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Fergal Devitt was walking up the stairs of his apartment building carrying a bag of take-out heading to his place. He chose to live in an apartment in New York. He liked being near the city for the convenience and for the excitement. He figured if he was going to stay here, he might as well stay in the most exciting place he could think of. Many people wondered with as much money as he was making in the WWE why he chose to rent an apartment rather than buying a nice house. But he figured, he was in a car or a plane more than his own living room. So he wanted something that he could easily change if need be. And truth be told, he wasn't sure if he even wanted to stay in this country whenever his contract ran out. His whole family and childhood friends were back over in Ireland. Sure he had made friends here, and he loved most of his co-workers, but they're not family. He missed getting to talk to his parents a lot. The time change and his travel schedule made it difficult to call sometimes. He was also very close to his younger sister growing up and now being in another country was a little sad for him. She was out there now making her career and getting married, and doing a lot of new and exciting things and he wasn't able to be by her side for it. An apartment was just fine for him.

He reached his floor and kicked the door next to his apartment. "Amanda. Food's here." He said through the door, then went to unlock his door.

He stepped inside leaving the door open and put the bag down on the coffee table he had in front of his couch. He took off his jacket as a young woman entered the apartment and made her way over to the couch. She was dressed in black yoga pants and a grey sweatshirt with her long hair down. He looked over and smiled.

"Well, so nice of you to dress up for me." He laughed while hanging up his leather jacket.

She returned the smile. "Only the best for you!"

Fergal met Amanda the week he moved in. She lived by herself next door and had been in that building for a few years now. She was very strong willed in the fact she wanted to make it on her own. She didn't want to have roommates or live with anyone else. She wanted to do her own thing.

They met when she was standing in his doorway as he was moving some boxes around in the living area. She had asked him if he needed any help. He politely declined saying he was fine. Which she retorted saying "Thank God, because I really didn't feel like actually doing anything. But I thought it'd be pretty rude of me to stand here and say nothing." From that moment on, he just had a feeling they were going to be friends. She knew a little bit of who he was when he moved in, but she never let that effect how she acted towards him, which was something that he liked. THat was his one worry about being in an apartment building, living next to someone who knew who he was and wouldn't leave him alone. She treated him just like he was anyone else.

"So what did you get?" She asked peeking into the bag.

"Mexican." He replied sitting down next to her.

"Mexican WHere'd you find a good mexican place around here?" She asked surprised.

"I never said it was around here. The chinese place was closed. And I refused to go get italian when we could just make spaghetti here. So that was the next choice." He explained. "Besides, we almost never have that."

"I guess that makes sense. What did you end up with?"

"Quesadillas and burritos with some ride."

"So glad we're doing this at your place so we don't smell up mine." She said taking out a burrito causing him to laugh.

They had really become good friends and tried to get together at least once or twice a month for dinner when he was home. Sometime his days off consisted of errands and laundry or trying to catch up with his family, so he wasn't always there when he was home. She usually worked night shift too, so she was usually around during the day whenever he was free. It was very rare she wouldn't be home or have a plan that could easily be changed. Whenever she was home she was usually working on some kind of fashion. Sketching or sewing. It was easy for her to put that aside for a few hours.

So, what did you think of Amber?" He asked as he sat back with a quesadilla.

"I didn't like her." She replied taking a bite of the burrito.

"You were only with her for like twenty minutes. How do you know you don't like her?"

"Well then why did you ask?" She asked him, making a good point. He was thinking of something he could say to answer that, but he couldn't. "It's called a first impression Devitt."

"I didn't get a bad feeling when I met her."

"You don't get a bad feeling about serial killers out on the street."

Last time they had been together, he had brought a girl over that he had been seeing to meet her. They hung out for a little bit before he and his date had gone out to dinner. He always liked to talk to Amanda about, well just about everything and get her opinion. She was very blunt and honest. It was another quality he liked about her. He didn't have to worry about her telling him what he wanted to hear. She'd tell him how it was, even if he ended up not liking it.

"I just didn't like her. She seemed kind of like a gold digger."

"How so?"

"I can't exactly tell you. She just did. Girls can just pinpoint these things on other girls."

"You're making that up."

"It's like women's intuition. We can spot one a mile away."

"Maybe you're just jealous." He smiled.

She thought for a minute. "Nope. I'm good."

"Aw come on! You know you love me!"

"Of course I do. But that does not mean I want to date you. You already buy me mexican food, what do I need to date you for?"

He laughed and playfully pushed her as she smiled.

"So do you have anyone for me to meet?" He asked as he was eating the ride.

"Nope."

"Still in a rut?"

"I didn't say that. I just said I didn't want you to meet anyone."

"Ouch." He said holding his hand over his chest.

"We both know what would happen if I brought someone over for you to meet them. You'd interrogate them until they got to the point of being very uncomfortable and wanting to leave. Then just for good measure you'd threaten them and they'd never come back."

"Would not."

She glared over at him.

"Okay, maybe just a little bit. But if he can't survive that and come back then he isn't the right one!"

She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Exactly. You know I'm right." He smiled. "So what are we doing tonight?"

"Well, you can model the dress I was just working on. Or we could rent the new Jurassic Park movie because it's on there now."

"I think I'll pick the movie." He replied.

"Aw, come on Fergie! You'd look so cute in the dress! It had flowers on it!"

"Do not call me that. You know I hate it."

"Well duh Devitt that's why I do it."

"Tell me why I put up with you again?"

"Because you love me! And I get your mail for you."

"That's right, the mail. And maybe that other thing you said. But mostly the mail."

She smiled. "I'll be right back." She jumped up off the couch excited and ran towards his door.

"Where are you going?"

"Popcorn!" She answered as she ran out of his apartment and to hers.

"We just ate!"

"Yeah, but how can we enjoy the dinosaurs without it?" She asked reappearing in the doorway?

"Okay yeah, that makes sense."

She tossed the bag to him to go and microwave while she jumped back onto the couch and pulled a blanket up over her legs. She reached into her pocket and grabbed a five dollar bill and threw it down onto the coffee table.

"Here's for the movie."

"Nah, I got it." He said as he grabbed a bowl for the popcorn.

"You got dinner. I got this." She said as she searched for it on the TV.

He smiled looking over at him. This is the kind of friendship he needed here. Someone that liked him for him, someone he didn't work it. Of course they liked him for him, but they dealt with the same things as him. He needed someone from the outside. If he ever did go back home, he would definitely miss their movie nights.