door wider for Michael to enter.

He looks around, fascinated by her home.

"Sorry for the mess, I was just cleaning." Raelynn apologizes

Michael only smiles, admiring the way Raelynn is dressed. Her outfit is much more different than the one she was wearing earlier.

Her skinny jeans were replaced with baggy sweat pants, her flowy blue top was replaced with a tight tank-top, and her straighten out hair was up in a messy bun. No make-up on her face.

And Michael fell even more in love. She looked absolutely gorgeous, standing there, showing her natural.

Michael wonders why she would ever cover it up.

"Want some water? Or maybe some milk? Juice?" Raelynn asked, nodding towards the kitchen.

Michael shakes his head, gesturing his hand as a sitting motion.

Can I sit?

"Oh! Of course, I'm sorry, excuse my rudeness." Raelynn apologized, taking out a chair, letting Michael sit. "What happened between you and Stacey? Everything went okay?" She smiled, even though she really didn't want to.

He frowns in responce.

"Do you know hand language?" Raelynn asked curiously, laying her chin on her palm.

Michael nods his head and moves his hand to make the right movements.

Yes

"I think I know some. I can learn more, for you." She said, trying to figure out the last hand signal she learned back in grade school.

Michael was surprised. No one ever used their own tame to learn Hand Language for him. Of course his mother and father, but never anyone outside of his family.

He was extremely flattered.

Thank you.

"For what?" She asked.

And he just smiled.

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A/N: I do not know how hand language goes. So i'm srry if I sound like a noob.

Someone from school said Quotev was better than Wattpad. I wuz liek, wtf?

OH. AND I FOUND SOMEONE WHO CAN PLAY RAELYNN. ((The gurl in da pikchure)) She's Liana Laberato. Idk shes just fr pretty and I wanna be her af.

jana xxx

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