** Hey guys so this is my first story on Wattpad. I want to make something clear; this is NOT an Ed Sheeran fanfic. This is a story inspired off the song Moments that he wrote for One Direction (you can look up the interpretation if you want to..) and this is a work of FICTION about the meaning behind the song. Ed does make an appearence but I changed a few things about him (age , when he started his career,etc) so he would fit in the story better :) Please leave any feedback in the comments section! I hope you guys enjoy!! :):):):):)

Chapter 1:

Beckinsile's Point of View

I take a deep breath and stare in the mirror. It's the first day of my junior year and to say I'm nervous is the understatement of the century. My name is Beckinsile. Before you go make fun of my name, it was my mom's maiden name and it's tradition in my family for daughters to be given a family name. For example, my mom's name is Marie which was my grandmother's maiden name. At least she got a normal name. I'm stuck with Beckinsile. I may be relatively popular but that doesn't stop the whispers from swirling. "Who would name their kid that?" "What kind of name is Beckinsile?" were among my classmates' favorites. I try to ignore them but sometimes their words and constant stares every time the teacher calls my name get to me. I have a few friends and I never try to be "in" with the popular crowd. They've never appealed to me. Also, they're the ones who make fun of my name for sport, so let's just say we're never on great terms.

I'm average height and thin. I have long brown curls and bright green eyes. I have an olive skin tone thanks to Italian ancestry on my dad's side of the family and slender hands similar to my mom's side of the family. Today I've styled my hair in a long braid and put on the new outfit my mom had dragged me around the mall for hours to find. It's a pair of gray jeans and a floral print top. I've paired it with brown ankle boots and my favorite necklace. It was a necklace my mom had given me for Christmas when I was small and it has made a home on my neck since then. It's a little silver fairy that is holding a red flower. The flower represents my birthstone; the garnet.

"Becky, come down for breakfast!" I hear my mother's shrill voice calling from the kitchen.

I take another deep breath and check my reflection once more before racing down the stairs. I slide carefully into the kitchen and kiss my mom on the cheek. She has set out some toast and tea for me while my brothers or the animals as I so loving call them, chow down on pancakes and eggs. Gabriel is seventeen years old but doesn't act a day over five. He's my fraternal twin genetically but my polar opposite in reality. We have the same green eyes and brown hair but that's where the similarities stop. He's known as the "bad boy" around school. He always gets in trouble and never does any work but has still managed to survive until junior year. Most teachers don't even believe we're related. I do all my work and the only reason I get sent to the principal's office is to get rewarded. He makes fun of me for being a goody-two shoes but I like it that way. There will be plenty of time for me to screw up after I graduate university. My other brother is Nate. He just turned fourteen and has already decided to follow in Gabriel's footsteps. I feel bad for that kid but there's nothing my parents or I can do to stop him; Nate worships the ground Gabe walks on. He could've picked Gandhi or Rosa Parks but no, he had to pick Gabe. Nate wears dark wash jeans, leather jackets and acts as if he doesn't have a care in the world. I've even heard him curse a little around the house. "Thanks a lot Gabe," I think every time Nate walks by me with a smirk. I keep praying for the day Nate realizes that trying to be Gabe will get him nowhere in life. I just hope he realizes it before he ends up working at McDonald's.

I sit down and turn my nose up at the boys and their sloppy eating habits. "Would it have been too much to ask that I be one of three girls?" I think to myself as I take a bite of toast. It's still warm like mom just took it out of the toaster. I take a small sip of tea. It burns my throat on the way down but in the best way possible.

"Becks, we're leaving now!" Gabe shouts as he drops his plate in the sink. Nate follows after him and they share a high five.

"You two are so obnoxious." I furrow my brows at them and stand up. "

"You're just jealous Nate didn't take after you." Gabe flashes a self-satisfied smirk in my direction before grabbing his car keys.

"Why couldn't I have sisters?"I mumble before grabbing my olive green messenger bag and following Gabe out to his car.

It's a junkyard convertible and I don't use that term lightly. I mean he literally found it in a junkyard and I'm surprised it actually runs. My brother saw potential in the car though and has made it his life's mission to fix it up. The car only recently became presentable as in Gabe finally found the time to fix the engine and clean up the car. Nate helped him out obviously and they finished fixing the car up last weekend. I still feel like I should be wearing a helmet every time I get in his car, but that may be more because of Gabe's driving skills than the car itself.

I slide into shotgun, much to Nate's dismay. He has a pout playing on his small features and his arms crossed over his chest as he slides into the backseat. I stick my tongue out at him and giggle as I turn back towards the front.

"I helped clean the car; I should get shotgun in the completely clean car." Nate whines which causes me to chuckle more.

"Gabe, tell her to give me the front seat,"

"No can do little bro. Becks would get mad and there is nothing worse than a mad woman."

"But Gabe, why can't I have shotgun? I spent my whole Saturday cleaning the car. All Beckinsile did was yap into her phone and go to the mall with her stupid friends." I know I'm in trouble since he used my full name.

"Well he does have a point, Becks." Gabe chuckles as he turns into the middle school's parking lot. Nate sticks his tongue out at me again as he grabs his bag.

"I get shotgun on the way home, right Gabe?" I could've sworn I saw Nate give Gabe the puppy dog eyes. Gabe turns to me and gives me a "what do you say" look. I respond with a hard look of my own. He sighs and turns back to Nate.

"Becks would love to give up her seat to you." Nate's eyes light up as Gabe ruffles his hair.

"Thanks, Gabe." Nate has a grin on his face as he leaves the car.

"I win yet again, sister dear." Nate smirks as I roll my eyes and stick out my tongue at him. He high fives Gabe and walks up to the front doors of Mason Middle School. Once Nate is inside,Gabe turns on the radio and changes to the heavy metal station.

"How could you?" I stare at him incredulously.

"How could I what?" Gabe smirks at me with no attempt to play innocent.

"I can't believe you would betray me like that."

"Like what, Becks?"

"You gave up my seat to the puppy dog eyes. I thought you were tougher than that. I guess big 'ole Gabe isn't as tough as he used to be." I swat him on the arm and change the radio station. My favorite boy band anthem starts playing and as if on cue I start screaming the words at the top of my lungs. Gabe groans and turns to face me.

"Is this what I get for giving up your seat?"

"Yes, it is and I can make it a whole lot worse. Would you like me to play it on my phone, from the beginning at top volume?"

"No, please don't; my ears have been put through enough pain. You can have your stupid seat back. I'll tell Nate that if you don't get shotgun you'll play that awful song on loop. He'll never want to sit up front again." Gabe lets out a deep breath and shuts off the radio.

"Thanks, but I'm going home with a friend today." I fling the door open and step out, leaving Gabe with an exasperated look on his face. I bite my lip to keep from laughing as he gets out and shuts the door.

"You put me through all that hell to tell me that you're not even riding in my car today?"

"Yep, but that threat still stands until I get my own car." I hike my bag up and start walking towards the front doors of the school.

The minute I walk through the doors I can barely hear myself think. People are hugging and comparing summers as if it's been years instead of three months. I roll my eyes and pull out my schedule. I have math first period.

"Wow, I get to do pre-calculus with Mr. Meyer at seven thirty in the morning. This should be a fun experiment." I sigh and walk upstairs to find my math classroom. It's all the way at the other end of the hallway. I groan and walk briskly towards Mr. Meyer's classroom, or my own doom. Honestly, pre-calc this early in the morning could be the death of me.

I walk into the classroom and find that I'm one of three people in the room at the moment. I pick a desk towards the front and take a seat. I can hear the boy in front of me banging his pencil against his desk. It's one of my biggest pet peeves. I can not focus with repetitive noises going on. I can focus with music but not with stupid little noises. Also, I just find it extremely obnoxious. I'm about to tap on his shoulder when a pair of strong hands cover my eyes.

"Guess who?" The voice is high pitched but even I can tell it's a guy.

"Does his name start with an E and rhyme with dead?" I ponder out loud. I can feel the person roll their eyes as they remove their hands from my face.

"I don't appreciate the last part, Becks." I cringe at the sound of my nickname.

Most people, my brothers included, thought Beckinsile was a mouthful to say so they resorted to calling me Becky or Becks. My best friend Ed was no exception. I had met him back in eighth grade and we've been inseparable ever since. He has flaming orange hair and blue-green eyes. He's hilarious and loves to mess with me; it's almost like having another brother except I actually enjoy being around this one.

"So, did you have a good summer?" I groan at Ed's question.

"What? It's a simple question."

"I know; I just hate that question. You've texted me all summer and you know that I spent most of my summer with you and Fiona."

"Oh, right you were the third wheel; I remember now." Ed snaps his fingers for emphasis. So, I punch him lightly in the arm.

"Oh, please. If anyone was the third wheel it would be you. You were the guy who tagged along to the spa, and clothes shopping at the mall. I also believe you were there through each and every chick flick we decided to watch. Gosh, Ed you really need a guy friend. We might make you go soft." I place my hand over my heart in mock horror.

"Very funny, Becky." He sneers.

He knows I hate being called Becky. I only let my mom call me that because it would be beyond awkward if she called me Becks. That was Gabe, Nate, Ed and Fiona's thing. I let no one else call me that and the full name only comes when I'm in trouble, if someone wants to annoy me or from adults.

Fiona slips into the seat on the other side of me. I had met her last school year when she moved here from Russia. She has long platinum blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She's tall, thin and has the best fashion sense. I loved being her friend and Ed quickly accepted her. She became part of our group almost instantly. Today she's wearing a navy blue dress and a pair of red flats. She has curled her usually straight hair and is sporting a pair of bright red lips.

"Hey guys," Fiona still has a bit of an accent but it's more understandable now than it had been last year.

"Hey Fi, we were just discussing how much Ed loved all the chick flicks we watched over the summer."

"Oh my gosh; weren't they amazing? I think I even saw Ed tear up during Marley and Me." Fiona laughs at the memory of Ed trying to contain his tears during Marley and me.

We started laughing at him through our tears after the movie ended and I hit him with a pillow which spawned a full-on pillow fight. We all had to stop after fifteen minutes to catch our breaths and stop laughing. Gabe then decided to come down stairs so naturally I hit him with a pillow. He responded by picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. I pounded on him to put me down but my movements didn't faze him. He proceeded to carry me upstairs and drop me on the L-shaped couch in the living room. Gabe then decided it would be a good idea to sit on me. I could hear Fiona and Ed cracking up in the doorway to the living room.

"I swear when he gets off of me, I will slap you both so hard." I was squirming underneath Gabe's weight but it was as if he didn't move an inch.

"Swearing isn't nice," Gabe had said through chuckles.

"You're one to talk," I scrunched up my nose at him.

"Maybe if you asked nicely, I'd get off of you, Becky." Gabe had one of those sly grins playing on his face.

"Fine; get the hell off of me, Gabriel." I knew he hated when I used his full name on him; almost as much as I hated hearing my full name.

"That wasn't very nice, Beckinsile."

"Oh no, he did not just pull the full name card on her." I heard Ed say with a smirk.

I have clenched my fists with all the strength I had in me, hoping to prevent myself from punching Gabe square in the neck.

"Fine, Becky; I'll get off of you but on one condition."

"What?" I said cringing.

"You have to clean mine and Nate's rooms for the next week." I swear that sentence knocked the breath out of me.

The boys have some of the messiest and most disgusting rooms in the history of the world. I could not and would not clean their rooms. However, I had cleaned their rooms that entire week and their rooms were just as disgusting, if not more disgusting than they had ever been. Those animals have no idea how to clean up after themselves.

I still cringe at the memories of their rooms. I shake my head slightly and come back to reality as the teacher begins to call roll. There are at least thirty people in the class and my last name is at the end of the alphabet so I have some time to kill. I examine my notebook as the teacher calls out some names.

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"Ed Sheeran," I knew my name was coming up soon after Ed's was called.

I prepare myself for the inevitable stares and hushed comments that would ensue.

"Beckinsile Williams,"

"Here," I say in a clear, even tone.

I can hear my classmates' comments especially from the back where all the populars are sitting. I want to turn around and say something snarky about how unbelievable it is that they actually made it into pre-calc but I hold my tongue. They aren't worth it. The boy in front of me, the one with the obnoxious pencil habit, is snickering silently too. He, on the other hand, is one person I think I should stand up to. I kick the back of his seat lightly and when he turns around, I just smile sweetly. The boy looks familiar but I push that to the back of my mind as he rolls his blue-gray eyes at me and then turns back to face Mr. Meyer. Ed holds his hand out and I high-five it. Nobody makes fun of my name and gets away without a little payback.

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I gave Mr. Meyer my mostly undivided attention for the rest of the class. I discovered about halfway through that he has a monotone voice which adds to the boringness of his lecture. The first day is always the most boring, or so I'm told. It's full of syllabus lectures and the "what we will be learning this year" lectures. I've also found that "getting to know you" conversations are extremely popular among teachers. The only good thing to come out of the first day in my opinion is the fact that you don't get a lot of homework because you've learned nothing.

I tune back into Mr. Meyer's lecture unwillingly just as he tells us we will have a pre-test on Friday. There's a collective groan emitted from our class which causes him to grin just a little. The bell rings a few minutes later and we collect our things. Mr. Meyer hands out a pacing guide and supply list to all of us before we leave.

"Oh, how I love the name Beckinsile." I hear a blonde popular drawl from behind me.

She's wearing a slutty dress that leaves very little to the imagination and a pair of high heels. She has an equally dumb looking boy holding her hand.

"Thank you so much! It was a family name," I say with mock enthusiasm.

"I didn't mean it." She giggles and sneers at me.

"I know that; it's as obvious as your hair extensions and spray tan." This comment makes her mouth go into the shape of an O.

Feeling satisfied, I walk away with Ed and Fiona following me.

"Becks, that was amazing," Fiona high-fives me and I pull her into a hug. Ed comes to join us and we just stand there laughing in the middle of the hallway.

"What do you guys have now?" I say as we pull away from each other's embrace.

"Science," They both groan at the same time.

I look at my schedule only to find that I have gym next period. We part ways and I, feeling a little upset at being separated from them, walk slowly towards the gym.