17 BUSTED

  LUKE'S POV   During the night, the rain fell heavily, creating a nice and soothing sound, and this was indeed a remarkable moment.   I was settling down on my couch, eating brownies, and watching a basketball match. Harriet sat close to me, leaning her head on my shoulder, and her hand was right on my chest. She wasn't the type who was actually interested in sports stuff and all that, but she decided to watch this one all because of me.   As soon as the game was over, Harriet turned off the television, and I couldn't help but give her an unfriendly look. She smiled at me, hoping the expression on my face would change. But little did she know that she was just fooling herself.   I gestured for her to turn the television back on, but she refused, shaking her head. I wanted to snatch the remote from her, but then she drew her hands backward. A glare was directed at this lady before I grabbed the remote.   I turned the television back on, with a lot of thoughts stirring around