Fan Fiction |
by distant origin
"What the--?!" I exclaimed when I suddenly saw a familiar face on TV. "Hey, is that, is that someone... who IS that?"
"Yeah, he's caught your eye too, huh?" my younger sister Megan said as she turned up the volume of our television. "All the girls in my class are already head over heels in love with him."
"Who is he?" I asked again.
"Dao Ming Si," she said. "Or, well, that's the name of the character, but the actor is really Jerry Yan. He's gotten pretty famous these last few months, where have you been anyway?"
I heaved a sigh. "Working," I said, looking at the TV more closely. "You know, he kinda looks familiar."
Megan turned to me and raised an eyebrow. "You must've seen a previous episode then."
"No," I said, shaking my head. "It's like I've seen him before from somewhere, but it's definitely not on TV."
"From a magazine then," she said. "He's also a model of many different brands."
"A model, huh?" I repeated, my eyes still glued to the screen. I wrinkled my forehead to think. Where have I seen that guy before?
Suddenly, the guy on TV made a face of someone who was pissed, and punched one of the guys at the bar he and the other characters were in.
I realized who it was.
"Oh my God! Megan! I know who that guy is!" I said, nearly shouting.
"Yeah, I just said, he's Jerry Yan," she said, as if it was the most obvious thing on Earth.
"No!" I said. "That's the same guy I spilled coffee onto at the coffee shop two years ago! You remember? I told you that story, right?"
"How can I forget? You're still complaining about it every so often and thinking of what would've happened if you'd been able to get his name," she said nonchalantly, then turned to me. "I seriously don't get what you're still obsessing about. I mean, you haven't been working in Cuppajava for over a year. You're a professional now. Why are you still bothered about your little mistakes then?"
I raised an eyebrow at her, and then looked back at the screen. He was definitely the guy from the coffee shop. His looks hardly changed at all. And if they did, they just got better. I suddenly felt my knees weak again. I looked back at my sister and sighed. "Because guys like that only come by once in a blue moon."
"Right," she said, rolling her eyes. "Whatever."
"Come on, you're not saying you don't think he's cute are you?" I said. "I mean, look at him," I pointed at the TV.
"I didn't say he wasn't cute," she said. "Just that, I think Hua Ze Lei's a lot cuter."
"Well, which one's Hua Ze Lei?" I asked.
"Wait," she said, waiting for the scene on the TV to change. "There," she said, when a guy in a blue shirt was shown on the screen.
"He is cute," I agreed. "But then you didn't get to see him 2 years ago when he wasn't famous yet and the good looks was all natural."
Megan groaned. "Are you going to tell me that cofee shop story AGAIN? Haven't you humiliated yourself enough?"
I shrugged, and turned back to the TV. 'Jerry' was focused again. "Do you think there's a chance that he still remembers me?"
Megan looked at me like I had snakes coming out of my head. "I'll bet he'd already forgotten about you the minute he walked out of Cuppajava's door."
I frowned. "You're such a pessimist," I told her.
She shrugged. "Why don't you just ask him yourself, then? He and the rest of F4 have an autograph signing at the mall tomorrow."
My head turned sharply to look at her, my eyes wider. "Are you serious?"
"Why would I say it if I wasn't serious?" she said sarcastically, then turned back to the TV. "Now shut up. It's Hua Ze Lei's turn to talk."
I chuckled and turned back to the TV, suddenly determined to keep a promise, that's 2 years overdue.