A/N: Welcome to The Fashion Of His Love! This is my first ever fanfic so I hope you enjoy it! :D Please review!
Fully italicized sentences are the thoughts of the current character.
Ryan POV
Why did we have to move to this shithole? I mean, Delaware is a shithole too, but not as bad as Minnesota. It's so cold here I think my blood is going to freeze. It never got this cold in Delaware. God I miss my friends. Why did we have to move here again? My mom's job just had to transfer her to fucking Antarctica of all places. "Oh fuck!" I yelled as I slipped on a patch of ice. "Ryan Henry Ayers! Don't use that kind of language!" my mom said as she helped me up. "Sorry mom, it just kind of slipped." I wasn't really sorry, they are just words, right? We had arrived in Minnesota last night and it was not fun getting here. Did I mention that we drove all the way from Delaware? You want to talk about one long ass drive, it took us 3 days to get here. Three long days of McDonald's, cheap hotels, and traffic. But, the drive wasn't all bad. We went through lots of cities, and I love architecture and interior design so it was fun seeing each cities architectural identity. Other than that, the trip was hell.
We are bought a nice little mission styled bungalow. I loved it. The beautiful cherry-toned wood built-ins and the beautiful amber light fixtures. It just felt so warm even though we hadn't fully unpacked yet. It was November, so many neighbors were getting their houses decorated for Christmas before they got any major snowstorms. I couldn't wait until we were fully unpacked and then we could decorate our house for the holidays. I loved Christmas, it had always been my favorite time of year. I missed those times when my whole family would gather at my grandma's house and have Christmas dinner and exchange presents with each other. Oh how much things can change in 10 years.
I walked outside to get some more boxes. I grabbed a box that was marked "Ryan's Room" and walked up the porch and into the house. I walked to my room, set the box down on my bed and opened it up with curiosity. All it was only clothes. Stupid clothes. But hey, at least I had good style. I shut the box and walked down the hallway to the kitchen. My mom was unwrapping dishes and putting them in their proper place in the cabinets and I asked "What are we going to do for dinner?". She replied "Well how does a pizza sound?" "It sounds great compared to McDonalds!" I said enthusiastically. My mom said "Okay well let me go find somewhere to get pizza and then we will go and get it.". 10 minutes later, I walked outside into the brisk Minnesota air and inhaled deeply. I exhaled the breath just as deeply and looked up at the stars and said to them "Here's to a new beginning.".