The Shadows of Memory Lane (Book 2) [Gxg]

Chapter 6

When we pulled back (nope, you ain't getting a description of the kiss... HA HA HA... in your face)  Jimena looked at my eyes before she kissed my cheek. She then said, "Well that was.... ummm...."

I bit my lip nervously... I've been told that I was good kisser, and personally I kind of liked the kiss we shared. It was simple.

"I don't know... Amazing? Wonderful?"

"Ineffable."

She smiled, "Exactly."

"Jimena.... would you like to go out on a date with me?"

She looked at me in surprise, "Are you serious?"

"No I'm totally joking," I said, sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

She blushed, "I would love to!"

My turn to blush.

"Great! Tomorrow? Tomorrow night. I'll pick you up at 6 in the evening."

"Perfect."

She gave me an illecebrous smile. I swung my arm over her shoulder and we walked into the darkness in front of us, occasionally being lit up by the scarce streetlights that lined the road. As we walked we kept up a light conversation, which she seemed to be amazing at. We laughed, smiled and looked at each other from time to time. We shared thousands of moments that I realized would evolve into memories, that night. As we walked along the lonely road, with only each other to keep us company and with only our voices and heartbeats to disrupt the silence, I realized that she was more than someone who just helped me forget. She was someone who'd come into my life to add on new incidents, that would add on to my memory lane. Incidents that happened coincidentally, for if she hadn't been on that beach, at that particular moment that night, I'd never have forgotten. I'd never have moved on. But the question that gnaws at the back of my head as I laugh with this Spanish beauty is... have I actually forgotten? Or is this a temporary escape? But I willed myself not to care, to ignore these questions. To be present in the moment. To be happy.

Not long after, we'd reached my dormitory. It was about 8 in the night and neither of us had had our dinners. I giggled a bit as her stomach grumbled and she blushed and looked away.

"Come on," I said, dragging her into my room. Apparently I took her by surprise, because she tripped over the doorstep and fell on me. I burst out laughing once I'd caught her and she just glared at me.

"Oh you cutie," I smirked.

"Idiot."

I chuckled and pulled her into the kitchen. We had a pretty big dorm. Two rooms with separate bathrooms, a kitchen and a living room. It was practically an apartment in campus. I sat her down on the island and asked her what she'd like to eat. Her reply was, "You can cook?"

She had an incredulous expression on her face.

I frowned and gave her the 'stinky eye'.

"Damn you, I can obviously cook. I can beat the best chefs in Paris," I said, puffing my chest out in pride. If you hadn't guessed... I'm bluffing. Badly. Couldn't make toast without burning it.

She burst out laughing, "Sure you can, Gordon Ramsay. Now move so we don't end up eating burnt toast for dinner."

Damn it, how did she guess? My acting skills are pretty good, even if I do say so myself. Quite the contrary to my cooking skills.

"Alright, alright, you can just admit that you desperately want to cook for me. You don't have to insult my skills you know?"

"Skills, Ha!" She laughed.

I stuck my tongue out at her. 

She stopped laughing and came dangerously close to me. She caged me with her body and the counter. She came close to my face and I closed my eyes, waiting for her lips to brush mine, but that never happened. She went to my ear instead and whispered, "I don't want to get poisoned before my first date with you, so I think I should cook.... Any objections?"

I looked at her, in a daze and gulped. Her warm breath lighting my skin on fire. I had no idea what she said so I just shook my head on instinct.

She pulled back and laughed at me.

"Huh?" I asked dumbly, once I was out of my daze. Her laughter grew louder, "Nothing sweetheart, nothing at all," she said.

She moved towards the stove and started working her magic. She periodically asked me where thingns were and I replied, gazingn at her while she cooked. She was really pretty. Especially in this yellow lighting, her black hair seemed to be lined with gold strands.

"Hey, do you want to watch a movie... you know... while we eat?"

"Would love to," she replied, her focus, not deviating from the pots and pans in front of her.

"Dr. Strange?"

"Oohhh, I love that movie," she stole a glance at me, excitement vivid in her eyes.

"Awesome. I'll make some popcorn."

"Are you sure you can handle that?" She teased.

I pouted, "Hey, I'm not that bad, okay?"

"Ha! So you are bad. You accepted it."

"Wait what?"

She guffawed at me.

"Damn it Jime."

"Jime?"

"Yeah do ya like it?"

"Love it," she said, shooting me her dazzling smile.

"So what are you taking, you know... in uni?"

"Law," she answered simply.

I nodded. Practically all my friends were taking either art or law. Gods. Are there no other fields people?

I walked over to the microwave and shoved a packet of popcorn inside.

I turned the thing on, but it didn't light up.

"Oh come on!"

I hit the microwave, once, twice, to no avail.

"Urghh!"

Jime chuckled, coming behind me, after turning the stove off. She switched the plug on and the microwave immediately lit up.

I blushed, "Oh!"

She shook her head and giggled. She came closer, her hands on my hips, to peck me on my lips.... and that's when the door shot open.

Damn. Wrong timing. 'Stupid roommate,' I thought as I glanced past Jimena to check who my new roommate was.

And when I saw who it was. I remembered. I remembered all I'd forgotten once I'd found Jimena.

Memory #6: Whenever her parents were out of town, Linda, Rick and Ria used to stay with Haley. Every night Haley would cook for all of them, including her dad and Linda would sit on the counter, trying but failing miserably to help Haley.