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[40] Vernon Oneshot: Sweetest Thing

You heard the screen door of your neighbor's house and stood up.

"Oh, ma'am!" You called out politely. She was a beautiful lady in her late 30s. Her dark hair was in a ponytail and she looked like she was going somewhere business-related.

Your neighbor turned to you. With a smile, you continued, "Would you like some strawberries? I ended up growing too many."

"Strawberries? My kids love them!" She said walking up to the fence that bordered your properties.

"Really? I'll leave a bucket for you guys then!" You replied with a relieved smile.

"Thank you, I might as well pay you-"

Just as your neighbor was taking out her wallet, you shook your head and waved your hands in refusal. "No, no need to pay me! I just had too many!"

"Well, thank you for your kindness, Y/N! My kids will surely love them!" Your neighbor got into her car and drove away.

You crouched back down and began to pick the varying red strawberries on bushes, smiling to yourself as each strawberry was plucked right off the bush and tossed into the white bucket.

You planted many rows of strawberries in your backyard and front yard since you had a lot of empty space, but you didn't expect to get so much. You were a large strawberry lover and wanted to grow your own strawberries to make your favorite strawberry milk and jam.

When you were a kid, you ate a beautiful and savory strawberry jam made by your grandmother, which made you want to make a homemade jam from her passed-down recipe. The jam could be used for many things but you especially liked it on bread.

Three buckets were more than enough for your jam and strawberry milk cravings. It didn't even have to be those, it could just be plain strawberries, or strawberries sprinkled with sugar or coated in chocolate, or added to cakes. So many different uses.

You could hear a bird chirp, flying above the burning summer sky. You went inside your house and took a large straw sunhat with a red ribbon and put it on to face the shining sun.

As you stepped out of your house, you saw a man approaching your side of the block from the opposite corner. He seemed to be panting a lot and sweaty. You couldn't see if he was a good or bad guy, but something inside you said to help him.

"Would you like a strawberry?" You called out. The man paused and was skeptical.

"Strawberries?"

You nodded, smiling at him. You picked up a ripe strawberry from your bucket. "I grew way too many so if I'll give you some if you like."

You opened the gate of your front yard fence and allowed him inside.

"Come in and choose which bucket you want!" You said politely.

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Vernon's racing heartbeat had calmed down and his breathing became study at your kind and comfortable welcome. You acted as if you two have known each other for years, which got him a little flustered.

Vernon unzipped his sweater, revealing his arms and a white t-shirt. You continued to pick the strawberries, leaving him to pick a bucket.

Vernon was also a bit afraid for you. Being so kind as this, people may take advantage of it. He couldn't deny that he was.

He crouched down beside you and took off his sunglasses, watching you pick the berries. He saw your cheeks grow a bit pink.

"Aren't you going to pick a bucket?" You asked, turning to face him.