The Weight (a Shawn Mendes fan-fiction)

Chapter 2

The plane ride to Canada took longer than expected. Between the screaming kid down the isle or the one kicking the back of my seat, getting any once of sleep was hopeless! Dad was there to pick me up from the crowded hell shortly after the plane landed.

"Teagan Faela! I missed you!" He collides his body with mine in a loving, fatherly embrace.

"Please don't call me by my full name, dad. I'm not five anymore. I missed you too."

Apparently he caught on that I was embarrassed by his gesture in front of about 60 people and let go a couple seconds later.

"Let's get you home and settled in, Teagan. You'll soon enough love it here!" He waves his hands around gesturing to the entire airport but meaning the small town.

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The house is quite small but livable with 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, and a kitchen the size of a small car. My bedroom walls were colored a mute shade of blue and the place reeked of paint. He'd obvious made an effort to welcome me to my new "home" by painting the walls my favorite color and leaving me no choice but to feel sorry for the man. He's been living on his own and now that I'm here there's no way he will ever let me leave... Yay.

"You have to meet our neighbors! The good people across the road have a daughter about a year younger than you, she just turned 14 about a week ago, and the folks directly next to us have a 15 year old son. He seems nice enough but don't set your heart on meeting him anytime soon. He's always away doing important things I suppose, he's nearly never home."

"Well maybe we can meet your- um I mean our neighbors soon." My slip up went unnoticed.

"I'll call them now. You can unpack later." Gosh, Dad, let me atleast eat a meal in my own house before you shove neighbors bullshit happiness down my throat.

I put the small box of books on the bedside table to unpack later as I trudged down the hallway to face the horror of an obviously delighted neighbor lady who seemed to have about 24 cats hidden in her basement just by the sound of her voice and a very uncomfortable man who seemed to scream out "help me I'm married to a lady with 30 some cats and she's obsessed with meeting fifteen year old American girls."

"Can we please meet her now, Dan?" The woman asks.

My dad calls for me and I pretend to be surprised to see an overly excited woman and man standing in the kitchen drinking coffee with my father.

"Hello, dear! I'm Massey and that's Peter. It's so nice to finally meet you!" She pulls me in for a tight hug. Right about then an annoyed fake cough sounds from the living room obviously coming from someone without an introduction.

"That's Shawn. He's a bit of a peach if you ask me. But hey, he's my son. I have to deal with him." She smiles and laughs a small laugh as Shawn rises from the couch and makes his way over to us. It doesn't occur to me who he actually is until he speaks.

"Hey."

I look up to meet his stunning eyes. Oh... My... Gosh... Shawn flipping Mendes is standing in my house talking to me.

"H-hi." I let out a smile and a slight giggle.

"What's your name?" He asks. By now everyone is seated in the living room which leaves us to talk amongst ourselves.

"Teagan. And you're obviously Shawn. Big fan... Huge fan." By now I must be smiling like an idiot.

"Now are you? Teagan: that's a very pretty name. It suits you."

Every freaking syllable hit my heart harder than that damn bus his Regina George in the movie Mean Girls.

"T-thanks." The floor was nice to look at. Especially when my cheeks resembled a tomato.

"Would you like to take a walk with me?" He asks, eyes peering into mine.

"Of course." I stammer and reluctantly make my way for the door.