Bones ↣ Shawn Mendes

Chapter Four

"And that's the house. Any questions?" The realtor asked us after the tour. The house was nice, sure, but it's nothing like my old house.

"Um, not from me. Anybody else?" My dad questioned, and we all shook our heads no.

"Well, that's great. I'll be in the kitchen if anybody needs me." The realtor said, walking over to the kitchen to see the other visitors.

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"We're here!" Laura squealed, rubbing her hands together and taking a deep breath out. She jumped out of the moving van and ran to the back of it, opening the door. I got out of the passenger seat and joined her, staring at all the boxes.

"Isn't this just so," she takes in a deep breath through her nose, "refreshing?" She looks at me and smiles.

"Not really." I said sternly, folding my arms. I looked into the endless rows of boxes, looking to see if mine were in there.

"Oh come on!" Laura referred to my comment, "And besides, this house is nicer and bigger! You get the biggest room out of all the kids, and you're at my school in the district! I can be your teacher now!" She said, elbowing me lightly, "Cheer up a little." She pulled out the ramp and began grabbing boxes.

     I scoped out the moving van, until I finally found my boxes. I walked into the back and grabbed two boxes and followed Laura into the house, staggering and wobbling, trying to balance the boxes. I walked up the stairs into my room, setting down them down in the middle.

"Your father's here!" I heard Laura yell from downstairs, and I looked out my window into my new front yard and saw two moving vans on the side of the road. My dad's best friend, Derek, was helping us unpack. I sat in my room avoiding my family for a while.

After an hour, my Derek walked into my room with my bed frame, mattress attached, with my dad right behind him. My dad had my two night stand on a dolley, rolling it into my doorway.

"Comin in hot!" Derek shouted, setting my bed frame down.

"Penelope, why aren't you out there getting your stuff? Everything else is done." My dad said, pointing his thumbs behind him.

"Because I was unpacking this." I lied.

"That doesn't look unpacked to me. I see one thing out." My dad said, setting on hand on his hip.

"I got distracted." I said, looking down at my fingers that I was twiddling.

"Well go unpack them. Now. It's getting dark out and you have to put your sheets on." He said, motioning for Derek to follow him.

I huffed out a whole tom of air, causing a few strands that had fallen into my face to fall back into their previous and correct spot. I pushed myself up from the floor and dragged myself to the driveway.

I shuffled my feet along the stone pathway, then onto the cement driveway to the first moving van. I walked up the ramp and went to pick up some boxes.

"Hey." A voice said, startling me. I turned around slowly, and saw a boy.

The boy was tall, and had a darker complexion. His skin wasn't very dark, but it had a tan to it. He had a muscular build, and his hand were in his pockets. And yes, he was very cute.

"Hi?" I answered questionably, "Who are you?"

"I'm Shawn." He said, giving a smug smile.

"Well, Shawn, you almost gave me a heart attack." I said a bit rudely.

"Oh, sorry about that." He laughed, and I couldn't help but smile, "You need help with that, uhm," he looked at my boxes, "Penalop?"

"It's Penelope. Like what you write with, the letter after k, oh, and urine." I said laughing.

"Not gross at all." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Not at all." I said, and we both laughed.

"So is that a yes or a?" He trailed off.

"Oh, right!" I covered my face with my hands, shaking my head, "Um, yes please. Thanks."

"Welcome." He said, running up and grabbing the boxes next to me. He carried them into my house and I grabbed some boxes, showing him where my room was. After about thirty minutes we had it all done.

"Thanks for that." I said, walking out the front door with him.

"Anytime. Are you going to school tomorrow?" Shawn asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Sadly, yes. My 'step mom' is Mrs. Harris, or soon to be Mrs. Sanders, and since she has to go to work I have to go to school." I sighed, my facial expression turning to a pout.

"Well, I can show you around? You can ride with me to school and we can walk around school before it starts." He offered.

"Awe, that's super sweet." I cooed, "Sure." I smiled at him, spinning my torso side to side, swinging my arms.

"Okay, say at seven?" He said, and I nodded my head.

"It's a date. Well, not a date. It's just a saying, it's a plan not a date I'm not going on a date with you. Not that I wouldn't. And not that I want to. But I wouldn't say n-"

"I know what you mean." He laughed and I felt the blood rush to my cheeks and I looked down at my feet.

"Y-y-yeah I'm really dumb." I stuttered, and he laughed.

"No you're not, it happens to the best of us. Well, I've gotta go. It's getting dark. See yah at seven." He said, walking off and waving.

"See yah!" I said, waving.

     God Penelope, you're so stupid. You made that cute boy hate you probably more than he already did.

     I ran into my house, up the stairs and my sister was standing there.

"Who was that?" She questioned, taking a bite out of a chip.

"A kid named Shawn. I think he's one of our neighbors." I said, walking to my room.

"You think?" She asked, shoveling more chips into her mouth.

"Yeah. Context says he is, but he never said straight up he was. I don't know!" I said, walking to my room and semi-slammed the door.

I walked over to my boxes, rummaging through searching for my bedding. I finally found it, and walked over to my bed and put it on. I scoped around my quarter-finished room. I grabbed things out of the boxes one-by-one, setting them onto the main pieces of furniture.

      I scanned the room and sighed. This, this life, this is mine now.