Nothing really matters to me.

Chapter two

When Freddie arrived at the hospital with Jenny he was immediately rushed to the X-ray wing, as he had broken his arm. The doctors swiftly put a cast on his arm and told him he had to wear a sling until it healed. They also gave him some cream to stop the stinging around the cuts and bruises. When he was discharged, he made his way to Jenny in the waiting room. When she saw the cast she rushed over and asked him what was wrong.

"It's nothing darling, don't worry about me."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

Freddie gave her his phone number.

"Why?" Jenny asked.

"It felt right."

"Alright. Well I better get back to my apartment. See you around Freddie."

"Bye!" He shouted as she left.

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When Jenny got back to her apartment, after getting a taxi, she noticed a small note on the door. 

"Shit..." She whispered.

It was an eviction notice. It told her collect her things and leave within the day. She entered her apartment to find her usually neat and tidy apartment covered in pillow stuffing. Clothes were strewn across the floor and her cat, saphire, unique spelling, was sitting in the middle of it, looking rather sheepish. Saphire was a jet black cat with greenish yellow eyes. She was usually good, maybe she was worried as her owner had been away for so long. Jenny gathered her things in a tiny suitcase, for she didn't own much, and put saffy, her cats nickname, into her carrier. 

After wondering around London, she decided to sleep on a bench for the night. She found a nice spot under a tree, hidden from view, and lay down. Finally, after pondering what she was going to do, she decided to go to Kensington market in the morning with what little money she had to buy some more clothes. She only had two pairs of jeans and five T-shirts, which, when you don't have a washing machine anymore, wasn't going to be enough. She closed her eyes and fell into a restless sleep.