(This chapter will mostly be either in italics or in bold; texts from them will be in italics and texts from me will be in bold)

Babe<3: McKenzie please. Please text me back.

Me: why? You broke my heart. Why on earth would you do that to me?!

Babe<3: because.... Because.... Because I was stupid. I'm so, so sorry.

Me: sorry doesn't cut it. I was crying for days. Days! And now you want to make like nothing happened. I loved you. I really did.

Babe<3: yea, I still do. Like I said, I was stupid and arrogant.

Me: you were? So why did you decide to text me now?

Babe<3: because I love you and I want us back. You can't say that you don't feel the same.

Me: and if I do?

Babe<3: then tell me.

Me: baby, if I told you, my heart would break my heart again.

Babe<3: you called me baby

Me: there's your confession

Babe<3: then come home.

Me: I can't. I have work.

Babe<3: quit then. Come home and be mine again.

Me: and watch you break my heart again?

Babe<3: no. Watch me love you again.

Me: and if you break my heart again?

Babe<3: then you and I will never see each other again unless its professionally.

Me: you're lucky I still love you, meatball.

Babe<3: yea, I know.

I pack my bag, and call my friend.

"Let me guess. Chris wants you back and you're going for it." She says when she picks up.

"Uh huh. Please?" She sighs.

"Fine. But you owe me."

"Free concert tickets?" I laugh.

"Yea, free concert tickets." She laughs, and hangs up. I get my stuff together and do a final run through of the apartment, when my phone rings.

New Text Message: Ellena

She got it done. I lock the apartment, return the keys, and walk out.

As I get into the airport, everyone stares, as if they knew it was me again. I nod, and check in, go through security, and get on the plane.

I pull out my phone, and text everyone: I'm coming home.

I get on Twitter and post:

Coming home! I am sorry for disappearing. Love you guys

I close my phone and close my eyes, not even caring who sat next to me.

Later

I open my eyes to see the plane landing. I yawn, and look outside, when I feel a nudge. I look, and a creepy dude grins.

"Sorry, ma'am. Didn't mean ta get cha." I nod, and look outside again. "You're tha Miss McKenzie ain't cha?" I nod again. He stays quiet, and then the plane lands, and everyone gets up.

Going through baggage claim and leaving had been a hassle, seeming as paparazzi and fans were screaming.

Gracious me.

I get in a cab and open my messages.

Babe<3: rented our apartment again. Come home.

Me: you're really laying it on think ain't cha pretty boy?

Babe<3: maybe. Hate me?

Me: no. Just. Uh. Never mind.

Babe<3: no tell me.

Me: nnnoooo you can't make me

Babe<3: come here and let's see

Me: no. I don't wanna.

Mom: decided to be an adult and come back?

Me: ohh, I'm sorry, am I troubling you with my actions?

Mom: yes. You acted like a toddler. Are you happy about making yourself look like an idiot in public?

Babe<3: baby, you're going to come... Home... Right?

Me to Mom: You know what. Go away. Leave me alone. You're fired.

Me to Babe<3: yes babe. I'm coming home. You better be in bed, Netflix and popcorn ready. I'm slumming it today. Just fired Nightmare Mom.

I sigh and wait for the cab to stop before getting out with my suitcases.

"Kenz!" Chris wraps me up in a hug as the cab pulls away. He pulls me inside with my bags in the other hand.

I smile as he closes the door behind me, and kisses me.

"I'm so so sorry." He whispers before he kisses me again.

"Prove it. I was told Netflix was going to be ready?" He grins.

"Milady is ready?" I nod. He pulls me into my old bedroom and drops my bags in the corner before pulling me onto the bed and wrapping his arms around me.

He plays 2 Broke Girls and gets up to get popcorn.

We lay there until it gets dark, and then Chris gets his shower. I change into a tank top and his athletic shorts and crawl back into bed. He comes out just as I fall asleep.

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Author's Note

Sorry, it's a filler chapter and it's short. I'm so so sorry.

Hope it's enough to tide you over. This is harder to write than I thought. Dang.

Okay.