Chapter 22.

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What to wear to the park? 

I looked through my closet to find the least prettiest clothes.

I looked through my closet to find the least prettiest clothes

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Luke's PO.V.

Me and family where at the park, I was waiting for Brooklyn.

I then saw her coming out of the car.

She told something to her chauffeur and then started walking towards me. 

I admired her, her hair blowing, her facing glowing.

"Hi" she smiled, approaching me. 

"Hello" I smiled back. 

And we walked to where my mom and siblings were at.

"Mom, this is Brooklyn" I said.

"Hi, I'm Ruth. Nice to meet you" my mom smiled.

"Brooklyn Montgomery, same goes to you" she smiled and shook my mom's hand.

"Look this Lucille, Lucille this is Brooklyn" I said.

"Hey, you can call me Brook" Brooklyn smiled.

"You can call me Lu" my sister smiled.

"And my brothers in the stroller, his name is Bruno" I said.

"Aw, he's so cute" she smiled and he smiled back.

"Lu, you can take your brother to the swings" my mom said. 

And she grabbed his hand, slowly walking. 

"You want to go to the swings too?" I asked and she nodded. 

"Luke" I heard my mom say.

"I'll go ahead" Brooklyn said and I sat down at the picnic table beside my mom. 

I saw Brooklyn talking to Lu and playing with Bruno.

I smiled as she laughed with them. 

"She's different from us" she said.

I stayed quiet.

"I don't care if she is" I said.

"Does she?" she asked and I didn't know what to respond.

"I would rather you not get hurt Luke" she said and I nodded.

"She's a Montgomery" she said. 

I got up and went up to them.

"Is everything fine?" Brooklyn asked.

"Yeah" I gave a her weak smile.

I really liked her, but she's different.

Should I put those differences aside? But thing is, would she put them aside?

The whole day consisted of playing around, playing tag, swings, and hide and seek.

We saw an ice cream truck and went up to it.

I saw how she ate her vanilla cone.

"What?" she said.

"Nothing" I smiled.

And then she pushed my cone up to nose and she started laughing.

I laughed as I stared at her.

She was perfect to me. 



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