Bonjour Mes Peeps! I know ive been away but honestly GCSE's; boyfriend trouble and Americans kinda cut it for me! Lol, ok so im going to get finishing my other stories straight away but this i was meant to be a nice becker and jess meeting though i kinda got daydreaming and wishing hopes in my head and got whats hopefully called creative! But...im not sure, i know its not my best story and im unsure weather to finnish it so please read and tell me if you want me to.
Just so you know...Becker is American male and Jess is very Brittish in this, Abby is her best friend and Lester her boss, um...conner if i do continue this will be beckers brother maybe and matt is jess's really bad history ex. And also if you want me to continue then abby will be both conners and beckers sister meaning no cabby cause thats just wierd! Becker is temporally joining the ARC and jess is to show him around, so far this is just there meeting but you never no if you want more... i actually want to do a more 'sexual' scene in this later but i believe in building up to it never just jumping into it! Sorry my authors note is so long but ive missed you guys! And two of my dear friends on this site can probably guess where im getting it from.
I wake up, drag myself out of bed, I climb into the shower grasping the sides of the tub to keep me from falling, as I turn on the shower I feel the hot warm water pour over my cold wet naked body. I sigh. I wish I could stay and hibernate in here all day...but I can't. Work. I hate it. I bang my head hard against the wall, "SHIT!" I cursed out load. Getting out of the shower I grab the nearest thing to keep me dry, it's a long black shirt, I pull it over my head ans walk into my bedroom. Then I open the wardrobe letting all the autumn different colours fall over me. Out of the huge pile on the floor I grab my black skinny's and my baggy yet oh so tight jumper and forgetting to put on a t-shirt I walk out of the room with my bag in hand. I walk over to my desk and put down my bad, and phone, then I collapses with a thud. "Jess?" a voice from behind me pierced my ears. I turned around. "Ah Lester how can I help you?" I asked my tone almost mocking. "Well actually there's a new recruitment coming in today and would be very happy if you would be so kind to show him around?" he made it sound like a question. "Do I have a choice Lester?" I asked again my tone mocking. "No." With that the man turned on his heel and walked off. So...a new recruit? Fun. Not. I walk through the corridors out into the open space where surprisingly no new recruitment person is. God what kind of idiot turns up to their new job late? She must be such a fool, honestly Lester hires anybody these days. I walk back out through the corridors, as I open the doors clutching my paperwork and books one of them is which quite the fascinating ' Art Of War'. Just then a large man walks into me causing my books and my hard earned work fall to the floor, quickly I fall down to pick them back me, whoever I jumped into helps me. We both grab for the same book lying on the floor. 'The Art Of war'. As our hands meet I look up to see his face, he has the strangest eyes, ones blue and the other a kind of hazel colour but you can't tell unless you look carefully, am I looking carefully? Too carefully. I tell myself to look away but he's looking at me the same, a hint of a smile curving the edge of his lips. I smile back. Finally, I force my eyes elsewhere, unfortunately they now drift to where our hands are touching, he gets it and jerks his hand away quickly, picking up the other papers scattered amongst the floor. "Here" he says, he holds out his hand to me as he's standing now, looking down on me. I stand up reluctant to touch him again, he takes the hint and awkwardly moves his hand away from me. We stand there silent for a moment. "Um...Im sorry, i should have been looking where I was going" he says to me. His voice is deep and different. "American?" I ask. "Spanish" he replies. "Well Spanish and American you could say". I smile at that. Again silence. "I should go I have some new recruit I have to show around this afternoon...some silly little girl who is getting on my nerves because she is now 30 minutes late" I said checking my watch. He looks at me surprised then opens his rather georgeous mouth to speak "actually not 29 minutes late and I didn't realize I gave the impression of a girl?" he smiled rather arrogantly. Come on Kizza think of something to say..."Your late." ~
"I know." He replies, I raise my eyebrows as if to say that's it? But he stops me by muttering some sort of apolgogy in his sexy American accent. I find myself almost intrieged by the accent but i tell myself not to even go there! Come on Jess remember where your last relationship got you? NOWHERE! Oh but hes sooo dreamy...
Its short because i don't know if you want more? Please review! x