tw: alcohol, swearing
BLAKE'S POV:
My car pulls up in the garage of my new house. It's in the fancier side of town, even though my family is nowhere near fancy. I think this is Georgia, my dad's ex wife's way of getting us out of her house. I don't mind though, Alysha said that apparently some famous people live in this neighbourhood. Hopefully, it's someone good and not some old actor only my father knows. I see my dad glaring at me from outside the car so I climb out and open the trunk. There's only a few boxes and bags in the back, as the rest are in the moving van. I put on a bag on my back and another resting on my arm while taking a box to give to my dad.
I turn around and just to realise he's walked off, great. I just roll my eyes and carry the boxes up to my dad's room and drop the bags into mine. As I walk downstairs, I see my dad sprawled across the couch, beer in hand. He looks over to me and says drunkenly "There's my girl!" Something in me feels disgusted by that but I just ignore it and go out to get more boxes. I'm not going to annoy him when he's calm, I know better than that.
After a few trips, the moving van turns up. I shout to Dad, "Dad, come help me, the van's here!" I get no response so I just decide not to waste anymore time and pick up a few boxes labelled 'kitchen' and carry them inside. "Dad, the moving van's here." I say, poking my head through the door. "I heard you the first time, doll" he says back to me not making an single attempt to help me. I'm used to it by now but it still hurts. I rush back out of the door, there's no time to be sulking over my daddy issues.
I finally get far enough back into the van to pick up the boxes filled with my things. There's only a few but I don't might that, it just means I can take them up in one trip. I start walking back to the house and get distracted looking at all the houses. They all look so posh, I feel so out of place here. I find myself walking in circles looking at the sky in this neighbourhood, until I walk into something, or someone.
"Shit!" I land on the ground, dropping the boxes in the process.
??? 'S POV:
Me and my boyfriend Colin are sitting in our lounge, when I hear a loud noise outside, I rush to the window to see a run-down, battered car parking in the garage of the empty house. I can see a man who looks very drunk and angry, and a young girl, who looks around 14.
I watch her make a few more trips with the boxes until I decide to go outside and talk to her. Her father hasn't come out once, he could just be putting everything away. I hope at least, he can't leave a young girl to move a whole house in.
"I'm just going to talk to the girl across the street!" I shout to my Colin, before opening the door and leaving. As I walk outside, I see the girl looking at the sky and spinning in circles, she looks so sweet and innocent.
I start walking over to her, just as she also starts walking, still looking at the sky. Neither of us realise until we bump into each other. "Shit!" She shouts, as she lands on the floor, dropping the boxes in the process.
"I'm so sorry!" I quickly apologise to her, while helping her up and scooping up some of the stuff which fell out of the boxes. I notice she has a lot of black widow merch and smirk to myself, if only she knew. "It's fine, it's my fault, I wasn't looking where I was going." She replies, avoiding eye contact. I ask her, softly. "It's fine, sweetie, what's your name?" She looks up at me and freezes slightly before saying hesitantly, "Blake." She definitely recognises me.
BLAKE'S POV:
"It's fine, sweetie, what's your name?" The woman asks me, softly. I look up at her and freeze as I realise, THE WOMAN IS FUCKING SCARLETT JOHANSSON! My face has 100% gone bright red and I can't seem to get any words out. I eventually manage to get out some words, "Y/N."
She smirks at me, "I'm Scarlett, but by the look on your face, I'm guessing you already knew that." My face goes even brighter, if that's even possible. She cuts herself off and carries on helping me pick up the things that spilt, "Don't worry about it, sweetheart, it's not the first time anything like that's happened." I smile at her, my face still blushing. "So you like marvel?" She says, smirking.
I go red, once again, and reply quietly, "Yeah." Scarlett smiles at me again, "So, who's your favourite?" I open the box and gesture to all the black widow merch and laugh, "What do you think?". "I think that's a good choice." She smiles, as she puts her hand in the box and pulls out my pen and one of my (many) posters. She signs the poster and pass it back to me, my face definitely shows how shocked I am, but it's been a long day and I'm too tired to hide it.
"Thank you, you really didn't have to do that" I say, quickly. Scarlett gives me a small smile, "It's no problem, sweetheart." She goes to continue but gets interrupted by my dad's drunken shouting, "Blake Roberts! Get your ass inside, it's been ages since the fucking moving van left!" I turn around to Scarlett embarrassed, "I'm sorry about him, but I have to go, bye."
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|Across The Street|
FanfictionBlake Roberts has recently moved with her dad into a new neighbourhood. She learns that Scarlett Johansson is one of her neighbours, but will she tell her what her life is at home???
