Chris and I were hanging out together like every other weekend. The two of us have two routines that we follow every week. You already know how he comes to my place every afternoon to eat some snacks. The other routine is this one. We will spend the whole Saturday or Sunday together.

"You know Har, I'm so proud of you. You're starting to change for the better." He says as he plays with my hair

"Thanks Chris. I think you've played a big part in it." I say

"Awwwww" He squeezes me tightly. I used to complain about how I couldn't breathe, but I've gotten used to it.

"Yeah. Okay. Let me go now." I pat his arms to let me go.

"Hey Chris, don't you have a best friend? Why do you always hang out with me? not that I'm complaining." I ask him

"Well, for one, college is not the place to find a best friend. It's highly unlikely to find a best friend there. And for two, I do have a best friend but he studies and lives far from here." He says

"So you do have a best friend! Tell me about him"

"Well, his name is Luke. He's studying to be a surgeon all the way in Oxford freaking University." He says proudly

"What about a girlfriend or a crush? Do you have one?" I poke his cheek

"Nope! I'm a single pringle" He says popping the "p"

"Why? You'd be such a great boyfriend."

"I don't really know. I guess I just haven't found the right girl...and I'm always busy." He says

"Makes sense" I nod my head

We sit in silence for a while before his phone rings. He groans and picks it up. He talks to the other person for a while before hanging up irritated. I sit up and look at him in worry.

"What's wrong?" I ask

"A classmate of mine's sibling accidentally broke our project due on Monday. It's gonna take us so long to finish it." He tugs on his hair in frustration

"I'm really sorry to break the routine, Har..."He says

"It's fine, Chris! I don't mind." I say

"I do!! It was supoosed to be our day together, but now this just had to interrupt." He huffs

"It's really fine, Chris. You know, you shos better go. That way you can come home faster." I say

"Okay...I'll see you later, Har. I'm sorry again."

And with that, he leaves.

I'm not alone for too long though. I get a knock on my door, and upon opening it, I see Jaxon.

"Yes?" I ask in confusion. I look outside to see if Reece and Kaden are there.

"What are you doing?" He chuckles

"Where's Reece and Kaden? Usually you guys are stuck together." I say

"Yeahhhh, well, they weren't the ones who was a complete asshole to you. In fact, they were really nice to you since the beginning." He scratches the back of his head and looks down in shame

"It's really weird to have you here at my door, wanting forgiveness. The almighty Jaxon Parker wants some lame girl's forgiveness." I say

"Heyyy you're not some lame girl" He says

"All girls are lame to you. That's why you don't care about their feelings and play around with them" I spoke from the heart. I am one of the girls that he played. He looks down again.

"I'm really sorry about that..." He says

"Whatever. So what are you doing here?" I ask

"I wanted to start making it up to you." He says

"Okay...so what are we going to do?" I ask

"Lay here all day and be couch potatoes!!" He raises bags of junk food.

"Sounds like a plan" I chuckle and let him in. I clean up the coffee table that was full of junk food already

"Looks like you were already doing just that" He laughs

"Yeah. You basically just took Chris' place. We were doing the exact same thing just a few minutes ago" I say

"Oh...Is Chris your boyfriend?" He asks

"What?!" My eyes widen at his question

"You guys hang out a lot, so I just assumed" He shrugs

"No way. Chris and I are NOT dating" A blush creeps up my face

"Okay. Just asking" he raises his hands up in surrender. He plops down on the couch and pats the seat next to him. I sit down and secretly gulp at the closeness. He turns to face me and I face him as well.

"So, let's start over. Hello beautiful! I'm Jaxon Parker." He puts out his hand for me to shake.

"Harley Deyes, nice to meet you" I laugh

"Harley like the one from Batman or Harley the motorcycle?" He asks

"Both actually" I say

"Story time!"

I laugh and decide to tell him.

"While my mom was pregnant, my grandfather became obsessed with superheroes from both Marvel and DC. My father was obsessed with the motorcycle Harvey. When I was born, my father jokingly yet seriously suggested to name me Harley. My grandfather loved the idea because Harley Quinn was his favorite villain. My grandmother and mother, unable to resist the cuteness and dorkiness of their husbands, decided to name me Harley. It was a nice name anyway, so why not? And so that is the story of my name." I laugh at the last part.

"That's so much more interesting than my name. My mom just wanted to name me Jackson, but my dad wanted it to be unique. That's why instead of a 'cks', my name is spelled with an 'x'. "He says

"Well it is cool and unique." I say

From names we talk about food, then places, then people, then countries we want to visit, and the list goes on. We lost track of time just talking about anything amd everything. It felt good to have a nice conversation with him. He was a really great guy despite our past happenings.

And this was only the start of the many moments we will be having together.

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