Moving from California to Pittsburgh was not been something I ever expected to do. Both of my parents had really good jobs, all my friends were there. The only things I got to keep were my clothes and my music. However, the upside to the whole moving was that I got to have a pet. This was only because we used to live in a flat where our neighbours were not very animal friendly. This changed of course the night my parents to tell me the news…

"Honey, we have something to tell you." My mom's strong gaze burned into me as I chewed some food in my mouth.

"Sure, what is it?" I reply after quickly swallowing. I could tell this wasn't good news by the way my dad kept pulling at his tie during dinner, he only ever did that when he was nervous.

"Listen, we know this might not sound very appealing but we want you to know that this is for your own good."

"We're buying a house in Pittsburgh." My dad blurted out. I quickly stood up and stepped away from the well prepared table. Now I knew the reason why my mother cooked tonight, she rarely cooked.

"What?! We're moving?! For my own good my ass! Did you not think that maybe I have friends here? I go to school here! My whole life is in this place and you think we can just pack our bags and move to another state, all the way across America? Hell no!"

The annoying memory was still something I hope to wake up and find untrue but here I am, in Pittsburgh, unpacking my suitcases as Paramore blew through the speakers of my radio.

So far this was probably the worst choice my parents could have ever made for me and I was still angry at them for doing so. I mean I could kind of see where they were coming from, with all the events which took place during the previous year maybe they wanted to keep me away from Cali.

The only good thing that happened was that I got to meet a really cool and very handsome guy. I was so excited to find a great music store in this town; at least I'd have access to music. I was surprised when he started talking to me and I've got to admit at first I was a little creeped out but in the end I ended up buying a CD by The Lumineers and really liked it. So I decided I might actually give this stranger, Patrick, a call today and maybe get to know him better.

"Joanna!" Great… I thought as I heard my mother's strict voice call my name. She refused to call me Jo unlike every other person on this planet. At least my dad was fine with it.

"Yes, mom?" I walked out of my room and leaned over the barrier of the stairs to find my mom and dad dressed in their suits with two small grey suitcases on the floor.

"We're leaving now."

"Already? We only just moved in and you're already going on another business trip. When will you be back?"

"Three or four days, I'll give you a call when I know. We've got a plane to catch, bye sweetie."

"Bye guys." I replied giving them both a brief hug and a peck on the cheek.

I didn't mind them leaving, they were gone most of the time anyway and I was pretty much used to it by now. Usually I ended up sleeping over at my friends' or having someone stay at mine but I was new to this town and only met one person which I barely knew. I waved to them as they pulled out of the driveway and slowly watched the boring grey car disappear from my sight. I walked back into the house walked up to my room. Picking up my mobile phone I dialled the number which I noted down from my hand the day before.

Ring, ring.

Ring, ring.

Ring-

"Hello?"

"Hi, it's Jo. From the music store yesterday." I said hoping he remembered who I am.

"Jo! Hey, how are you?"

"I'm good, just wondering, are you busy right now?"

"Nahh, I'm not doing much, why?"

"Do you maybe want to meet up and go for a coffee?" I asked, crossing my fingers.

"Sure, that'd be fun. Where do you want me to meet you? Wait, did you just move here?"

"Umm yeah..." I replied, curious to see what he was getting at.

"Do you want me to show you around town? I can show you all the best places." I could hear the smile and proudness in his voice causing me to laugh.

"That would be perfect, thanks Patrick."

"Alright, I'll pick you up at 3."

After that I gave him my address and we said our goodbyes. Hanging up I dropped my phone on my bed and rushed to my cupboard where my recently unpacked clothes were. Everything else in the house was set up by my parents the day before but I was too tired and fell asleep before I got a chance to look for my pyjamas. Looking through my cupboard I picked out a plain, dark green vest top and some ¾ jeans. I decided to wear this outfit with my leather flip flops I still had from all those trips down to the beach back in Cali. The weather wasn't as hot here but it was still hot enough for flip flops. Once I was dressed I put some make-up on but not too much, I liked it natural, the only time I paid more attention to my make-up was if I was going to any party. Once I was done I went down to the living room and watched some TV waiting for Patrick.

Eventually the clock reached 3 and soon after there was a knock at the door. I switched the TV off, grabbed my bag and pulled my black cardigan on. I opened the wooden door to reveal Patrick's tall frame.

"Hey, Jo. You look nice, ready to go?" His comment brought a quick smile to my face.

"Thank you, yeah let's go." I took out my keys and locked the door to the house before walking after Patrick. He took out some keys and opened the door to an amazing, black car. I walked around the other side and got into the passenger's seat.

"Nice car Patrick. So where are we going first?" He started the engine and we quickly left my new house behind.

"I was thinking we could just ride around town and I can show you where the places worth knowing are and then we can just stop by this great café just outside of town. That sound okay?"

"Sounds fantastic." I said beaming up at him.

We drove around a bit whilst he showed me where the school which I guess I will be attending is, the diner which was a popular place for people our age to hang out, the cinema and some other shops which would be useful to visit for food and clothes. Whilst we drove we talked a bit about ourselves, the usual chat you have when you first meet people and get to know the basic info. After a while we pulled up by a café on the corner of the street. We got out of the car and Patrick led me inside. The café was a medium size but was very cosy. The tables and chairs were all made of dark wood and the walls were painted a light peachy colour. Different paintings and images hung on the walls, including a large copy of the menu which was located where everyone was able to see it. We decided to sit near the back where there were less people and it was a bit more quite.

"What would you like?" He asked leaning on the back of his chair.

"I don't know, I haven't tried anything here yet."

"I'll get you my favourite." He said in an excited tone. He went up to the cashier and ordered two of whatever his favourite was and after he paid for both drinks he came to sit back down. The people working in the café were really quickly because we barely got to say towards before our drinks were brought to us.

"Two large white chocolate macchiatos" the waiter said as he placed the two drinks on our table.

"Thank you" I said taking a sip of my drink. The coffee was better than anything I had in Cali and I've had plenty of different coffee drinks. I loved the foam and the little chocolate scrapings on top.

"Mmm.. this is amazing." I murmured, closing my eyes to take in the pleasurable heat of my coffee.

"I know, my step-sister introduced me to it."

"Step-sister?"

"Yeah my dad married Sam's mom so… yeah." He laughed lightly.

"So what about you? How come your family moved here? Where did you even move from?" he asked, taking a sip of his beverage.

"We moved from California so I guess it was quite a long way. And, we moved because my parents have to go on business trips often but most of the ones they go on are closer to this area." I took a long, slow sip of my macchiato. What I said was true. My parents did go to business trips which were generally closer to Pennsylvania rather than California, but I didn't want to tell Patrick what happened that made them so set on the idea of moving.

"That is a long way, but at least you got to meet the best person ever and got him to show you around town, not many people get that." This made me laugh really hard.

"You know lying won't get you far in life." I said in a joking tone.

"Your words hurt me, Joanna, they truly do." He said faking hurt and dramatically placing his hand over his upper chest. I started to laugh at his expression and he soon joined in. After this I excused myself to go to the ladies' room whilst he finished his coffee. When I came back Patrick was texting someone on his phone. I sat down and waited for him to finish. Once he was done he slipped his phone into the pocket of his jacket and looked up at me.

"Should we go now?" he asked.

"Yeah sure." We left the coffee shop and got into the car once again. On the way back we didn't talk much as we were listening to a CD Patrick said his friend Charlie has given him. Honestly, it had some great songs on there. Finally, we pulled up in my driveway and I opened the door of the car to get out.

"Hey, my friend's having a party next weekend; do you wanna come and meet the rest of the crew?"

"Sure, I'd love to. Thanks for today I had a lot of fun. " I smiled at Patrick one last time before getting out of the car and unlocking my front door. I watched Patrick pull out of the driveway and I gave him a small wave before closing my door and dropping down onto the sofa in the living room.

I was definitely looking forward to that party.