a/n: Here's Chapter 2. I hope you like it. It's longer. Please review...

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Chapter 2

I frantically ran around in the kitchen trying to get dinner finished. My family was coming over for dinner and knowing Andy, he'd criticize my sweet cooking skills. Everything had to be perfect.
Tonight was also the night I was telling everyone about my new internship!

I decided to make spaghetti because it was easy.

We all know that I'm no Martha Stewart.

Jesse was out getting the final grocery's I needed to finish this stupid dinner.

Meanwhile, as everything was cooking, I decided to go change my clothes for the dinner. I'm sure Brad or Jake wouldn't dress up or anything, but I was the host.
I changed into my little tight black dress, added a little hairspray to my hair, and retouched my makeup.

As I walked back into the kitchen, I jumped a mile and almost wet myself. A man was standing at the counter chopping some carrots. This man however, was dead.

No big deal right?

Being a mediator, this wasn't new, however when you haven't spoken or helped any ghosts since your dead boyfriend amazingly took a breathe, it was surprising.

''You are?'' I asked walking up to him. He was tall and rather good looking with shaggy brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and a perfect face.
''Ryan'' he smiled at me. ''Just Ryan''

This annoyed me. I hate when ghosts try to befriend me when all I want to do is help them move on.
This especially annoyed me today when I just wanted to finish the dinner.

OH, and that I'd been almost 4 years ghost free.

It was like smoking. Except Jesse was my patch.

That was random.

''Well 'just Ryan' what seems to be your deal?'' I asked folding my arms. I was being rude but I didn't have time to chit chat.

''Don't get hurt.'' Ryan replied his handsome smile vanished and replacing it was a pleading look.

I was taken aback. ''Who's going to hurt me?'' I asked.

I proudly admit, I Susannah Simon have not been in any trouble for awhile now.

It feels so damn good, too.

Ryan shrugged with a pleading look into my eyes and vanished.

I sighed. I took a moment and leaned over on my elbows to think. Who would hurt me?

Better yet, why would a random ghost just pop up and tell me someone would hurt me?

My thoughts were interrupted though as I heard Jesse's keys fumbling in the door. I decided it'd probably be best to keep the information I just learned from him.

I went back to making the dinner.

''I bought your apples and everything else Querida'' Jesse walked into the kitchen handing me the bag of grocery's.

I set them down and went over and kissed him quickly on the lips.

''Thank you'' I grinned ''Now get ready, they'll be here shortly.''

Jesse sighed. ''After a long day at the hospital querida, all I want to do is rest my tired feet.'' And with that he left the kitchen sat on he couch and tired on the TV. I was left blinking.

See what I mean? Jesse isn't the same Jesse anymore. Still not convinced? Just wait.

I shook off what just happened and started getting out the grocery's he'd just gotten me. I took out the apples and froze. There were only 5. I needed 25. I needed 25 apples to make a pie.

Not 5. Not 6. Not even 16. I needed 25 friggen apples.

This wouldn't even have pissed me off so much If I hadn't taken the liberty of telling Jesse 53321392 times during the day that I needed 25 APPLES!

''Jesse'' I sternly called walking with the bag of 5 APPLES in my hand. I stood in the doorway of the kitchen. Jesse didn't even bother to listen as he was caught up in his Med channel shows.
''Jesse, I told you I needed 25 apples and you only got me 5.'' I held up the apples in front of my face.

Jesse looked at the apples for about a millisecond. ''Then use 5'' he replied still watching his show.

''I can't use 5 apples for a pie, I need 25.'' I replied know-it-allish.

''Then don't make a pie.'' Jesse mocked my voice.

I sighed. This is what our conversations have come down to. Petty little stupid arguments.

''Then what will we have for desert?'' I asked trying to remain as calm as possible. Truthfully my insides were being torn apart.

''We don't need desert then. From the looks of it, your brothers sure don't'' Jesse finally looked up at me from where he was sitting. '' Just use the apples for a center piece or something.''

DID MY BOYFRIEND JUST TELL ME TO MAKE A CENTERPIECE WITH APPLES?

And he called my family fat!

I stared open mouth at him and finally muttered ''I'd go get dressed if I were you. They'll be here any second.'' I turned around and stomped back into the kitchen. I threw the bag of apples in the sink and went back to the stupid pasta.

Jesse must have sensed my anger because moments later he slowly walked in.

''I don't want to talk about this now..just get dressed. '' I said calmly. Jesse sighed and walked out of the kitchen. I heard the bedroom door slam.

I sighed. Everything seemed to be going wrong.