A/N: Hey, this is my newest story that takes place right after Haunted.
It's basically about Suze moving away, and she meets new people that get in
the way of her "relationship" with Jesse. It also alternates Suze and
Jesse's POV's. Anyway, what with school and all, I might not update as
often, but I'll do my best. I will also try to finish Soul Transference and
The Intruder if I get time (I'm hoping to do a sequel, but right now,
inspiration is taking its sweet time). Thanks a ton for reading, look for
another chapter soon!
Susannah:
I'm Moving. Seriously.
Only a week after Jesse confessed his everlasting love for me Mom has to go and be all, "Susannah, we're moving."
That's seriously what she did. As soon as I got home, she asked me to come into her and Andy's room--which I normally avoid at all costs-- and just said it, as if she were telling me to clean my room, or something.
Then, after I wordlessly sank down on her bed, she sat down next to me, and was like, "Oh, Suze. I'm so sorry. I know you've made lots of friends here, but Andy was offered his own show over in Michigan. His own show, Suzie. We couldn't pass up an offer like that." "But Mom," I said, my head still resting in my hands. "We just got here, and you already want to move again? Mom, I got lucky when I made friends here. What if nobody likes me there? And what about Father Dominic? He couldn't possibly handle Paul without me. And Jesse, now he'll have to travel 2,000 miles to see me, and I wont have Cee Cee, or Adam., and they're my only real friends besides Gina, but she's in New York, and I won't know anybody over there and--" I was so caught up in my little speech, I hadn't noticed my mistake.
"Who's Jesse?" My mother interrupted, with a sly smile on her face.
I could feel my face turning as red as the bed spread we were both sitting on. "Oh, um, he's no one." Like she actually belived me. "But that's not the point. How could you do this to me, Mom?" I could now feel the tears swelling up in my eyes, and was trying hard not to blink. But when I did, my tears cascaded down my face in rivers.
Then my mother wrapped me up into a giant bear hug. "I know, Suzie, I know." She said into my hair.
That's when Andy walked in, and interrupted our little mother- daughter bonding time. "So," he said, grinning, "I can see you've told Suze, here, our good news!"
That's seriously what he said. Good news! I am so sure it was good news to him, he wasn't leaving his only true friends behind.
But I must admit, as much as I resented moving here in the beginning, Carmel-By-The-Sea has sort of grown on me. I definately didn't want to leave it for somewhere like Michigan, that doesn't even have an ocean. All they have are those great lakes that are probably all murky and polluted, anyway.
Good News. The two words made my stomach lurch. Although I shouldn't have done this, I threw Andy a very dirty look-- the kind you just don't give to your step-father, and one I know my mom is going to ground me for later-- and stomped off to my room in a huff.
Then, after shouting, "I'm not going!", and locking the door, I flopped down onto my bed and screamed into my pillow.
"Querida," Jesse's alarmed voice called to me. "Nombre de Dios, please stop screaming. What's wrong? Are you hurt?" I looked up into his liquid black eyes, which were frantically scanning my face, then back into the black pillow case.
He sat down on the bed next to me, and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Susannah," he said, in his silkiest, most persuasive, voice. "Tell me what's wrong."
I guess it worked because I turned around and sat on my heels. "Jesse," I said looking into his dark eyes. "We're moving."
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Jesse:
I was sitting on Susannah's bedroom window balancing both Spike, and Critical Theory Since Plato, in my lap. when Susannah stomped into the room.
"I'm not going!" She shouted, and slammed the door on her mother and step-father's concerned faces. That's when she threw herself on to that silly canopy bed of hers, and began screaming her lungs out.
This is not normal behavior for Susannah, by any means. I know my Susannah, and she is usually a calm, collected person. So I knew from the start that this was not some bad test grade she was dealing with.
"Querida," I said, wondering if Paul was involved in this. "Nombre de Dios, please stop screaming. What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
But instead of telling me, she gazed up at my face for a few seconds, then rested her head on the pillow once again. I began to worry.
"Susannah," I said, using a persuasive voice that, as Susannah puts it, always makes her go all squishy. "Tell me what's wrong."
And I guess it worked again, because she looked into my eyes and said, "Jesse, we're moving."
If I had blood, I swear it would have all drained from my face at that very moment. "W. . .what?" I could not speak, due to a lump that had suddenly risen in my throat. "Are you sure, Querida?"
I know shouldn't have been this worried, but there is something about us ghosts that even Susannah doesn't know. Something that might prevent me from ever seeing her again.
A/N: Please R&R!!! I live for your reviews! lol. So anyway, I hope you liked, and I'll try to post another chapter soon. Lots of love, Luna.
Susannah:
I'm Moving. Seriously.
Only a week after Jesse confessed his everlasting love for me Mom has to go and be all, "Susannah, we're moving."
That's seriously what she did. As soon as I got home, she asked me to come into her and Andy's room--which I normally avoid at all costs-- and just said it, as if she were telling me to clean my room, or something.
Then, after I wordlessly sank down on her bed, she sat down next to me, and was like, "Oh, Suze. I'm so sorry. I know you've made lots of friends here, but Andy was offered his own show over in Michigan. His own show, Suzie. We couldn't pass up an offer like that." "But Mom," I said, my head still resting in my hands. "We just got here, and you already want to move again? Mom, I got lucky when I made friends here. What if nobody likes me there? And what about Father Dominic? He couldn't possibly handle Paul without me. And Jesse, now he'll have to travel 2,000 miles to see me, and I wont have Cee Cee, or Adam., and they're my only real friends besides Gina, but she's in New York, and I won't know anybody over there and--" I was so caught up in my little speech, I hadn't noticed my mistake.
"Who's Jesse?" My mother interrupted, with a sly smile on her face.
I could feel my face turning as red as the bed spread we were both sitting on. "Oh, um, he's no one." Like she actually belived me. "But that's not the point. How could you do this to me, Mom?" I could now feel the tears swelling up in my eyes, and was trying hard not to blink. But when I did, my tears cascaded down my face in rivers.
Then my mother wrapped me up into a giant bear hug. "I know, Suzie, I know." She said into my hair.
That's when Andy walked in, and interrupted our little mother- daughter bonding time. "So," he said, grinning, "I can see you've told Suze, here, our good news!"
That's seriously what he said. Good news! I am so sure it was good news to him, he wasn't leaving his only true friends behind.
But I must admit, as much as I resented moving here in the beginning, Carmel-By-The-Sea has sort of grown on me. I definately didn't want to leave it for somewhere like Michigan, that doesn't even have an ocean. All they have are those great lakes that are probably all murky and polluted, anyway.
Good News. The two words made my stomach lurch. Although I shouldn't have done this, I threw Andy a very dirty look-- the kind you just don't give to your step-father, and one I know my mom is going to ground me for later-- and stomped off to my room in a huff.
Then, after shouting, "I'm not going!", and locking the door, I flopped down onto my bed and screamed into my pillow.
"Querida," Jesse's alarmed voice called to me. "Nombre de Dios, please stop screaming. What's wrong? Are you hurt?" I looked up into his liquid black eyes, which were frantically scanning my face, then back into the black pillow case.
He sat down on the bed next to me, and placed his hand on my shoulder. "Susannah," he said, in his silkiest, most persuasive, voice. "Tell me what's wrong."
I guess it worked because I turned around and sat on my heels. "Jesse," I said looking into his dark eyes. "We're moving."
^^^^^^^^^^
Jesse:
I was sitting on Susannah's bedroom window balancing both Spike, and Critical Theory Since Plato, in my lap. when Susannah stomped into the room.
"I'm not going!" She shouted, and slammed the door on her mother and step-father's concerned faces. That's when she threw herself on to that silly canopy bed of hers, and began screaming her lungs out.
This is not normal behavior for Susannah, by any means. I know my Susannah, and she is usually a calm, collected person. So I knew from the start that this was not some bad test grade she was dealing with.
"Querida," I said, wondering if Paul was involved in this. "Nombre de Dios, please stop screaming. What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
But instead of telling me, she gazed up at my face for a few seconds, then rested her head on the pillow once again. I began to worry.
"Susannah," I said, using a persuasive voice that, as Susannah puts it, always makes her go all squishy. "Tell me what's wrong."
And I guess it worked again, because she looked into my eyes and said, "Jesse, we're moving."
If I had blood, I swear it would have all drained from my face at that very moment. "W. . .what?" I could not speak, due to a lump that had suddenly risen in my throat. "Are you sure, Querida?"
I know shouldn't have been this worried, but there is something about us ghosts that even Susannah doesn't know. Something that might prevent me from ever seeing her again.
A/N: Please R&R!!! I live for your reviews! lol. So anyway, I hope you liked, and I'll try to post another chapter soon. Lots of love, Luna.