Chapter 8:

Dori-tori- it is quite cute about the whole I love him but I don't know his last name, thanks for picking up on it, I just don't want them to move too quickly because, as everyone knows, life isn't a fairy tale, not everything you think you want will come true but everything happens for a reason. Hope you like this chapter, lots of Jesse and Suze.

Signs?

Jesse: Yellow-Coldplay (This song is truly amazing, if you get what I mean by what happens at the end I think you'll know who sent the thing!)

Suze: Blondie One Way Or Another (At the end, One Way or another she wants to find out and get something/ someone –wink, wink.-

Eventually, when the crowd had died down on who wanted to see me in hospital, my mum, Andy, Brad, Jake and David had all gone god knows where while I, sat alone in a lonely, cold hospital bed at 6pm, I was in a teen ward.

Not good.

There's a posh snooty freak who moans frickin' ALL day. Her name is Heather, and I sometimes think.

Would anyone give a shit if she bloody died?

According to my calculations no.

Other than her 'Royal' mother who thinks she's It, who thinks I'm a homeless teen. Who's going to become pregnant next month, or year.

Ummm, hello! I didn't ask for a Mystic Meg!!

Or a stuck up old hag.

The next girl was a slag.

A very big slag indeed.

I may have to come up with a better word than slag in my lonely time in this lame excuse for a hospital.

It's horrible!

I mean, the toast is so chewy that I could probably bounce it off the walls and use it as a rubber bouncy ball.

That is no understatement.

Believe me!

Yeah, anyway. She was so superficial I could laugh.

I really could.

And probably will.

The girl who is next to me . Well, I actually like her. A lot.

She albino. Her name is Cee Cee. She's in her for severe burning on her skin.

She's such a nice girl.

The doctor said that it will most likely scar because of her skin tone and her immune system can't produce enough blood cells or something to help repair the tissue.

I mean, heather is only in her because her leg is cut, a lot because of glass bottles at a party or something like that.

And Kelly is in here for abuse. She's got a lot of bruising on her body.

Yet she acts like another version of Heathers mom, but in slag version.

It's sickening.

It really is.

So

Its visiting hours, and what a surprise. I'm lonely.

Yet again.

I never told anyone the real reason I'm in here, not even the doctors.

The only person who knows is Paul and-

"Susannah!" Jesse came strolling through the ward door.

Jesse.

Speaking of which, looked hot!

In black jeans and white button up top rolled to the elbow.

Nice, very nice.

But it's not so nice when slaggy and snooty are eyeing up my man.

Well I want him to be my man.

That's another thing. He never talks about the kiss we shared at the forest, or the supply closet.

He just doesn't talk about anything related to that, because I'm fragile.

I can see deep down inside of him he is concerned that I'm scared of males and he just doesn't want to inflict any damage on me.

Because, he promised.

I smiled at him as he grabbed a blue, plastic chair, pulled the curtains and sit down

What? It's not my fault I require privacy.

"I got you flowers." He whispered in my ear, tucking a strand of hair away from my face, I smiled again.

"You didn't." He grinned and presented me with a bouquet of white tulips.

Even if I do say so myself.

They looked beautiful.

He placed them on top of the cabinet beside me; it had a vase and everything.

"Aww, Jesse. That's so sweet. Thank you."

"No problem Susannah."

"Suze."

"Susannah."

"Suze."

"Susannah." This time he whispered it, very close to me. His lips were ghosting over my right side of my jaw.

"To me, your name is Susannah."

"Urmmmmeppmr." That's all that came out of my mouth, Jesse laughed, his breath hugged my cheeks as they slowly started to go red.

I've thought it before and I'm thinking it now.

I'm such a sad excuse for a human.

He thinks I'm fragile, but still teases me and kisses me.

Not like I'm complaining. But why?

He dragged his nose up the side of my face and back down to my ear.

"Susannah, Susannah, Susannah. What am I going to do with you?" I bit my lip as his breathe circled my ear.

Oh how I wish I haven't got a leg cast, or that we were in the hospital.

A girl could dream, right?

"What are you going to do." I whispered uncertainly.

"I've got a few ideas." I could feel his smiled on my cheek due to his closeness.

Is it me or is it getting hot in here?

You know that song: "it's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes."

That's what's going through my mind.

"So when will you be out?" Jesse asked finally, leaning back in his chair.

"Two days." I finally felt my cheeks beginning to go back to their original colour.

"What's your last name?" I know it's random but I need to know!

"de Silva." Mmmm, dreamy. "Yours?"

"It's plain and boring." I said.

"What? Susannah Plain And Boring, is that your name?" I giggled and tapped Jesse on the shoulder.

"Of course it's not, it's Simon."

"I prefer the other one." I giggled again. He smirked. It was at that moment I noticed him. Not just for his looks but his kindness as well, how smart, funny, polite, kind he really is, and his liquid eyes that absorb you into his mind, his personality, his life.

"So, Susannah, when you come out I would like to know more about you." He said calmly coming closer.

Oh boy...

"Yeah...I would like that too." I managed to get out as his hand trailed where his nose had been moments ago up the side of my cheek and fiddling with the hair behind my ears.

"So, I was thinking." I began as he began to trace random patterns on my face. /

This guy is confusing me, maybe he's stringing me on some more, but why would he do this. /what are we, friends, friends with benefits, boyfriend and girlfriend?

"Jesse, we need to talk." He nodded and sat back.

"It's just-"

"Will all visitors please leave,leave; visiting times are now finished for the day. Thank you." Called a voice behind the curtains.

"I'll see you tomorrow Susannah." I nodded and Jesse took my hand and kissed y knuckle, looking into his eyes.

I'm so confused!

"Goodbye." He nodded, opened the curtain, closed them again and was gone, as soon as I knew he woudn't be able to hear me I grabbed my phone from the cabinet and scrolled through my contacts till I came to Gina.

She answered on the third ring.

"Suze, Oh. My. God. Jesse was there wasn't he? What happened? Did he kiss you? Did you kiss him? Did he marry-"

"Gina, you're such a drama queen, no it's just imp so confused, anyone who saw us would think we're a couple, he brought me flowers and then he started whispering in my ear then lightly dragging his nose up the side of my face." I whisper-yelled, didn't want anyone else to hear.

"O-M-G!"

"And then he was like Susannah, Susannah, Susannah, what am I going to with you. And some point in the conversation I made a noise that sounded like a rat was being strangled and being haunted by the Grudge."

"That's a scary movie."

"Gina!"

"Oh! Sorry."

"And then I was like we need to talk then visiting times were over and he kissed my hand and I called you and told you the story and I've going to finish the story...now!"

"You're very...Edgy, aren't you?"

"He treats me like I'm going to break one minute, then is teasing me, another. I swear he has multiple personality disorder."

"Sounds like it." She giggled; I couldn't help but laugh along with her.

"Well, I have to go Gina, quite tired after what has happened just today."

"Okay, well if you get texted by someone special, happy early birthday."

"W-what Gina?" Of course, the line goes dead when I don't have a clue what she's talking about.

I swear she's on drugs.

Speaking of texts...

Quidera,

though the wind blows tonight.

I can only think of you.

So lie down, turn out that light.

And know.

I am thinking of you tonight.

From unknown number

Stupid phone!

Wow, what a mysterious message.

And what the hell does quidera mean.

Is it some kind of coded word for moron, or idiot.

It could be Paul!

Or a rapist!

Or a paedophile!

Or Gina!

Look, I know Gina is not a pedo but she said if you get a text happy early birthday present.

So in conclusion, my early birthday present is a message that could say I'm and idiot/moron from a pedo/rapist.

Nice...

Is this a sign?

I'm quite angry that after the last three consecutive chapters I've only got about 4 reviews for 3 chapters, so I was hoping I could get some more this time.

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