Chapter 3

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*Hey guys, finally in Hayes' POV now!*

Hayes' POV

I told her while I was unpacking for her she either had to tell me her name or play guitar... She chose guitar of course. I picked up a few boxes and began to unpack them. The first was all clothes, so I found some hangers and put them in her closet for her. The next box was a box of trophies, a few were sports, others were talent awards.

"I thought you didn't sing in front of other people?" I asked.

"That was just me and my guitar, no singing.:

I set up a few trophies, yet there were still a couple left in the box. As she continued to play I pulled out the last few trophies left, they were lacrosse trophies. That just made her ten times more attractive.

"You play lacrosse?" 

She abruptly stopped playing and said, "Yeah, why?"

"I play too, and football." 

"Oh that's cool! Not many people in my old town played, I played for a club team."

She started playing again as I set up the last trophies. 

I heard a woman's voice getting closer, "Sydney you need to stop playing that guitar and get-" she was at the door.  She gave one quick look at me and spat out, "Oh you've made a friend already, hi I'm Teresa, you must be one of Elizabeth's boys. I just met your mother, very nice lady." She said shaking my hand. 

"Yes I'm Hayes. Thank you on my moms behalf. I was just helping SYDNEY (I looked at her sarcastically) unpack."

"Well that's very nice of you Hayes." Her mom walked out.

I turned and looked at her in the eyes on the bed with her guitar, "Hi Sydney, I'm Hayes. Nice to meet you." 

She smiled, "Why hello Hayes, how are you?"

We both laughed as she continued finishing her song. Sydney, simple but so right... Sydney.

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