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꒰ Lost in japan ꒱
Shawn Mendes
The passing trees were fresh and green, the sun shining upon its leaves, enhancing the evergreen glow. Inside the car sat a 16 year old girl, her back rested on the car seat, her legs tangled at the ankle while her hands played with each other in nervousness.
The car window was opened, allowing the fast wind to enter the car and stride across her face making her head feel lighter, and at peace.
She gave out a heavy sigh and glanced to her side where a man, whom she called 'father' was sitting. His hands clutched on the wheel as he calmly pushed the accelerator making the car move across from the natural surroundings.
Why were we doing this? She thought. Why, after all those years of trying to stay away from this past, why were we coming back here? Y/n never knew Kingston, She grew up in New York, her whole childhood was there and they were all leaving it behind.
She knew for a fact that when she was young, she'd never set foot here, that all those memories her father had with her mother, all those mistakes he made as a teenager, everything, were something he didn't want her to be a part of.
But now for the sake of his job, they were coming back here. Her father worked his ass off for 3 whole years to finally achieve something in his career, to finally not be a failure.
After he came out of rehab he promised himself to make his career one his priorities, and he did just that.
She knew what her dad had been through, and She couldn't let the excuse to not be a part of his past let him ruin the opportunity to finally make a living.
In the midst of her thoughts and expectations of what living in a small town, going to a whole new high school and finding new friends would be like, Y/n was soon snapped out of her thoughts as she felt a hand on her thigh.
"It's going to be alright pumpkin." She heard her dad's soft voice assure her.
She smiled back at him and placed her hand on his.
"I know."
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"YOU REALLY HAD TO LEAVE ME TO PICK UP THE BOXES DIDN'T YOU DAD!"
"Oh don't explode just because you can't manage two boxes y/n."
"I HATE YOU!"
"Love you too sweetie."
Y/n rolled her eyes as she closed the trunk walking up to the house. Their car was parked in front of a old house, at least that was from her knowledge, any new visitor would think it was new as a warm paper out of the printer. The house didn't look old from any angle, despite no one living in it for 16 years.
The walls were painted a subtle shade of white, the roof had ruffles painted a grey colour. The door was also white with tiny dents and scratches visible from near by, there was a small porch deck before the door, supported by three pillars. The house was a two story house with a small attic up above.
She sighed as she placed the last of the boxes in front of the door, on the porch. Her dad in the meanwhile locked the car and made his way to open the door.
This house was the same place where her dad grew up, where he spent his high school years and the home he bought her to when she had no where else to go in this world. She never remembered any part of it considering she was only one when they left, but being here made her feel as if she had a spiritual connection with this mass of bricks.
Her father never sold the house, her grandparents told him not too, it was too precious. And although they might have not lived in it for a long time, they knew that this was a place they could always call home. And now, it was her home.
Her dad took y/n's hand and walked back near to the car. Turning their eyes to the house they smiled as they admired it. Home.
"You ready?" He said looking down at her and smiling.
"Ready." She said smiling back at him as the two of them took their steps to walk up to the front door. Her dad turned the key and opened the door.
A strong mist of dust blew across their faces, contaminating any breathing space she had. They coughed as the dust flew by. Her dad walked forth and turned on the light.
Home.
He walked forward looking around the dusty house in awe and Y/n followed behind. And just as she was about to enter one of the rooms she heard him yell from the other side:
"WELL LETS GET TO WORK!"
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"DAD YOUR NOT PUTTING ENOUGH FORCE INTO THE COUCH!"
"WHAT THE FUCK WE'RE SUPPOSED TO PICK IT UP NOT BURY IT TO THE GROUND!"
"FUCK IT CALL SOMEONE FOR HELP!"
"Alrighty then."
Her dad put the couch back down on the floor as y/n shook her hands from the weight. She continued to set up the smaller pieces around the house until her dad finally had brought someone for help.
"Hey kid so we need some help around here to pick up this couch."
"Oh sure sir no problem." A thick british accent spoke up.
She furrowed her eyebrows and walked to where the voices were coming from, with a delicate decoration ornament in her hand she stood by the small front hall where the two men were talking.
She spotted her dad and a boy, he seemed young, her own age perhaps. He had brunette hair and dark brown eyes. He was thin and tall, with a genuine sweetness to his face.
"Oh and this is my daughter y/n!" My dad introduced her to him in the midst of explaining to him what he needed help with.
"Hi I'm Louis." He said smiling and putting out his hand. (Y'all thought it was Tom 😩 sike bitch it's Louis Partridge)
Y/n shook his hand and returned the smile.
Rest of the evening was spent with the three of them cracking jokes and setting up the house. Louis had left since his grandparents expected him by noon and it was just y/n and her dad left.
"Glad we got this done in one day." Her dad said with a sigh as they sat on the couch.
"Glad I didn't see any snakes." She said in response making the two of them laugh.
"I'm gonna go to bed." Y/n said breaking the silence and getting up from the couch.
"Okay, goodnight pumpkin."
"Goodnight dad."
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She sat on the bed the same night, it was 10pm, who sleeps at this time? Y/n knew her dad had already gone to sleep in the next room considering she could hear his loud snores, these walls are thin aren't they.
She got up from the bed and sighed as she looked out from the window. She didn't know where this new beginning would take her, but she was prepared for it.
She rested her hands on the window sill, the curtains brushing slightly from the light night wind. The whole street was dark, only the night lights being the source of glow. Other then her own all the houses had their lights switched off, except one.
She raised her eyebrow as she looked at the house across from her, the one right in front. She spotted a tall guy with what seemed to be brunette hair and brown eyes, but the low light prevented her from being sure. He had a sharp jawline from what she could tell, and man... one hell of a body.
He was shirtless and let me just say- absolutely ripped, what is he an athlete?
She spotted him as he was taking off his shirt in front of the window.
She gaped at him looking at how hot- dear god.
She had a sudden jolt of nervousness when she saw him look directly at her from the window.
Her eyes widened and she quickly moved to the wall next to the window praying he didn't catch her looking at him.
But what she didn't know, is that he just smiled and closed the curtains.