I wrote this chapter on Friday but for some reason FanFiction decided to be a real ***** & I couldn't update Friday or Saturday. =( But now I can! =D

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Chapter 9

"Wow," I said.
Samantha grinned. "I knew you'd love it!" she answered and squeezed my hand.
We'd just entered our new apartment in Paris.
The apartment had two bedrooms and one bathroom. The kitchen and living room were in the same room but it didn't really matter since it was pretty big.
I ran into the apartment and began examining the rooms.
The living room had large windows that allowed us to look over the city.
"This is awesome!" I exclaimed and stared out at the city. "When Jake and I stayed in Paris, our hotel room had a view just like this one!"
Samantha made no answer as she brought the bags into the room.
"Jake left me alone to go do something and I was so taken back by Paris' awesomeness until..."
Samantha looked up. "Until what?" she asked.
Until I thought about how much more awesome it would have been if Sabrina were there.
"The cleaning lady showed up," I lied.
Samantha rolled her eyes and smiled. "You sure do like to talk about the Grimms," she said.
I shut my mouth. It was obvious that Samantha didn't like that.
"Well, there's no one here to ruin your awesome view," Samantha told me.
"Yeah," I agreed. "Except for another awesome view."
Samantha grinned over at me. "Hey, you can stare at this view all you want because it's all yours," she answered.
I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist. "All mine?" I asked.
"All yours," Samantha repeated and leaned up to kiss me.
I smiled and kissed her back.
"Um, excuse me?"
Samantha and I pulled away and looked to see who had spoken.
There was a small French guy at the doorway. "You are the Goodfellows, no?" he said.
I glanced at Samantha and grinned as I turned to face the guy. "Yeah, I'm Robin Goodfellow," I told him.
"We bring you your furniture," the French guy answered and turned around to yell out something in French.
"I didn't know it was coming today," I said to Samantha.
"Well, you didn't expect us to sleep on the ground, did you?" Samantha replied.
I shrugged and watched as a bunch of French guys entered carrying furniture.
"How did you pay for all of this?" I suddenly asked.
Samantha didn't pay attention to my question. She was directing all of the men. "Put that in the master bedroom!" Samantha ordered. "Leave that here! Put that in the extra bedroom!"
I sighed as I watched everything get put where Samantha wanted it. When they set the couch down I sat down and started playing on my phone.
It was late when the movers finally left. By the time they did, my phone had already died.
"So what do you think?" Samantha asked when she pulled me into our bedroom.
"I think you did a pretty good job," I answered not really bothering to look around. I collapsed on the bed and pulled off my shoes.
"Aw, is the poor baby tired?" Samantha teased and sat down next to me.
"That was a really long plane ride," I pointed out. "And I don't really like traveling on those things."
"Well, I know you don't get plane sick," Samantha said. "So why not?"
I shrugged. "I guess they just make me feel homesick," I answered.
Samantha kissed my cheek. "Well, this is your home now," she told me. "So there's no need to feel homesick."
I nodded and smiled at her.
"I'm gonna take a shower," Samantha announced and stood up.
"OK," I replied and began to pull off my socks.
"Don't miss me too much!" Samantha called out as she went to the bathroom.
I couldn't help smiling. "I'll try not to!" I answered.
A couple of minutes later, I heard the shower turn on and Samantha began to sing.
I plugged in my phone and waited for it to turn back on. A couple of seconds after it did, it rang.
I frowned.
It was Rubin. He'd kept calling me after I had hung up on him the first time.
I sighed and answered it. "What?"
"It's about time you answered!" Rubin exclaimed. "Do you know how many times I've called you in the past hour?"
"Sorry, my phone died," I answered in a bored tone.
"So, your phone had been dead for like two days?"
I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Listen, can you just like stop calling me?" I asked.
"No!" Rubin answered. "Not until you let me talk to Samantha!"
I groaned. "She doesn't wanna talk to you," I lied.
"She doesn't know you called me, does she?"
This guy is seriously creepy, I thought.
The shower turned off.
"Listen, Rubin, thanks for the stuff you told me but can you just forget that it happened?" I pleaded.
"Why should I do that?" Rubin asked.
"Because I just want to be happy," I sighed. "I just wanna pretend like some years of my life never happened."
"Well, whatever it is that you're trying to forget, Samantha won't help you," Rubin said.
I frowned. "What do you mean?"
"She'll make you forget about that stuff when she wants to," Rubin said quietly. "But when she doesn't, it'll come flying back at you, full force."
"Puck?"
"I have to go," I said and immediately hung up.
Samantha stood at the doorway wrapped up in a towel.
"Well, you're looking nice," I commented. "If wearing just a new towel is your new style, I'm all for it."
Samantha ignored my what should have been a very pleasing comment. "Who were you on the phone with?" she asked.
"Mustardseed," I lied. "I was just letting him now that we got here safely."
"Oh," Samantha answered and just stood there.
"So are you gonna put some clothes on or...?"
"I thought you liked my new style!" Samantha grinned and blew me a kiss.
I grinned. "Totally!" I answered in my best girl voice.
Samantha walked over and sat in my lap. "I think you need a new style too," she murmured and began to kiss me.
And it was just like Rubin had said. Samantha made me forget everything, but only when she wanted me to.

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