Hey guys! I decided to start another story about Suze and Jesse. This will be a Suze/Jesse fanfic. To make something clear Jesse isn't a ghost and is alive, but is a mediator. You guys know I don't own anything in here so I'm not even going to bother putting a disclaimer.

Hope you guys like it.

And I proudly introduce Ballet Folklorico: 1850 Style.

Chapter 1 Beginnings

"Hey Suze wait up will ya!" I heard Ceecee cry from behind me.

"Hey Cee." I was walking towards the parking lot so I could get home with my three step-brothers.

"What do you think about the flyer that we got in Homeroom? You gonna sign up?" Ceecee never gives up on her journalistic personality. You're probably wondering about the flyer. Well in homeroom we were all handed a flyer that had an after school activity and it was Mexican dancing called Ballet Folklorico.

"Maybe, it sounds like fun. Plus, my mom has been nagging me to join some kind of after school activity." Which is true. Mom hasn't stopped telling me that I need to do more things to occupy my time so don't get into as much trouble as I used to back in New York. Like I can help it.

Let me explain. I'm what's called a Mediator. Mediators are liaisons between life and the afterlife. In English I help ghosts move on to Heaven, Hell, or be reincarnated, who knows. Plus, I can speak, see, and touch the undead. So the reason I would get into so much trouble back in New York was because I was helping ghosts move on. So I had to bend the law a bit to help them and would sometimes get caught and would be brought home by the great defenders of the New York PD.

Note the sarcasm. (A/N: I do have the greatest respect for the NYPD.)

"How about you?"

"Can't. The paper takes up too much of time, but you should do it Suze."

"I'll think about it and ask my mom."

"Suze get over here now or we'll leave without you." Stupid Dopey. I rolled my eyes at him. Could he not think of any other threat? "Gotta go Cee, I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay, bye Simon."

"So Suzie how was your day?"

"Fine." I was still thinking about taking the class, but wasn't sure yet.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Oh I just remembered, there's going to be an after school dance class. Can I join?" I guess it would be fun to learn a new type of dance.

"Of course Suzie. When, where, what kind of dance, and how much?" Geesh I just now decide I want to take the class and she's already asking a million questions.

"It's Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday. The class is free, but you do have to buy the dance supplies and the class is held at school. Ballet Folk- Folkor-. Well I can't pronounce it, but it's a type of Latin dancing." I don't how Spanish speakers say it.

"Oh alright that sounds like fun. When does it start?"

"Today's Monday so it starts Thursday so the people can sign up and buy the stuff."

"Do you have the list? If you do we can go shopping tomorrow."

"Alright." I was getting a little light headed. "Mom can I be excused? I don't feel well."

"Sure Suzie." I got up with my plate and walked to the kitchen. I placed my plate in the sink and walked upstairs. I open the door to my room and went to go put on some pajamas. I crawled in bed and fell asleep.

This is so boring. I'm in History learning about useless junk. I looked over at the clock- yes! 12:00 o'clock. The class got up and filed out. I made my way towards the office so I could sign up for dance. I saw the sign up sheet and was going to grab the pen when I saw someone else get it.

"Hey, do you mind waiting for your turn." He turned to look at me. WOW. That is all I have to say. He's gorgeous with his olive colored skin and chocolate eyes.

"I'm sorry. I didn't see that you were also going to join the Ballet Folklorico class."

I am just so coordinated with the other sex that all came out was, "So that's how you pronounce it." I know, smooth, huh?

"Hope to see you on Thursday…."

"Oh Suze Simon."

"Is Suze short for Susan?"

"Um no, it's short for Susannah. You know like that one song 'Don't cry for me.'"

That's just great Suze. Tell him that your name's in a song written in the gold rush. "Well Susannah, I hope to see on Thursday." On his way out I could have sworn that he was whistling the song, but I was probably just imagining it.

Do you love it? Do you like it? Or do you hate it? Tell me please, but be nice because I'm very fragile and don't take rejection well. Any way review por favor.

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