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I. Breakups, Meetups, and Moves

Try - Colbie Callait (For those girls who think they need to be dolled up to be liked. We all love you for who you are, not for what you look like.)

"Henry! Henry, please, just leave!" I cry, trying not to fall apart.

"Mac." I yell.

"Go. Away." I say again, with more authority.

"McKenzie. Listen-" I laugh.

"I listened to you have sex with her, I can guarantee you that." I throw his suitcase at him. "And I thought you were good. But now I know that you just used me for money and sex. That's all I was good for, eh?" I throw his shoes at him.

"McKenzie." I laugh.

"You think you have that right still?! Not a fat chance you no life, man whoring son of a f***ing bitch! Get out of my apartment!" I scream, and he leaves, leaving me to my tears.

Two hours later, I'm dolled up in a white spaghetti strap knee length dress that has a floral bottom, black heels with gold buttons on the side and my red hair braided and wrapped around my head, curled, with a flower headpiece. I grab my beige handbag, lock my apartment door and head out. I meet my best friend Scarlett Johansson at a bar in New York and sit down.

"You, have looked better." She says, and gives me her glass. I chug it, and set it down, while she calls the bartender and asks for two more.

"I've felt better." I mutter.

"Henry?" I nod. She pats my back.

"I told you he was bad news. He looked horrible when you first brought him home." I nod again, and she sighs.

"Tell me."

"He had sex with a blonde bitch. In my bed. While I was out filming with you." She growls.

"We both need to go out. Come on, I know a guy who can-" I shake my head.

"Nah, you go ahead. I'm just going to go look for another apartment. One that has not been tainted by that asshole." She laughs.

"And knowing you, you probably said so much worse to him." I hold up my glass, and she does the same.

"I'll drink to that." And chug it down.

*Timeskip to the next day*

I wake up with a slight hangover, but I take an Advil and it goes away, leaving me to my task of finding an apartment I can afford in or around NYC. Thankfully, I find one in Brooklyn, which isn't too far from where I live now.

I look in a mirror and gasp. I look like crap. I grab my brush, and fix it, so it looks normal. I pin it back in a high ponytail, and put on a long sleeve PINK shirt and black leggings and my boots.

I get out of my apartment, pay my rent, tell them I'm leaving, do the paperwork involved, and start packing my things. I finish my living room and kitchen within an hour, and all that's left is my bedroom. A knock comes to my door, and I open it.

"Are you McKenzie Alister?" A handsome guy asks.

"This is she." I answer, skeptical.

"I'm Chris Evans, Scarlett wanted me to meet you." I shake his hand, and notice the size difference.

"Hi. She didn't say she was sending anyone over." I pull out my iPhone and notice the text.

Scarlett: Hey, Chris wants to meet you so I gave him your address. Text me your new address when you can. Xx

Ohh, I'm so going to kill her.

"Sorry. I must not have heard my phone go off. I'm kind of in the process of moving. Uh, come on in." I close the door after him, and step around my boxes.

"Do you want some help?" I laugh.

"That would be so helpful. I really need it." He laughs and follows me.

"So where are you moving too?" He asks, as I hand him my extra bed sheets.

"Brooklyn. It's about thirty minutes away from here." I say, sighing. "But I don't have enough money to cover my security deposit. I gave the rest of it to the apartment building here for rent." He nods.

"Let's get you packed up and I'll help you move." I give him a look, but do as he says, and it takes me thirty minutes to clean out my bathroom and bedroom and load my boxes into my blue Ford F150, and drive.

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AN

Hey guys, so I said I would be thinking of things to write, and I did. My favorite actor.

'There is a million of these fan fictions here, why is yours going to stand out?' You may be asking yourselves. Well, to be honest, I have no freaking idea, but all I have to do is try.

Later gators

😘 - Writes

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