Author's Note: Okay, I have to play the piano soon so MAYBE, this will be shorter than the previous chapters.
Disclaimer: Ya know that already.
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GRAIRE
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He was starting to like her.
He wasn't sure if she likes him.
He shouldn't have given her the cookie last Spring Thanksgiving. That was the time he realized that he was crushing on her.
That was a mistake.
He knew that helping her on the farm was a bad idea. That will only push further the emotion he was feeling for her, but he brushed it off, 'cause he was only thinking of spending time with her.
That was another mistake.
Now, he was walking to her farm. He knows that she's done with her chores – he helped her this morning – but he just wanted to visit, to check if she's okay. He guessed that it was fine; they're best friends after all.
Now, that was the biggest mistake he did.
You can't fall for your best friend. That's just wrong.
He reached his destination, and the first thing he saw was a figure of a woman, sitting under her apple tree. He walked on her direction, grinning.
He patted her on the back, saying, "Hello."
"Hey, Gray," she greeted him, a smile plastered on her face. "What're you doing here?"
"Visiting you."
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Okay. I just had to stop there. Two more letters to go and it's Velsea! Wee!
