Disclaimer- I own nothing of Red eye or Just like Heaven, so don't sue (If I owned anything, I'd probably be in Hollywood right now).
Obviously, this is one of those movie-crossovers. It features the Red eye characters, but has a bit of the Just like Heaven theme to it. If you want (or rather, this is how I thought of it), you can listen to either You're beautiful, or Goodbye my lover, by James Blunt.
Chapter 1
13 months and 13 days. That was how long ago Lisa had been without Jackson. She hated his guts, and he probably felt the same about her. It didn't matter that he was so darn good-looking; she hated him with all of her heart and with all of her soul. If he ever showed up in front of her again, she swears that she would kill him the moment she sets eyes on him.
It was late, and she was tired. Driving, but still very tired. She had been working the night-shifts at her hotel for about a month now. She didn't really want to go home, in case Jackson decided to show up. He had made her life a misery. Anyways, it was about midnight. Not a lot of cars or motor bikes were on the streets. It may have been because it was late, or it may have been because it was raining. Whatever the reason, Lisa just didn't care. She was more worried about what she would find at home. Her cat, Duck, could be dead; hecould be there, anything!
The windshield wipers squeaked on the waterfall that was the glass. The rain had turned into a mini storm. Perfect, she thought to herself. What could be worse? The answer to that question was simple; very nearly being given a heart-attack from her phone. She jumped at the sound, but laughed it off. She picked it up, hands still on the wheel. It was Cynthia. She was calling to see if Lisa was okay because of the rainstorm. Yes, Lisa was fine. After a couple of minutes chatting, she hung up.
But as she looked down at the button, her eyes were off the road. She didn't notice the truck in front of her. What she did notice, though, was the noise it made and the tug of the steering wheel crash into her. After that, she passed out.
The next thing that happened was someone moving into her house. She knew that that wasn't right, and she was going to do something about it. She didn't care how long it took her, it didn't matter that that she had better things to do, all that mattered was that she was going to get this person out of her life and house.
Of course, when you feel invisible to the world, you always want to crawl away from it all. Since she was the manager of her hotel, that was exactly what she did. What she didn't know, was that she was literally invisible, even to Cynthia. So she waited in the shadows, waiting for the new owner to come home from work. She waited until about midnight. She didn't even feel tired, which seemed strange to her. Then he arrived.
All that she could do was stare in utter fear at who stood before her. He didn't seem to notice her. He just went to shower and then come back to watch a little TV. After this had happened, she walked over to the back of the sofa, him still oblivious to her presence. She was still for a moment. She could only stare at him. She didn't know what she should do. She could do one of three things; kill him, kiss him, or just run away screaming, forgetting all about her house.
She did the fourth option; get away from it for a little while. She walked to her special bar. It was a special sort. Everyone knew that she was there, and they all talked to her like an old friend. Not because they were drunk, but because they knew that she was one of them.
She went up to the bar, sat down and ordered her new usual; Bloody Mary. Gulping it down in a depressed manner, she wondered what her next move was. Would she do one, the other, or the other other? Even all of them?