Author's Note: Hello Everyone
Yes, I know it has been awhile since I've posted anything on here. Sorry, 'hangs head, hands clasps and begging for forgiveness', I have been extremely busy with school work, though I have been typing still and posting this fanfic else where but 'sweat drops' but anyway, I'm going to be better an managing all my fanfic accounts around the place so.
Ok, this is a series of one-shot fanfic, most that I have writen so far are Jesse centre. I mean the Guy does not get enough love in the books, well he does but, you know what I mean (I hope). We don't get to see much from his point of view, how he is feeling about what is going on around him, is what I'm getting at... so yeah.
Disclaimer: Ok, you all know I'm not Meg Cabot, I write too much Twilight stuff to be her, anyway. But yeah, I do not own any of the characters nor themes that are presented within this fic, they all belong to their rightful owners.
Motion
Set: Between book 2 Ninth Key/High Stakes and book 3 Reunion/Mean Spirits
Location: Suze's room
Characters: Jesse and Suze.
Point of View:Jesse de Silva (Third Person)
Status: Complete, one-shot.
He likes to watch her, as she does her homework at night. How she is laying flat on her stomach on her bed, her books in front of her and her feet dancing in the air behind her.
They have always fascinated him, those feet, dancing their own frustrated dance and as Susannah got even more frustrate, glaring from her the back of her text book, where the answer to the problem she was trying to solve, to her own work book, the more those feet would bob and bounce in the air.
He also loved to watch her pull faces at her books, even sticking her tongue out at them, just for the sake of it, to vent some of her irritation.
It was so very hard to contain his chuckles at all those strange facial expressions, but he knows better than to laugh at her, so returns to the safety of watching her feet dance.
They have picked up their tempo, twisting and twining, smacking together and growing all the more agitated. He wonders faintly what she is like at dancing. He has never seen her dance, bounce around to loud music, yes, but real dancing, no. Probably because she has no one to dance with, he muses, before shaking the thought away. He was about to step on dangerous grounds there and it frustrates him greatly.
Her feet grow still, hovering in mid air for a moment before falling to the bed below them with a thud, as if they had lost all their bone structure. With a loud groan and a final sticking of tongue out at her books, Susannah flopped onto her back, grumbling huffily that she will ask CeeCee how to do these problems tomorrow, too tired to continue on with them tonight.
For a moment he feels disappointment, the thought of not being able to continue watching those amusing faces nor watch those pretty, slim feet dance, quite disheartens him, though he is quickly cheered with the knowledge that tomorrow night, that tonight show will perform again and again and again. For as long as Susannah had homework, his evenings are never going to be boring.
He feels his lips pull into a smile and he happily returns to his book, just as Susannah has rotated her head to see what he is up to and demanding to know why he had been staring her. And because he is in such a good mood, he decides to humour her by raising a questioning eyebrow and looked at her in a way that he knows irritates her to no end.
"Looking at you, querida? Why would I do that?" he asks her innocently, watching her face grow dark with annoyance with great amusement. She huffs loudly at him and returns to staring at the ceiling though not before kicking the air above, her little feet doing a little dance, just for him to watch
