Remember

Chapter 4: Familiar

"Are you sure you're gonna be fine?" He asked. It has been a week since the accident, and the doctor finally decided that I was well enough to go home. Because Elise and Peter weren't present, (they were guarding their causes, but of course Justin didn't know that. I told him that they were busy with work.) Justin drove me home. Now, here he is, looking around my apartment. Paintings and empty canvasses were lain all around the room. God knows where Elise and Peter got them.

"Yeah, of course." I smiled at him as I sat down on one of the paint-splattered couches. I winced as I felt a small pain on my back that was caused by the tiny movement. Fortunately, Justin didn't notice because he was examining the biggest painting on the wall.

"Hey, did you paint this?" He asked, turning around to face me. He has a weird look on his face.

"Er, yes." I lied. "Why'd you ask?"

Justin frowned. "It just looks kinda familiar."

"Um, uh - it was inspired by a painting I saw in the internet." I lied again. "Hey, um, are you hungry?" I asked, trying to get his attention away from the paintings. Thankfully, it worked. Justin bit his lip, looking extremely cute.

"Actually, yeah. I'm starving."

"Great! Uh, I mean, not great that you're hungry, but - " I paused. This is embarrassing. "Anyway, I'm gonna go fix us something to eat." I turned around, hiding my flaming cheeks. Justin chuckled softly behind me, making me blush deeper.

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I looked at all the stuff in the kitchen, my mouth hanging open. Angels don't eat. We don't need food in our system, because we're some kind of, um, spirits? And I've never really learned how to cook in my human life. I was sixteen when I died, and half the things in here haven't even been invented then.

So - er - how do people cook again?

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"Hmm. This tastes so good." Justin whispered as he took a bite of his fifth slice of pizza.

I grinned. I made a mental note to thank Elise next time I see her for the countless times she gushed about how humans finally learned to do great stuff like making pizza deliveries possible.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Justin asked, wiping his lips with a tissue paper. This boy is impossible. He just finished one slice in no more than a minute.

"Nope. Not hungry." I answered. I looked down at the pizza. I think I already forgot how it feels like to be hungry. I've only really eaten the food in the hospital because I didn't want Justin to suspect anything. When I looked up, I saw Justin looking at me, and my smile disappeared because of the expression on his face. There was a fine crease in the middle of his eyebrows, which is how I knew he was thinking hard about something. I mean, I only knew him his whole life so... I might be wrong and all. Hmm, note the sarcasm please.

I licked my lips, my heart pounding. "What?" I asked, only it turned out as a whisper.

Justin looked like he just broken out of his reverie. "Nothing, I -" He was half laughing, sounding nervous. He looked down and swallowed hard. "You just look familiar to me." He shook his head. "No, no, you don't look familiar. You feel familiar. I don't know, it seems like I'm in a sense of deja vu whenever I'm with you." He chuckled again. "It's crazy, um -" He finally looked up at me, then pursed his lips. "Forget it."

Wait a second - I seem familiar? I mean, yeah, I've been by his side ever since he was born, but he has never seen me, uh, until now. What he said was definitely weird, but I can't deny the fact that it made me all warm inside.