Hey guys! I promise you...I will update DoubleTriple Life as soon as my brain comes back...Anyways, I wrote this story a long time ago...this summer actually. I hope you like it!
Disclaimer- You know it so I'm not going to say it.
Summary- Mischa and her twin Marlion are complete opposites. One's an angel, and one's a demon from hell, literally. Suze and the gang are once again in for one bumpy ride. But soon, Suze learns she can't trust anyone. Not even Jesse? Rated T for language.WhoDidIt
Decemember 24
Two years ago
"Hector Jesse de Silva!" He laughed as he pulled me into a hug. "You look gorgeous, querida. But then again, you always do."
"Liar." I said. He smiled, but his phone rang. I leaned up and whispered in his ear, "Meet me under the mistletoe." And I walked off. I could feel him staring at me as I walked off. I had to smile as I realized that...
"Susannah, how could you?" That voice still rings in my ears today...
"Jesse, please." I pleaded. "I love you!" It was so cold, that I was afraid my tears would freeze to my cheeks. He just looked down at me, unable to look me in the eyes.
"Then why the hell did you kiss him, Susannah?" He yelled at me. "Why did you kiss that.." He looked at Paul. "That thing?"
"HE kissed ME! I didn't kiss him! It was the other way around. Jesse, please-" I yelled back at him, but I was only yelling because that was the only way I could keep from crying. "I love you...please believe me."
"I don't know what to believe anymore, Susannah." He turned away from me and walked back to his car, leaving me alone in with the falling snowflakes that were getting tangled and matted in my curls as they fell.
"Thanks alot." I said to Paul who was smirking as he said, "Anytime."
I collapsed into the snow. I didn't care if I froze to death. Ok, I did. I am so sorry, God. Please don't believe that stupid thing that just came out of my mouth.
I watched as Jesse, and part of my heart, sped out of the driveway.
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PRESENT DAY
" I just want to thank Miss Suze Simon. I couldn't have done this without you." My boss, Jasmine , said as she raised her glass in a toast. I smiled as my other co-workers did the same.
I guess I should fill you in. I'm a fashion designer for the fashon line 'Angel', which Jasmine is president for. She's also editor-in-chief for Vogue...and she once dated Leonardo deCaprio...which I HATE... And I have a goregous office in New York city.
Millions of miles away from Carmel.
"Aw, guys..." I said. She smiled as she wrapped her arm around me. "Suze, that disign was pure genius! Genius! You had Kate Winslet practically earing out of our hands!" That was only partly true, but I smiled anyway and she continued, "You are now my right hand lady, Miss Simon. I need you. This company needs you. Hollywood needs you!" Then she turned her hazel eyes on me, "You're coming."
"To?" I said, as she stopped suddenly. My glass filled with wine almost spilled.
"To the party next week! The Christmas party!! Ah, yes! My friend in Hollywood owns this night club called Treasure Island-"
"Treasure Island?" I snorted. She nodded and said, "It's a long painful story, and for your own health, don't ask. But anyway, he always has this party for Christmas...it exclusively for celebs, his close friends...people like that." I didn't respond, and she said, "All of young Hollywood will be there, come on, Suze."
I smiled and said, "Why not?"
She shrieked and said, "Yes! The plane leaves tomorrow at three."
"In the afternoon?"
She laughed and said, "Yeah, right."
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"Bobby?" Jasmine screamed when we arrived at Treasure Island, which, SURPRISE!, was Pirate-themed. "Bobby! ROBERT!" He broke away from the blonde he was talking to, which I soon recognized as Kate Bosworth (gag!) and walked over to us, "Jasmine, how are you my dear?" He asked as he kissed both of her cheeks.
She smiled and said, "Great. Bobby, this is the Susannah Simon I was telling you about." He beamed at me, "Miss Simon, what a pleasure it is to meet you." He kissed my hand.
She smiled at me, "He's a doctor."
He corrected her and said, "A plastic surgeon ." I looked over at Jasmine's chest...so that's where she got 'em. I always wondered. I thought she just stuffed her bra with jello.
"Where do you work at?" I asked. He continued to smile at me(man, this dude was creepy in a hot kind of 20-year old Italian god kind of way) and said, "My own place. I have one in Carmel too. But I don't work Sundays."
And I bet he isn't at church either.
Sorry.
"Ah, multi tasker." I said. He laughed and said, "You could say that." Kate cleared her throat loudly, and Bobby said, "Excuse me, ladies...um, I shall see you tommorrow." And he walked back over to his 'mistress'.
Um, ew.
"Gosh, I really don't like that girl." Jasmine said as we walked back to the limo. I smiled, knowing why. She looked at me, "You are doing a photo shoot for Vogue."
I looked up at her, "And why would I be doing this?" I slid into the backseat and she followed saying, "You are doing a photo shoot with Orlando Bloom."
"Why?"
She smiled, "To make ole' Kate-what's-her-face jealous."
"So you can have Bobby all to yourself?" I asked. Jasmine turned scarlett and said, "Well, maybe." Changing the subject, she said, "Bobby met this guy at Med school. They've become friends, and he really wants you to meet him tonight."
"Jaz-"
"Suze, please. You're like my sister, and I hate seeing you unhappy. You've been sad ever since Jason moved back to France."
"I didn't even like Jason."
She smirked, "Sure. Anyway, please...please do this for me."
I looked at her, she was pleading. "Fine, but I want you to know that I am not happy about this at all." She hugged me and said, "You won't regret it."
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I dragged CeeCee along with me that night. I hadn't seen her since I came down from my apartment in New York to Carmel for Thanksgiving.
Oh, yeah. And I didn't tell you. CeeCee switched her career from newspaper to screenplays. She's done a few movies, and has one an award too.
"So...who's the guy?" She asked, excitedly as she sipped her wine.
"I don't know..and Cee what-" I grabbed the glass from her. "You are going to get yourself dru-"
"DAMN IT!" A shriek came from the middle of the dance floor. Jasmine came running to be. A wet spot was in the middle of her black dress.
And one of her boobs was gone.
Uh oh.
"Jaz, what happened?" I asked as Cee handed her napkins.
"Thank's Cee." She said in a sad voice. Then she looked up at me, "Suze! It leaked." She said. I couldn't tell if she was crying of it that was just from where her boob exploded.
"Ok, I'll come with you to the-"
"NO!" She yelled. "I mean, Cee can come with me. You need to go find your date." Cee patted her back as she cried on her shoulder. "He's waiting for you under the mistletoe."
How original.
"Ok." I said as I turned to go meet my death.
"This is going to be on the friggin' cover of friggin' People magazine!" I hear Jaz yell as CeeCee helped her to the bathroom.
Where is the mistletoe?
Oh, and did I mention this was a mascarade ball? So, at least I couldn't tell if he was ugly or not.
I saw the mistletoe and him standing under it. I took a deep breath and walked over to it.
"You my blind date?" I asked. He nodded and said, "I guess so. Would you like to dance?" I said I would and we danced.
And it felt so right too.
Like I had know him forever.
"It feels like I know you." He said after a while. Then he looked down at my chest.
Um, excuse me..you perv...
But that's when I realized he was looking at my necklace. The one Jesse gave to me for Christmas that year before we...well...broke up...
And in diamonds, it spelled out, 'Mi Querida."
"Susannah?" I reached up at took his mask off.
"Jesse?"
He took his mask off and stared at me like I had just imploded or grown another head or something. I, for some unknown reason, broke into tears and ran into the bathroom.
"See, Jaz? You can't tell." I heard Cee say. They both looked up at me when I ran in. I locked myself in a stall.
"Suze?" Cee called.
"Sweetie, what's wrong? Didn't you like him?" Jaz said. I opened it and spat at her, "You knew! You and Bobby both did!"
She sighed, "Bobby said Jesse always talked about you and..." I started crying. "Suze, sweetie, I am so so sorry."
"Good going, Jaz." Cee said to her. Jasmine glared at her and I slammed the stall door shut. "Suze." Cee said. "Come out."
"I'm sorry. I thought you were still in love with him." Jaz said.
"That's the problem. I am." I choked out.
Silence.
"You are not staying the whole night in there, Simon. It's Christmas Eve, come out!" Cee said.
"Or we'll drag you." Jaz added.
In the end, I came out. I so did not want to ruin this 5,000 dollar dress. Jaz was staring at her uneven chest in the mirror.
"Man, this sucks." She said, poking it.
"Jaz, you're just going to make it worse." I said. She didn't listen, and kept poking it. When she poked it, little squirts of water (or whatever that is inside) came out. "Jasmine!" Cee and I had to pull her hand away from her deflated and leaking boob. "WHY DID THIS HAPPEN TO ME!?!" She screamed as she fell to the ground.
"Oh, come on, Jaz. We leave the dramatic breakdowns to Suze." Cee said, patting her shoulder.
"Hey." I said, defensively.
Jaz sniffed and said, "Yeah, I know." She got back up and looked in the mirror." What am I going to do? I can't go back out like this!"
She did go back out, after some quick thinking by Cee and me...ok, toilet paper...but still, you couldn't really tell. She bounced back over to Bobby.
"Shouldn't she be like, in pain or something?" Cee asked me. I shrugged and said, "You'd think so." Cee sighed and said, "Oh crud!"
"SUZE!" Jaz came back over. "Come here."
"What?" She pulled my arm. "Come on! Kate's here!"
"I don't like her, and she doesn't like me...remember?"
See, last year at the Golden Globe's when I one for best costume design in one of Orlando's movies, she got up and yelled that Orlando was cheating on her with me and that I was a slut...and blah blah blah...
So, I kinda threw my Golden Globe at her...and she kinda threw a table at me. And Orlando sat there with Johnny Depp watching two girls claw each other's eyes out because of him...
And Kate used to be such a sweetie... I mean it. We were friends...up until then...but I guess she really loved Orlando.
"Yeah, but so is Orlando." Jaz said, still pulling me. "Jasmine, no photo shoot."
"Yes, photo..." She threw me in front of Orlando.
"Hey, Orlando." I said. He smiled at me and said, "How's your head?" Referring to the table thrown at me on his behaf.
"Great."
"Ok, say cheese!" Jaz yelled. But then I realized that she didn't want us to actually say cheese. She wanted Kate to hear us say cheese so she look over here.
"Say cheese!" Jaz said louder.
Kate was attachted to Bobby.
Orlando, getting at what she was trying to do yelled very loudly, "CHEESE!" He grabbed me, and Jaz took the picture (Kate was looking) and then with a smile to me he said, "See ya next week, Suze."
"Yeah, bye."
"Bye, Orlando!" Jaz said, in a flirty way. He smiled a fake smile at her and walked away mumbling something under his breath.
"He so likes me." She said. I laughed and walked away. "What?" She said as she followed me.
As we walked back to Cee, I looked under the mistletoe...Jesse was still there...
With another girl.
Ok...should I continue? Yes, no, maybe so?
Love you guys and MERRY CHRISTMAS!
And if you don't celebrate Christmas, then happy that holiday! Or, let's just say this...
Happy Chrismahanakwanzika!
Oh, yeah, and I know I used this whole "Orlando Bloom" thing before, but I couldn't resist not putting it back in to another story...I'm obsessed...what can I say? This will probably be the last chapter he's in though. Sorry I put that in two stories!!
XOXOXO
-SASTMJ