disclaimer: i do not own the mediator serises they r owned by Meg Cabot. oh! and any time jesse says "chandelier" it will be pronounced like it looks, u no, that the ch acually make a ch sound. every 1 else pronounces it rite thO.

this story was inspired by my sister who changed her fanfic name and confused me!

anywA...

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SPOV

"Not a problem, he said. "Would you like a book or something? Your homework mabye? Or I could read to you--"

He lifted up The Critical Theory Since Plato.

Since when does Jesse want to read to me? I thought he hated me, seeing how he has been avoiding me since our kiss.

"Okay..." I said awkwardly. I wasn't really looking forward to hearing anything about The Critical Theory Since Plato. I had no idea what that was anyway, and I really didn't want to. "Would you possibly be willing to read something a little less...boring?" I said hoping I wasn't hurting his feelings.

When a little bit of hurt crossed his face I quickly added "Not that you don't pick out good books, but there are others I'd rather read."

"Um, sure! How about A Million Uses For Diamonds?" Jesse asked excitedly. Where does he get his books?

"That sounds good." I said. Not that I really needed to know the many uses for diamonds, I don't own any, anyway. But I decided to be a good sport.

So Jesse began to read. "The first way to use your diamonds is to use them in jewlery..." I had began to doze off. This was the perfect time to anyway. I mean, I was tired and it seemed like Jese was reading me a bedtime story. This I could get used to.

"They can also be used to make chandeliers."

"What's a "chandelier"?" I asked.

"It's like a bunch of light bulbs hanging from a celing. See?" Jesse said as he pointed to a picture.

"Jesse, it's pronounced chandelier with a sh sound not a ch sound." I corrected him.

"But it has ch at the beginning not sh." Jesse argued.

"It's shandelier, Jesse."

"No, it's chandleir. I think you are mistaken, querida."

"Jesse, lets face it, you are wrong and I am right."

"Nu uh." he said putting the book down on my bed, careful to avoid my poor, blistured, burnt feet.

"Uh hu!"

"Nu uh!"

"Uh hu!"

"Who are you arguing with?" my mom said as she came barging through the door to my bedroom. "And who is Jesse?"

Uh oh! "A friend of CeeCee's!" I said quickely, picking up the phone. " No, you are wrong Jesse give it up!" I said into the phone.

"Alright," my mom said in an unsure voice.

Then as she was about to leave, I yelled "Wait! How to do you pronounce that word?" while pointing to the page that Jesse had been reading off of.

"It's pronounced shandelier." she answered.

"Thanks mom!" I shouted as she left.

Then I turned to Jesse and said. "I told you so! I told you so!"

"Okay so you were right," Jesse admitted. "But they should spell stuff how they want it to sound!"

I can't believe that I was getting this from Jesse who never spells or pronounces anything wrong! I told him this and he gave me a look thaat said I get it, so you can stop now.

"What I can't believe is that your mother didn't notice your feet at all." Jesse said. He was right about that. I can't believe that my own mother didn't notice my poor feet! Oh well, she'll find out as soon as they call me down for supper.

It was as I thought this that Doc came in and informed me that it was time for supper.

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