For Worse or For Better (Shawn Mendes)

The Truck of Tragedy

*A/N-HEY DUDES AND DUDETTES! So I just want to say before I start this story, that Shawn Mendes is NOTHING in real life like the Shawn in this story. The real Shawn is polite and respectful and adorable. I just made this Shawn the way I did because it helped the story 😂 I just wanted to get that straight. So I've decided that every chapter is going to have a song lyric at the beginning that describes the main idea of the chapter. Alright later babes💜💛❤️💚💙

The hardest thing I'd ever do, is say goodbye and walk slowly away from you. But I'll do it. And after all this time I shared with you. It seems unfair to leave with nothing more than blank stares. But I'll do it.
-The Beatles

Miles kisses my cheek. "You're going to be fine. I promise you'll love it in Canada. Text me every day and I'll come visit you whenever I can, okay?"

I nod. "Don't forget about me, okay?" I say cautiously.

"I can't afford to lose my best friend," Miles mumbles, pulling me into his chest.

"Skylar, grab Snickers!" My brother's voice echoes throughout the almost completely empty house.

It's abandoned.

It's been cleared out.

It's dull.

It's bland.

It's not ours anymore.

Why does Zac have to ruin everything?

Scowling, I pull away from Miles and amble into the house and spot my puppy, sitting on the floor, his tail wagging happily.

If only he knew.

I scoop him into my arms and shuffle out of the house, delaying our departure.

"Hurry up, Slow Poke!" Zac yells out the car door.

I stick my tongue out at my brother and purposely walk even slower.

Zac frowns. "I swear, Skylar. Come on, I want to leave!"

"Yeah? Well I don't!" I exclaim, plopping Snickers into the backseat. I slide in next to him, in between him and Zac, who is already cozy and comfortable, ready for a nap.

But not me.

I don't think I'll ever sleep again.

I look back and wave at Miles as we speed away.

And the last I see of him, he winks and shouts, "I'll be waiting!"

I shake my head and turn to my family.

"Where are we going, again?" I ask sarcastically, my tone dangerously harsh.

"You'll be fine, Skylar, you're going to absolutely love Canada." My mom says cheerily. "And don't worry, you'll make new friends, you don't have to always hang around the same kids you know."

"Eh, eh, eh," Zac says, holding up a finger. "The same kid. I'm pretty sure it was only one kid."

I glare at him. "For your information, Miles was closer to me than anyone else in this world. So maybe you should all take a lesson from him."

No on responds, but I'll admit, Zac looks a little hurt.

I feel a pang of guilt, but it immediately goes away.

They deserved what they got.

I'm moving across country for my freshman year of high school.

I have a right to be stubborn and rude.

So instead of worrying about whose feelings I may have hurt, I slip in my ear buds and rest my head on Snickers's furry body.

Might as well rest before I have all this fun in Canada.

*****

"We're here, Skylar. Skylar get up!" I open my eyes and am greeted by big blue eyes staring down at me.

"Get off me, Zac," I moan, pushing him away.

Zac chuckles. "Love you too."

And then I realize something.

If we're here....

I jump out of the car and shoot into the house like a rocket.

I hurtle up the steps, two at a time, and frantically look around.

On my left is a bedroom with a queen sized bed, a bathroom and a walk in closet.

On my right is a room with a small bathroom, a tiny closet and another queen bed.

I sprint into the left room and immediately through my duffel on the bed.

Marking my territory.

Zac appears in the doorway as I hop on the bed. "Who says you get the better room?"

"Got here first." I say bluntly.

"And?"

"Ya snooze, ya lose. Bye bye now." I say, waving him out of the room.

Zac narrows his eyes at me, but surprisingly, he backs up and walks into the other room, closing the door behind him.

"Well," I say to myself, "isn't this a bundle of fun."

I sit on my bed and pull out my iPhone so I can text Miles.

This sucks.

He responds almost instantly.

Miles: are you there yet?
Me: yea and it sucks😰
Miles: it'll get better, I promise.
Me: how do you know?
Miles: remember when I moved to Glenview? I was only eight and I was terrified. But then this cute little girl in pigtails came over to bring me her mothers cupcakes. I invited her in and we played for six hours. And we've been best friends ever since and seven years later we're still as close as we've always been. Things will work out Skylar.

When I read that, I had to smile as a tear slipped down my cheek.

He was right.

Miles moving to Glenview, was the best thing that had ever happened to me.

To the both of us.

Me: thanks Miles☺️😌that makes me feel better
Miles: that's what I'm here for
Me: I guess I better help unpack text u later?
Miles: yep, I love you❤️😘
Me: back at ya💚

I hopped off my bed and got to unpacking.

If I had Miles over text and I had Zac in the same high school for this year, maybe this wouldn't be all bad after all.