Patience ➳ Shawn Mendes

Chapter 1

I sighed as I put the last of my moving box down in front of the book case in my new room, in a house in a whole different country on the other side of the world. 

Looking around, I was amazed by my room. It looked like one of those rooms you see on Tumblr or Pinterest. 

For now, the room was white but soon there would be three walls painted a light baby blue but one would stay white so I could use that wall for when I'd use my projector. One wall was already dominated by a huge book case that would soon be filled by books from top to bottom and even then I doubted I'd have enough room. My bed was already standing in the middle of the room and would soon be shoved against the wall on the right side of the window that leads to a balcony. 

I could already imagine all the fairy lights hanging around and the place where I'd set up my desk as well as my vanity table with all the make up I own but hardly use. My camera would be set up around there for when I want to film one of my videos for Youtube. 

Yes, this house was perfect right now. 

Originally, I'm from Belgium and I've lived there for almost 17 years before my family decided to move to another country, we settled on Canada pretty soon and started planning everything. 

My family consisted out of 6 people, my parents and me and my three siblings. Last year, the second oldest of our family- Clarissa- got pregnant and had a baby which expanded our family because she lives with us. 

When we decided to move, my oldest sibling- Primrose- decided to stay in Belgium which surprised none of us because she always hated leaving and moving and trust me, we moved a lot. 

In the past 16 years of my life, I have never stayed in one place for over a year. There isn't one house I can go to in the future and say 'this is the house I grew up in' because if I wanted to do that, I'd have to travel all around the provence of Antwerp. The provence, not the city. 

My sister and her daughter are still living with us but are looking for their own place so they can start their own little home. They don't want to be too far from us because she is a single mother and she also works which means either me or my mom babysit my little niece when she has to work. 

My eyes fell on a picture of me and my mom along with my two sisters and my niece. All the girls from my family. It would have a proud place on my nightstand. I'd make sure I would look at it every day before I go to sleep and when I wake up. 

Another one was from me and my father and brother. The three of us were close, maybe not as a little group but individually. I'm really close with my father but also with my brother while Dad and Oliver are very close to each other but I can't really say we're a tight little group, we've never done anything together. 

I also had pictures with my family members individually and a huge family picture. It was taken a couple of months before and was printed on a canvas for me.

I was startled out of my thoughts when I felt a warm, gentle hand on my shoulder. Looking up, I was staring into the warm and loving eyes of my mother.

"Hey." She said in a soft voice.

"Hi."

"Where were you with your head?I've been calling your name for the past 5 minutes now.

"I was thinking about Rose." I answered.

A sad smile settled around her lips. "We'll miss her but it was her choice to stay in Belgium."

With a deep sigh, I settled on my bed. "I know, it's still hard though. I will miss her remarks and such."

"We all will."

We stayed in silence for a bit before I remembered something. "Talking English, huh?"

Before we came here, my parents both vowed they would not start talking English or French because we lived in Canada. Definitely not to their own children in their own house.

"Oh, hush you!" She said with a playful smile. "Anyway, I need you to do something for me."

"What do you need?" I asked, deciding that I could do anything now that all the boxes were in my room. 

"I was getting everything ready to make dinner but I still need some things. Can you maybe get them?"

"Sure." I answered, following her out of my ro and down the stairs. "Do you have a list?"

"Yes, it's on the counter along with the money. Your father and brother went to pick up your sister and Maybelle. I'm sorry but you'll have to walk."

"It's okay." I shrugged. "Don't worry about it. Gives me a chance to look around and explore the neighborhood."

"Okay." Mom said, kissing the side of my head even though she's smaller than me. "Be safe."

I could hear the double meaning behind it but smiled and hid that I knew. Instead, I nodded and assured her that I would.

Taking my phone out, I looked up where the nearest grocery shop was. Turned out it wasn't even 15 minutes from where I lived if I were to walk. 

In Belgium you could only get your drivers license if you were 17 but that is only theoretically. It means you can't actually drive a car yet, for that you have to wait until your 18. As I was only 16, I didn't even study yet for it. 

My brother, Oliver, did have his drivers license and served as a chauffeur for me. 

Now we were living in Canada and I still have to wait a couple of years because I'm not an official citizen yet. I have to wait another year or so before I can actually apply to become a real citizen.  

Before I stepped out of the house, I kissed my mom's cheek and went outside. Putting on my leather jacket, I walked down the steps of the front porch and walked away, to the grocery shop.

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Welcome to my new story, yesterday I uploaded this story by accident and that means I didn't get to include this section.

Sorry!

Anyway, all I wanted to say was that I am going to include some Dutch sentences in this story because the Peeters are from Belgium. I am from there myself so I speak the language, in fact it's my mother tongue. If I include a Dutch sentence, I will put the translation at the bottom of the chapter.

Normally I also include pictures of outfits or rooms or anything else I describe under the chapter but because I didn't really describe anything relevant, I will not do it yet.

I know that I described her room but I will put the picture underneath it when Charlotte actually says that the room is finished.

See you soon!