Remember Me

Jennifer Adams, a twenty - two years old journalist, travels to Paris to cover the story of the split of the famous Hollywood couple, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. Adam Sterling, a twenty- five years old journalist, happens to be there at the same time for the same purpose. What happens when two successful journalists fighting over the sake of their jobs, meet each other unexpectedly and then, find themselves in the city of love? Read to know what happens. (The split up is what begins the story in the first place, but it won't be that emphasized on.)


3. A new neighbour

Inserting the keys in the lock, I twisted it, pushing the door of my flat open.

Out of breath from carrying all those grocery bags, I threw my keys on the couch, immediately putting down the bags.

After entering the bedroom, I opened the window for some fresh air, pushing the curtains aside. Just as my top reached halfway up my stomach, I caught a glance of a waving hand.

Needless to say, my cheeks turned tomato red, quickly pulling the top down, with my eyes wide.

Narrowing my eyes at the person waving from the building next to mine, my eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. The irritating, annoying bastard!

Right there, behind the window opposit mine, was the most cocky expression I've ever seen. The smirk on his face only grew wider due to my surprised look. What the heck ?! He's stalking me !

The building were really close to one another, close to the point I didn't miss the wink he sent me.

I gasped, realizing what he meant.

"Hello there, cupcake."

"What are you doing?" I asked, peering my head out the window.

"Enjoying the view." He said, his smirk growing wider, if that was possible. "I gotta say, my new bedroom has the perfect one."

"New bedroom? Are you a stalker or something?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Maaaaaybe." He said, stretching the 'a'. He looked cute, like a child teasing his parents. And, with his dimples showing? My weakness. Kill me, now.

"Seriously? You're creepy." I said, getting my head inside before closing the curtains.

"Oh, come on! Don't be shy, neighbor."

"Shut up!" I called out, hoping he heard it clearly, which he did,chuckling to himself afterwards.

I thanked god he could no longer see the blush that made it's way onto my cheeks. 
I changed out of my work clothes, into a sleeveless shirt with jeans shorts, since it was really hot outside.

I pulled my hair up into a messy bun. I didn't care how it looked, as long as I don't melt from the heat. 
In the kitchen, I organized the groceries, and got what I needed. So, Chinese food with salad it is. 

I sliced the vegetables and put them in a pan on the stove. While waiting, I began preparing the salad. 
I was halfway done when my cellphone rang. I ran towards the bedroom, where my cellphone was located in my purse.

"Hey Jess" I greeted once I picked up the call.

"What's up, Jen?" she asked interested.

"I was preparing dinner, when are you coming?" I asked her, playing with a strand of my hair.

"Maybe in an hour or so, but I gotta tell you something about Rebecca. It can't wait, though."

"Go ahead, then." I told her, getting up to move the curtains aside, it was pretty dark in here.

She started talking about her other friend from work, seems like she had a problem, and asked for help.

I was pacing around the room, listening to what she was saying, until I looked out the window.

I zoned out completely, looking at the sight in front of me. I had yet to know his name, but right now, it didn't matter. His back was facing me, his back muscles contracted as he lifted his shirt up, throwing it on the bed. 
He ran his hand through his hair, in a frustrated way. His jeans hung low on his waist, without a care in the world.

He slowly turned around, unaware of my creepy staring right now, until he was facing me completely.

My lips parted open as I looked at his six-pack, my phone still against my ear. I couldn't help but think I was forgetting something, but I let it slide anyway.

Well, sorry. It's the first time I've seen a six-pack remotely this close. And boy, did I like it.

As my eyes traveled from his stomach, upwards to his broad shoulders, then his face, I wished I was dead.

His smirk was evident on his lips, all trace of frustration suddenly gone. His smirk slowly faded into a frown as he looked at me. He was signaling something with his hands, which I didn't understand.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as I tried to figure out what he was saying.

"Hello, Jen? Are you still there?", My friend's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, Jess."

As I looked in front of me, I noticed he was no longer there.

"Didn't you say you were preparing dinner?"

Oh, my god!

My eyes widened as I jumped up, running towards the living room, until I stopped in my tracks, looking at my kitchen.

My kitchen was on bloody fire!

I threw the phone to the side, not caring what happened to it. I looked at the nearest tool I can use. Unfortunately, I found a towel.

Like the moron I am, I tried putting off the fire with the towel, screaming like a maniac. The towel got on fire, making me flinch in pain, throwing it out of my hands.

To make things worse? It landed right on the pan. Just as I saw my whole life pass right in front of me, I felt a pair of hands lifting me up by the waist, putting me down on the sofa.

Too shocked to comprehend what happened, I sat there, holding my aching hand in the other.

As I looked to the side, my vision was blurry from all the smoke.

I saw a figure waving a Fire extinguisher in the kitchen, until the fire was out. 
I looked down at my lap, breathing heavily. 
Moments later, a hand was placed on my knee. I looked up slowly, to see a shirtless toned body in front of me. As Iooked further up, now in the same eye level, I saw a familiar pair of blue eyes, boring into mine. My breath got caught in my throat as I took in the intensity of the color of his eyes. Now that I looked closer, his eyes were mesmerizing, their color is breathtaking.

My knee was burning from his touch, and unknowingly, I removed the hand holding my injured one, and put it on his.

I winced in pain when air hit my hand, causing it to hurt like hell.

"Cupcake, are you alright?" He asked, concern evident in his voice. 


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