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Ten.
He needs to find her. She's everything to him. Her looks, her personality, her laugh– he loves everything about her. He's got to find her.
Nine.
There are thousands of people in Times Square, New York. Thousands– but he can't lose hope. Because she is everything to him.
Eight.
He frantically pushes through the crowds of people. Lights are blaring, some are screaming, some are counting down. Strangers are grabbing at him to be their new years kiss but he brushes them off– the only one he wants to kiss is her.
Seven.
He thinks he can see her, but isn't sure. Her ponytail, topped with a red scrunchie, is hard to see because of her height– but he'll take the chance.
Six.
People are more frantic now– he shoves and he kicks out and he uses his tall frame to get closer to her. The couples already wrapped up in each others arms don't make it any easier.
Five.
He's not sure if it's her. He can't see properly, theres too much going on. A group of guys are blocking his vision– they're too tall, but he has to take the chance.
Four.
With newfound energy, he pushes through the crowd, barrelling over a few people. He shouted out apologies but over everyone screaming out stupid numbers, he's not sure they heard him.
Three.
It's her. It's her it's her it's her– and she hasn't seen him. Her arms are wrapped around herself as if she's cold, eyes sad. He thinks there are tears there. She's watching the numbers change on the big screen, seemingly oblivious to the chaos around her.
Two.
He screams out her name repeatedly. "Mackenzie!" He yells. "Mackenzie!" Her head turns, but away from him. He yells out her name again another time. She finally sees him, and her eyes widen in shock. Her mouth drops open.
One.
Amidst the chaos, he reaches her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pushing his lips onto her own.
She shoves him away, hard, and he stumbles back in surprise.
"You fucking prick, Ashton!" He can hear her say his name clearly even over the din around them. "I hate you! I broke up with you for a reason!"
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Ten.
I need to find her. She's everything to me. Her looks, her personality, her laugh– I love everything about her. I've got to find her.
Nine.
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miscellaneous • jenzie
FanfictionMackenzie Ziegler. Brown haired, Brown eyed. Short, smart, and curvy. Johnny Orlando. Tall, dark, handsome. A green eyed, brown haired hunk. Fights. Makeouts. Deep, meaningful songs. Failed dates. Romantic kisses. Confessions; any of them. Giggles...
