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Chapter 14

(Michael’s POV)

I’m really gonna treat her to something. I just don’t know what yet. Just by looking at her, I can tell that she’s the girl for me. The girl I’ve been looking for my whole life. I’m so glad I have her and I’m glad she’s not moving.

“We’re here,” I say as I get out of the car and run over to her side to open the door.

“What is this place?” She asks me confused.

“It’s an old-fashioned ice cream shop,” I smile and take her hand in mine.

“You must have known I love ice cream.”

“Nope. Just a guess,” I say and hold the door open for her.

“Let’s sit over there,” she points out the seat next to the old juke box machine.

“How’d you know this was my seat?” I ask.

“Just a guess,” she smiles and sits down.

I wonder why she asked me if I’m a virgin or not. I mean, no, I’m not, but wow. I’ve never known a girl to have the guts to ask me that. Except for the girl I lost it to.

“Hello, Michael,” the waitress smiles at me and puts down spoons for us.

“Hello, Marilyn,” I smile at her. She’s my favorite waitress of all time.

“What would you like this time?”

“Well, maybe you should ask Harmony. She’s never been here before.”

“That’s a pretty name. Okay, well, Harmony. What would you like?” She smiles at her.

Harmony is so beautiful. I don’t know what I would do without her and without being in her presence.

“Can I have cookies and cream?”

“Sure, hon. For you, Michael?” She smiles at me.

“I’ll have the same. You know it’s my favorite.”

“I find it a coincidence that she wanted your usual,” Marilyn laughs and walks away to get our order.

“So, what did you think of rehearsal?” I asked Harmony and grabbed her hand into mine.

“It was great. I’m surprised you’re not tired.”

“I am. Trust me. But not that tired,” I laughed and rubbed her hand with my thumb. “What’s your favorite song?” I ask curiously.

“By you?”

“No, of course not. By anyone.”

“Ribbon in the Sky by-”

“Stevie Wonder. I like that song too,” I smile.

“Here are your ice creams. Anything else for you two lovebirds?” Marilyn smiles as she places our ice cream in front of us.

“No, thank you,” I smile back.

“Alright. Call me if you need anything. Which I doubt you will,” she said and walked away.

“So, this your favorite ice cream?” I ask before I put a spoonful of ice cream in my mouth.

“Yup. Right next to McDonalds vanilla ice cream.”

“So, tell me. Where have you been all my life?” I laugh.

“You really wanna know?”

“Yes, I really do.”

“China, Rome, Paris, South Africa, Hawaii, Alaska, Canada, Greenland, Las Vegas, Tokyo, Taiwan, New York, and now here,” she counts on her fingers. I barely hear a word she’s saying. She’s so beautiful. How could she be everywhere else?

*Time Passes*

“That was good,” I say as we walk back out to the car and drive back to her house.

“Bye, Michael,” she says and kisses my cheek before she leaves.

“Bye, Harmony,” I smile and drive off.

(Harmony’s POV)

I’m in love with Michael. I know I am. I’m not even the type of girl who loves a guy this quickly, maybe that’s because Michael is my second boyfriend ever, but still. I’m in love with this boy. All I have to do is tell him. Hopefully, he feels the same way about me.

“Harmony, Harmony, Harmony,” he sings my name as he hugs me from behind and rests his head on my shoulder. “What shall we do today, love?”

“I just want to chill at home,” I tell him as we stand in front of my locker.

“That’s fine with me. I love your place anyway. Now, let’s go,” he picks me up.

“Michael, let me close my locker,” I laugh. He shuts it and walks out to his car.

“Michael, put me down,” I laugh again and try to get down. It only causes him to hold me even tighter. So, I may as well stop.

When we get to my house we find my parents siting on the couch clearly sad.

“What’s wrong?” I ask and get down from when Michael decided to carry me in.

“Harmony, Michael, sit down,” my dad said. His voice was deeper and sterner. Whenever his voice was like this, we knew he was about to tell us something important. “Now, please don’t get upset. It’s not my decision,” my dad began.

“What, dad?” I ask. He seems really upset.

“Mr. Wasaki wants us to move back to China.”

I look at my dad with tears in my eyes. I hate this part.

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