Your POV
it was my first time moving to a new home. Especially in a whole new part of the world. My parents had found work somewhere else, at some company in Canada; meaning I'd need to leave everything and everyone I knew behind. I couldn't go to my same high school or have the same friends. I'm not the type of person who can make friends very easily though. Most people say I come way to hard on people when I first meet them. I mean, I guess its just how I am. I'm still on a flight from the US all the way to Canada and it feels like it's already been a day. I look out the window, knowing that I'll never be going back again. I feel a tear drop down my face and try to wipe it off without my mom noticing me. I try to shake it off by drifting off to sleep.
-------------------- 1 hour later --------------------
I feel a light hand tap my shoulder and I jump up. It was just my mom, but for all I know it could have been a killer.
"Oh my god mom you scared me."
"Sorry bout that sweetie. I just wanted to remind you that you have to babysit for our neighbor, remember? you are going to the daughter's game. I think that her brother might get there also."
"well if he's going, why do I?" I respond. my mother gives me a stern and angry look.
"OK look sweetie. we could use the extra money. just do this for us, please. I know its hard to move to somewhere new and I know how hard this-"
"mom you really don't... you know how bad I am at making friends. and now that I had to leave my old ones? We'll see how well this works out..."
I pick up my carry on and rush between my mom and the seat to get out. I see my mom rushing after me and my dad would probably already be in the car. I plug in my head phones and listen to my Ed Sheeran playlist (A/N : I love Ed Sheeran lol...) He came here a week early due to work starting earlier for him. We drive to the house in silence. Once we pull into our driveway, I see four of our neighbors; a family. A mom, dad, daughter, and really good looking son.
"no, do do it again. you don't even know the guy. for all you know, he can be just like the others..." I think to my self. I erase my own thoughts from my brain and I squint slightly to get a better look at him. when the car door opens, I snap out of my fantasy I'm having and step out. The son smiles at me and I shyly smile back, putting my head down slowly after. I look back up at the daughter, Aaliyah. I met her a while ago when she came to new york for some tournament or something like that.
"Hi, I'm Shawn." The son says, sticking our his hand.
"Hey, uh, i'm Y/N." I reply, shaking his hand. Just the contact of his hand and mine feels like i'm already falling in love. But sure, I just met him. "don't fall into the trap again..." i say to myself, once again.
"Hi Y/N!!!" She practically screams and runs up to me. I smile back and hug her. It's been such a long time since I've seen her, and she was one of my best friends. Of, course she's younger than me. I step back in between my parents and ask if I could go inside. Shawn, Aaliyah, and I walk into their own house so Aaliyah can get ready for her game. I akwardly smile and look up at Shawn to see him staring at me.
"What?" I say confusedly
"oh, uh, nothing. Imma go up to my room, come with me?"
"sure, ok." I say, feeling kind of scared, but not denying. We walk up the stairs and down the hall to Shawn's room. I immedietly see his guitar, and my first instinct was to pick it up and play, but I feel like that'd be creepy.
"hey, you play guitar?" I say, not really knowing what else I should've said.
"Yeah,
