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Summer of Depp

Chapter one

Summer vacation

It's quiet. It is so quiet, It's weird. I mean, really. Dopey with his loud music and weight lifting. Doc with his rattling telescope and little experiments going off in his room. Andy cooking dinner. And Mom. Well. She's not as loud as the men in this household. But you get the idea. It's heard everyday. And today, you want to know what I hear?

Nothing.

Peace and quiet. No ghosts. No Dopey. No Jesse, sadly enough.

Okay, do you want to know what happened at the graveyard? Oh, well, you're going to hear it anyway. Jesse kissed me. That, you already know. He kissed me. And of course, I kissed him back. What kind of girl with a crush on a hot ghost who kisses her do you take me for? Well, once he pulled away, he dematerialized. I didn't know why. Not at that moment. All I could think was: God, am I that bad of a kisser? And then I felt a pair of eyes on me. I turned around and saw Father Dom looking down at me, confused. And, I don't know. Angry.

I got the third degree from the priest once he pulled me into his office. I got the lecture of all time, let me tell you. It was about how Jesse was dead and that he and I could never really be together. How, Father Dom, didn't want me to have a broken heart if Jesse moved on. I assured him for the millionth time that I was a big girl and that I could take care of myself. I re-assured him that Jesse and I had only kissed one other time before then, and both times he dematerialized on me. And that this time - since Father Dom walked in on us - he may give me the silent treatment or more enough stay away.

I ask you: How much can a girl take? I mean, my Mom married a great cook with the weirdest three sons on the planet. Sure, Doc is a cutie with his sticky-outy ears who has helped me a numerous amount of times with his vast knowledge of things, and Jake is a great big step-brother who drives me places when I need to go. But Dopey. I dont think he's made much of a contribution, much less a good impression. Except get me into trouble when I beat him up because of what he's said or done. Now that, makes my day.

So there I was, sitting on my bed, reading an issue of Cosmo, when I heard this noise. It wasn't very loud, but it made me look up real quick. I didn't see anything. I looked back down at the issue and kept reading. The article was interesting. HOW TO SEE IF YOUR GUY REALLY LIKES YOU. Well, that was Hard. I couldn't really answer any of the questions fully. For one thing: the guy I like is dead. For two: He's from the 1800's. For three: He's kissed me twice but avoided me after. What gives?

"Why cant my life be less complicated?" I asked out loud.

" I don't know, why is it in the first place?"

Okay, now that made me jump up off of my bed. But I still couldn't see anything. No spectral glows, no glittering from materializing or dematerializing. Nothing. Oh, how the life of a mediator sucks. Sometimes the ghosts will cooperate and show themselves. Other times, they play hide and seek. And cheat

I figured I wasn't going to get anywhere if I just stood there and said nothing. I walked to the window seat and sat down, looking out over Carmel. "What is it that you want?" I was expecting a straight answer. But when do ghosts ever give you a straight forward answer? Try almost never.

"I want to be a better person." The voice sounded different this time. But it was the same person. A male person.

"Well, dont we all." I said a little annoyed. "What is it that you really want?" I was peaking from the corner of my eye to see if anyone was behind me. No such luck.

"My ending, I want you to fix it." The voice was heavy in a southern accent this time.

Wait a second. I know that phrase. It's a quote from a movie. But which movie. I know It's a Johnny Depp flick, but I cant quite place....

SECRET WINDOW!

"I'd be more than happy to write your ending, Mr. Shooter." I said. Then I heard someone materialize right behind me.

No matter how many times a ghost has materialized behind me without warning, I will never get used to it. I always jump. I stood up quickly and turned to face my ghostly visitor. And I know you've heard this far too many times before, but this guy was HOT! Well, not as hot as Jesse, but almost.

I must have looked dazed, because the ghost guy came closer and put a hand on my shoulder gently with a concerned look on his face. "Whoa, there. Maybe you should sit down. You look as if you had seen a ghost."

Ha. Funny.

"No, I'm fine." I assured him. I sat down on the window seat without knowing. He smiled and joined me. I sat there, staring out in front of me at nothing, for what seemed the longest time. I began to wonder if the guy was still there. And when I looked over to where he was sitting, sure enough he was still there. With a lost look on his face.

"Wow." He breathed. "I didn't know you were a Secret window fan." He said.

I smiled and gave a little laugh. "I'm not a huge fan. My step-brother was watching it one night and I happened to eat my snack in the same room. Not bad of a movie, though." I added that last part so he wouldn't feel offended. Even though he looked nice - certainly not harmless. I mean, if you could only see his muscles. I mean, they almost put Jesses to shame.- I knew, as a ghost, he could put out some serious damage. And a little girl like me could get hurt.

Or worse, die.

"Oh." He sounded bored. Okay, Suze. Get on with your mediating work. Give him the intro, find out what he wants, and then send him packing.

"So..." I felt dumb saying it. Like a cop who was questioning a criminal. Bad Suze, bad. "What do you want me to do?" Smooth, Suze. Smooth.

"You?" He looked at me with a face that I could not place. "What could you do for me? If you haven't noticed, there's not much you can do. I'm dead."

Tell me something I don't know.

"Tell me something I don't know." I huffed. Uh-oh. Did I just say that out loud? Me and my big mouth. So, I tried to save my slip. "Well, I mean, there has to be something holding you back, right? Something unfinished?"

If he doesn't tell me what it is that he wants, I'm going to punch him. Or better yet, I'll leave. I need to talk to Jesse, come to think of it.

And thanks to the big mouth in my head, Jesse appeared by my door. Oh, God, was he a sight. All tall, dark and handsome. And hey, that phrase fit him just fine. He was tall, dark, and.... Well you get the picture. He looked at the floor and didn't say anything for a minute.

"Querida, I'm sorry, but I cannot stay long." He said, folding his arms to his chest. He still wasn't looking at me.

What? Was my hair that bad?

"Jesse?" I asked, trying to get his attention.

"Susannah, I'm sorry I was so forward, that day in the graveyard." Oh, crap. Think, Suze, think. Say something, Suze! But before I could say a word, Jesse continued. "But, since you said that you were fine with our past confrontations, I went ahead and kissed you. I'm sorry."

God! HE DIDN'T GET IT!!! I told him that it was fine to kiss me and he thinks that I am mad at him? How could I ever be mad at this sexy, sweet, strong, buff.... Okay, I'm getting ahead of myself. Anyway, I would never get mad at him. Well, from now on (thinking back on the past times I was made at him).

"Jesse." I said again in a more agitated voice. He still had his eyes glued to the floor. Hey, if he wanted to look at the floor forever I would happily oblige his request and actually glue his eyes to the carpet. "Jesse, I am not mad at you." I put a few seconds in between each word to give them emphasis. I HAD to. Obviously, speaking in normal tones and a normal pace is too fast for him to understand what I'm trying to get across to him.

"You two kissed?"

Oh, God. I forgot about the hot ghost guy who was sitting next to me. At the sound of his voice, Jesse looked up in our direction. I could have sworn that I saw a bit of embarrassment show on Jesses- perfectly sculpted- face. I almost laughed. It was always kind of funny to see Jesse embarrassed.

After a short silence- as Jesse stared at the two of us, I stared at the floor and the ghost guy looked back and forth from Jesse to me- ghost guy broke it saying, "So, you two, are, like, dating."

Jesse, then, looked to me with a look that said, What-Did-You-Say-To-Him-Sussanah-That-Would-Cause-Him-To-Make-That-Conclusion-? I sent back a I-Don't-Know-What-You're-Talking-About look. He seemed to ease up a little after that.

"We're not...technically, dating." I said, my fingers knitting in and out of each other. And then it dawned on me. Okay, so it was a little late to be asking this question. But I could still ask it. "By the way, what is your-"

But I never got to ask it. He was already gone. Damn. I hate it when ghosts do that. They always leave when you really need to suck some useful info from their ghostly form. God, I should have just asked when I first saw him. Stupid, Suze. Real, stupid.

"-name?" I finished, once I saw that the guy was no longer sitting next to me. I heaved a sigh and then groaned. I leaned back- and forgetting that I wasn't on my bed and that I was really on the window seat- I fell backwards off of the window seat, landing on my head.

Black.........