ANNIES POV
As I woke up, I noticed 4 more boxes that made its way into my room. I've always hated my room but now, I'll miss it more than I've ever known. Daylight peeked through my window curtains like a perverted 12 year old boy. As the sun shone brighter, my eyes grew wearier. My hand slammed against the pillow that clogged the noise coming from downstairs.
"ANNABELLE, DONT MAKE ME YELL AGAIN!" My mother wasn't a fan of my hissy fits in the morning so she tries to make me feel scared.
I washed up and applied my makeup. Some concealer to cover up the circles caused by the 2 hours of sleep I had this entire week, a light coat of mascara and powder, filled in my already shaped brows, and applied some lip gloss.
**skips flight and arrives at house**
Well damn. The view was amazing, nothing like this in Canada. My room was huge and had the biggest closet in the whole entire house. Maybe this move wasn't such a bad idea. Sure I'll miss friends, but I'll always make more. Curious, I yanked my MacBook out and searched up my new school.
~magcon boys finish tour!~
Some Asian boy, some white boys, a old man, and holy shitzzz. Shawn mendes.
**flashback to 8th grade**
"If you want it, come and get it" I teased him and ran as far as I could before he caught up to me. All of a sudden he disappeared. I felt my hands being grasped and the money slip from my hand
"I guess I got it," he said with a cunning smirk
"I guess you did," I replied.
At that point, our faces were dangerously close, but it did seem dangerous, it felt hot and steamy. Not just cause it was 87• outside. His warm hands made its way to my cheek and through my hair. Then expectedly, his lips crashed into mine like waves in the ocean, it was like magic in my veins.
A few days after, my family had to move. I never spoke to Shawn again. I had heard from a friend that Shawn moved a few months after I did, to a place called Los Angeles or something. What's that? Idk I wish him luck tho. It's in the us. Creepy
**end of flashback**
I stopped at shawns name and closed my macbook. Shit. What if he's changed. Everyones gonna hate me i know it. After eyeing my closet for a whie, i decided to choose my outfit for the first day.
*Crop top with white lace at the bottom
*ankle lenghth flowy pants
* doc martens
From the window, I heard a small jingle. A boy about my age, maybe older was riding a bicycle and throwing newspapers to the door. He had green eyes and short brown hair. His head turned to my window as he was passing by and winked at me. At that moment I forgot i was in a thong and vs bra. I quickly closed the curtains and i could feel myself blushing. Damn he was hot. Hope he goes to my school.
A/N Srry its short, ill try to keep it longer next time! Who do you think the boy on the bicycle should be?
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Magcon Boys (As I Fell For Him)
Teen Fiction"But what about him?" "Don't worry, no one has to know" Before I knew it, my world imploded Can you keep a secret?
