Anastasia's POV:
I drove home listening Ed Sheeran. He was one of my biggest music inspirations. I sing and play guitar. It is my escape. Whenever I sing and play guitar I just feel better and stress free, almost like I'm in a different world.
I pulled up next to the big moving truck in my drive way. I walked inside to see boxes everywhere. "Mom!" I called up the stairs, causing the whole house to echo. "Up here honey!" My mom yelled back. I ran up the stairs and into my room. Everything was gone. Photos. Furniture. Everything. It made me emotional, but I couldn't wait to leave. "Is everything in the truck?" I asked looking around. "Yes honey. Everything is in the truck and we are ready to go!" She said with a bright smile. I smiled back at her. "Okay well do you want to go now?" I asked pointing to the door. "Yes we can go." She said walking passed me. I walked out of the house and into the truck.
We were about to start a new chapter in our lives. Hopefully things will turn out alright.
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We arrived at our new house in Pickering. It was beautiful. It was so perfect. I smiled at my mom. "Mom, it's beautiful here." She smiled and nodded in agreement. We parked the truck and started to move boxes inside. "Mom where is my room?" I asked looking around the huge house. "Upstairs second one on the left." She said pointing upstairs. I ran upstairs to see that my room was already painted and decorated like my dream bedroom. "Boho chic." I whispered to myself happy with the room. I didn't even care who did the room I loved it.
I started to unpack my clothes and put them away.
When I unpacked everything decided to go outside and play my guitar and sing.
I walked outside and noticed that next door, there was a Tall, brown haired guy, I couldn't see his face since his back was turned to me. I sat down and started to strum my guitar and sing. I started to sing 'Sweater Weather' by the Neighbourhood
All I am is a man
I want the world in my hands
I hate the beach but I stand
In California with my toes in the sand
Use the sleeves on my sweater
Let's have an adventure
Head in the clouds but my gravity's center
Touch my neck
And I'll touch your
You those little I waisted shorts, oh
She knows what I think about, what I think about
One love, two mouths
One love, one house
No shirt ,no blouse
Just us you find out
Nothing that in wouldn't wanna tell you about, no
'Cause it's too cold
For you here and now
So let me hold
Both your hands in the holes of my sweater.
I finished the song and sat in silence thinking. I was snapped out of my thoughts by clapping. I look to where I heard the clapping to see the guy I saw earlier. "Wow." He said smiling. I tucked a piece of my dark brown hair behind my ear blushing. He was quite attractive. Dark brown hair, honey brown eyes, tall, fit. He was just.... Perfect. "Um." I said smiling. "Thank you I guess." I said finally making eye contact with him. "You are amazing." He said still dumbfounded. "I'm Shawn Mendes." He said waving. I sat my guitar down and got up to meet him at the fence. "I'm Anastasia Smith." I smiled at him. "It's a pleasure to meet you Miss. Smith." He said with a smirk on his lips. "And it's is indeed a pleasure to meet you Mr.Mendes" I grinned. "So you'er the new girl aye?" He said in a Canadian accent. "Yeah I moved here from Chicago." I said nodding.
"Well Anastasia, would you like to hang out tomorrow and I could show you around town?" Shawn asked scratching the back of his neck. "That would be great." I smiled. "Great, here's my number. Text me when you'er ready tomorrow." He said walking back to his house. "Okay I will." I slightly shout back at him. I smiled and grabbed my guitar, running back inside. "Anastasia!" My mom yelled excited. "Did you just see what happened?" I asked happy. "Yes I did! He's a nice looking guy Anastasia." My mom said nudging me. I smiled "yes and he is a very nice boy." I blushed. "And we are going into town tomorrow so he could show me around!" I yell smiling harder than ever. "Anastasia let me help you pick something out." My mom said rushing up stairs with me.
My mom always had a good fashion sense and I trust her.
I picked out my outfit then hopped in the shower. I put on my pajamas and went to sleep thinking about Shawn.
