Since The Day You Moved In

Prologue -- Chapter //1//

The name is Shawn, Shawn Dillon. I'm 5'10", blue eyes, dark brown/black hair that I quiff up everday, and I will say I've got a pretty good body. I'm 16 years old and I've lived in Calgary for my whole life. Day after boring day goes by and there's nothing new. Until one day she moved in, right behind us. She's perfect, the absolute symbol of beauty, at least she is in my eyes. The only problem, she's never even noticed me.

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My name is Katelyn, but everybody calls me Kate, though it doesn't bother me. My birth parents died in a fire when I was a young girl, so I was put in foster care ever since I was six. Until one day a nice couple came and adopted me, changed my life. They moved me from that depressing town that only brought back the vague old memories and gave me an all new life in Calgary. I'm 16 and my life is going pretty good now if I do say so myself. I'm not the shortest girl, but I'm definitely not the tallest. I'm about 5'7", a good couple of inches off of my friends and classmates, but not as short as some of my peers. I've got brown hair that goes down to just under my boobs and I've got green eyes that my adoptive mother always says are, 'striking'. My boyfriend, Kian, lives right across the street from me and he's a nice guy. Though I dread the day when I'll finally break up with him, I try to keep him happy. Why am I planning on breaking it off with him? He's always been protective of me, but now he's gotten kind of aggressive towards me whenever I even speak to another guy, or so much as look in their direction. Other then that, I've been given a great live, a nice sized house, food, clothes and breathable air. I can't shake off the undeniable feeling that something is going to change though, but I can't quite put my finger on it.

Chapter 1 -- Shawn's POV

I was sitting on my fence again, strumming away at my guitar, when I noticed a movement in her window. I can't ever help but to look into the window, no matter how creepy it sounds. I smile when she walks into her room, flicking the light switch; causing light to emanate, and she jumps onto her bed, already on her phone. I can't help but have the slightest crush on her, ever since she moved in, but I know it's impossible that I can since I don't even know her name. I shake my head to clear it and I begin humming and fingering my guitar strings again. She comes over to the window and my heart stops in my chest when she opens it. I get ready to speak but she doesn't even seem to notice me there, she just cracks the window open ever so slightly and then returns to her previous position on the bed. I sigh and gently toss my guitar so it's back on the grass and I return my gaze to her, only to roll my eyes when I see her boyfriend on her bed with her, his mouth attached to his. I mutter some innapropriate words under my breath as I hop off the fence and disappear back into my house.

"Hey Ma, what's for dinner?" I call out, closing the sliding glass door behind me. "I don't know, make what you want for yourself and your brother, your father and I are going out for another week," She responds half-heartedly and I run a hand through my hair angrily. "Gee, thanks for telling me!" I shout up the stairs at her and I stroll into the living room to find my seven-year-old brother sitting there, watching TV.

"Hey bud, what do you want for dinner?" I sit down next to him. I've always felt like I've needed to take over the fatherly role towards Jamie considering our dad isn't around very often, same goes for my mom.

"Spaghetti and meatballs!" He leans forward and throws himself into the back cushion of the couch when he says this and I laugh. "Alright," I shake my head playfully and stand up, heading back into the kitchen and pulling out some pots and pans. I look up from the water that's filling the pot when my mom and dad come down the stairs casually.

"We'll be back in about a month," They say calmly and I turn off the tap. "A month? You're going to leave your sixteen-year-old son with your seven-year-old son for a month," I spit at them, trying so hard not to leap across the ground that seperates us and strangle them. "Yep," My mom pops the 'p' and not another word is said before they're out the door and gone. I shake my head again and return to the stove, turning it on to boil the water.