My best friend [completed]

Epilogue

Epilogue

6 years later

Jess POV

"How could you do this?" I screamed with tears streaming from my face. "I'm sorry baby" my boyfriend, Chris, said putting his hand on my leg. "Don't fucking touch me" I yelled jumping up from the couch. "She meant nothing I promise" Chris said. "Whatever. Can you answer a question for me?" I asked. "Of course" he said. "How many times?" I asked. "What do you mean?" He asked. "Is that what you were doing every time you told me you had to stay another night?" I asked. "That doesn't matter" Chris said. "Just fucking tell me!" I yelled. "Yes" he sighed. "I knew it! I knew something was going on!" I yelled leaving the room. I walked into our bedroom and started shoving my stuff into suitcases. "Jess what are you doing?" Chris asked from the door. "I leaving" I said. "We can work this out baby" Chris said. "Maybe we can but not right now. I'll see you when I get back from New York" I said.

It's been six years since I moved to LA. I'm 22 now and I work as a makeup artist for movies. I live in a house in Calabasas with Chris and my daughter Scarlett. Chris and I have been dating for about three years now. I bet you're wondering what happened between me and Paul. Well he broke up with me about four years ago. We tried so hard to keep it going at first but eventually the calls went from three times a week to three times a month and now I only ever hear from him on my birthday and Christmas. It was really hard at first. I fell into pretty deep depression and didn't really talk to my friends for months. Now as far as I know he has a new girlfriend. Paul is Scarlett's real dad, she know that Chris isn't her dad but she doesn't mind. I never told Paul about her because I didn't want him to feel obligated to uproot his life and come here to help. Scarlett's the most beautiful little girl though. She looks exactly like Paul but with my hair.

I walked into Scarlett's room and packed some stuff for her. I put our bags in the car and drove away. I wiped up the tears from my eyes and walked into Scarlett's school and waited for the bell to ring. When the bell rang I saw Scarlett come running out. "Mommy!" She yelled. "Hey baby" I said picking her up. I hugged her tightly and then put her back down. We walked to the car hand in hand. "Guess where we're going" I said as I buckled Scarlett into her seat. "Where?" She asked. "New York" I said. "Yay!" She exclaimed clapping her hands together. "We're going straight from here" I said. We chatted while I drove to the airport and then soon enough we were on the plane.

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The next day we got up and got ready to go the movie set. I checked with the producers and they said that it would be fine for Scarlett to come as long as she stayed out of the way. When we got to the set we were quickly ushered into the makeup department and I got to work straight away. It took me about half an hour to get it right before I moved on to the next person. "How long have you been doing makeup for?" The actress asked. "Three years. How long have you been acting?" I asked. "Not long. This is my first movie" she said. "Cool. Are you excited?" I asked. "Yeah. I'm a bit nervous though" she said. "Why?" I asked. "I'm worried that I'm going to forget my lines or something" she said. "Oh, we'll I'm sure you'll be fine" I said. "Thanks. Have you seen the main guy actor?" She asked. "No. Why?" I asked. "He's hot" she said smiling. I laughed and continued to do her makeup.

I did seven other people after her and then went to the main makeup person. "Jess, can you go do the guy at the end?" She said. "Sure" I replied. "Mommy can I get something from the vending machine?" Scarlett asked. "Sure sweetie. Don't talk to strangers and come straight back here" I said giving her some money. She nodded and ran off in the direction of the vending machine. I walked to the end of the row and started to unpack the stuff I would be using. "Hi. I'm Jess, I'm doing your ma-" I said stopping mid sentence as I looked up. "Hey Jess" Paul smiled. "Hi Paul" I said. I couldn't help but notice the butterflies in my stomach as I looked at him.