Ch 12 Stable Adventure
A/N: Ohmygawd, I feel SOOO loved, thank you for all the reviews!! You don't know, HOW much this means to me. I have a NEW inspiration...: D
I hoped you like that last chapter because I did! Please read and review! Like, right AFTER you read this, please!??!?!
Just to let you know, my story's almost over but this is not the end. I'm thinking of adding eight more chapters, what do you think? Please tell me!!!!
Oh, and just to remind you, she's been like this since a Tuesday, and she's been out until Wednesday morning, got kissed and she's got TWO days 'til the party at Kelly's and let me tell you...that plays a major part in this, WINK, WINK!!! This chapter is totally PG/ Pg-13 for ONE part.
When Jesse does that one thing, think slow song and if you think of good songs that go good with the moods in my story, tell me.
PLEASE? For this song, the best song to play while you're reading is Jessica Simpson's I Wanna Love you Forever.
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Suze's POV
I am SO good at playing dead. For real, I mean, here's my mom, bawling her eyes out and here I am, just lying there as if I'm watching a show. When should I "magically" wake up, seem surprised and, and-
Never mind.
Yeah, my eyes are closed but still I open them every once in a while to see all these familiar faces, all tear-stained and grieved looking.
Honestly, I'm okay!
What's there to worry about?
Yeah, so I'm wearing a hospital gown and not looking so "on top of the weather" (HEY, then what IS the opposite of "under the weather", huh?)
I mean, ever since, Jesse kissed me again, which was five hours ago. I've checked while I could since people are watching me like a hawk, twenty-four seven.
After I ignored the pain a little, I drifted off to La-La Land and then I dreamed a really, really weird dream. ***But let me tell you, it was weird
and bad at the same time. I don't get it. Really, I don't.
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***I'm in a long...corridor (I thought I'd stop dreaming of that place!) lined with doors. I see Jesse and his bright aura, not too far away from me, asking Father Dominic to exorcise him and Father Dom squirting all this holy water everywhere.
Soon, the ground is completely wet and you have to watch your step or you might slip, and who knows, you might go into the "Light" or the "Doors" as Mr. Gladiator would say.
I go against the wall, trying to listen and avoid the "Doors" and the "Light" that I don't see at all.
Jesse begs Father Dom but he refuses then Jesse holds a fit and goes into all this detail of being like a rag doll.
Then they start talking about politics; you heard me; politics. As in "VOTE FOR ME, _______the future president of the USA, I'm a democratic/republican dude."
Father Dom finally wins over who is better, democratic dude.
Whatever.
All of a sudden, there's light from the starry sky. I'm telling you the truth; light.
There's like a little spot light thingy and it makes its way, shining onto Jesse.
For once in my short and miserable life, I see the light that the Gladiator/Guard dude was talking about. The spectral "light" is cool looking and blinding.
It's really bright, way bright. So bright that I have to cover my eyes slightly, then I had sunglasses on for some reason. Don't ask me why don't ask me how, they got were on my eyes. They were cool, purple tinted Ray Bans. I'm not kidding.
The light is a bluish-pale, florescent light and it wrapped around Jesse. Jesse didn't seem to notice and continued talking to Father Dom.
He turns around and stares at the wall and stutters.
Then I notice that Jesse's glow is gone.
Jesse feels his pulse, neck and chest. He's got a heartbeat.
Jesse was alive.
If only if that were true.
Sigh*...
He rushes out and me still daydreaming in my dream, bumps into me.
"Susannah! What are you doing in here?" he asked me.
"I err...listen, are you alive?" I tried to change the subject.
Before he could answer, another person ruins it; Father Dominic.
"SUSANNAH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? WHO EXORCISED YOU?"-Then out of the blue, he said-"Susannah, you can't go to the party. I know you love Paul, but you have to go to the party with Crissi."
Wait-wasn't he in the rectory? And how did he know about Crissi? Why did he sound like my mother? Freakish!
He even began to transform, into Crissi and his priest robes turned into fishnets, jeans and a tank top.
"Hi SUZIE, hi Jesse de Hottie, my house, be there, ten o' clock. Buh-bye." (The Marilyn Monroe Buh-bye.)
Then Crissi turned into mom.
"DON'T FORGET THE CONDOMS! Remember, put it on gently or else it hurts the boy and you don't want that!" she screamed. "Have a good time with Jesse!"
God, how embarrassing, shoot me and get it over with.
Gee, what the heck's going on?
Then I'm in my room and Jesse's holding my hand. Then we kiss. Everything's perfect when all of a sudden;
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY PAWN? WHAT IN THE HECK DID YOU DO TO HIM? HE'S SUFFERING AND DYING AND IT'S ALL-YOUR-FAULT!!!!"
It's Pawn lady and she's madder than ever. She grabs me by the neck and holding up a cleaver, hisses, "Goodbye shifter, I had had enough of you." She raised the butcher knife, covered in something that looked horribly like blood and-
"GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I scream. "MOM! I can't go to that date with Paul; I have to go with Brad and Crissi..." I look wildly around and meet the eyes of my family, excluding Mom (And Jesse...) Even Cee Cee and Adam were here, him with a very good tan may I say.
"Mom's not here right now, she left to see the city therapist for Crissi, Mom say's she hallucinating."
It was Jake.
"Where's-" I started only to be interrupted by Brad.
"He left to chill." Brad said quickly, only to get puzzled looks from everyone else but I knew what Brad meant; Jesse went to "compose himself" I guess after what happened. It's kind of hard to guess things since your eyes were mostly closed the whole time. The room was so bright, compared to the darkness I was in; I shielded my eyes slightly with my arm.
"What's today?" I croaked. I feared the worst; that I couldn't go to that party and figure out the Pawn mystery in time and never be able to wear a prom dress with Jesse. Hey-a girl can dream you know.
"Today's Wednesday and you've been out cold for a day. We came early because we heard the news." Andy finished for me. "But you made it. The house isn't that bad after that robber came, from what Brad says, you tried to defend them one on one and won, really. They didn't even steal things!"
I ignored Andy and looked around.
Let's see...Andy (looking happy and relieved), Jake (Looking awake and relieved also, weird...), David (holding a palm pilot and biting his nails), Cee Cee (staring longingly at Adam, who which I shall repeat, looks hot with his tan), Adam (looking hot...but made for Cee Cee.), and then...
Paul.
Oh my gosh, Paul! The traitor! You didn't know how much I loathed him at the time.
"Hey Suze, miss me?" I backed away from him and mumbled, "Go away, I'm recovering."
Paul, acting mildly surprised looked around and before he could reply, in burst my mom, racing towards me and I fearing the worst.
"OH SUZIE! I'VE MISSED YOU! I've got to review my list...I'm so glad you're back!" Then, while hugging me, she went through the whole list I heard, for example; "You can go out with ANYONE, you have no curfew," etc. Cool, huh?
Not. Especially when it's not Jesse who mom is talking about.
I sat up gingerly, feeling the bruise on my stomach, then to my new stylish stitches. Gosh, can't wait to kick that old prune's bony butt from here to Tampa...I'll be ready.
"Don't worry, Suzie, it'll go away. Oh my gosh, you're alive! Oh...sweetie..."
I looked to my left and saw a shadow behind the curtain blocking me from everyone, walking quickly. The curtain moved as a tall, Latino looking teenager with a t-shirt, shorts and sandals on walked in. He walked past everyone and I felt my heart drop.
I couldn't believe it.
The hottest guy was right here.
A once dead, but hot guy was alive in front of me.
Like in my dream.
Wait-that was no dream...
It was reality.
And I knew that what I was seeing was true.
He was a breathing person that everyone could see.
Even my mother
It was Jesse.
My Jesse.
Alive.
Oh my God.
Jesse.
I could even see him chest rising up and down and I could tell he had been RUNNING.
Not disappearing or anything, no.
He was alive.
That's why.
My wonderful Jesse was alive and breathing.
And these were the first words out of my mouth-"Jesse. Oh, Jesse...you're-well." I finished lamely.
"Suze, you know this guy?" David asked. I nodded.
"Everyone, this is Jesse de Silva," The love of my life, I wanted to add, but not in front of everyone, including Jesse. I couldn't say it. I just couldn't admit it.
David looked at me and a look of comprehension dawned on his face. "*Oh...that Jesse, the dead dude, right?*"
Then Jesse did something that made Paul go red with anger, Mom flush happily, David recoil, Brad hoot with laughter, and Jake ask if Jesse was in a gang too.
He kissed me.
On the lips.
With some tongue, may I say?
When we finished, I blushed furiously and said, "I know him, he's my boyfriend." When Jesse raised his eyebrows, I whispered in his ear, "Work with it." And I meant it in five different ways.
I knew what my mom was about to say, "What about Paul?" but she didn't, not in front of Paul and Jesse. I could just tell that she was so proud of me and was going to go into a dating lecture and all that mushy stuff and why did I keep Jesse away and all that other crap.
Instead, I got up gingerly. (I could tell that my mom wasn't too happy) I handed Jesse my ivy fluid pole and I shouted. "Can I go now?"
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I got freedom.
Just after that little session. Paul left disgustedly and meanwhile, Jesse and I were talking, about how this happened. He didn't know which was fine by me.
Fine by me...
We weren't boyfriend-girlfriend yet. That was what spoiled it all, sadly.
As we loaded up the car, Jesse carried me all that way to the car and out. I was in a wheelchair and then as I tried to get up, I slipped and fell; landing in Jesse's arms.
You know, we could pass for a BF and GF. Seriously.
The way we were acting, how it seemed like we knew each other since ever...even my mom fell for it.
Yeah.
So then, I being all weak was carried by Jesse and I ended up sitting on the chair next to him in the back, my head resting in his lap.
Joy!!! I was like hyperventilating and adjusting my shirt and all (Mom had to run home, get me a new shirt since the other one was ruined and she just so happened to grab the most low-cut shirt I had)
"That was the last time I leave things to you alone." Jesse whispered playfully. You could tell that we were enjoying this whole, "We are boyfriend-girlfriend" act.
I giggled and punched him gently. Seriously, I GIGGLED. Okay? Look what happens when a guy gets to your head. Don't let this happen to you.
"Hey Suze-" It was Brad. Obviously, things were back to normal and we were all acting as if nothing happened. "You do know that the back is the make-out place, right?"
A second later, he was saying, "Owww, I want to see the doctor."
We got home and as I went to my room, I noticed a spare bed next to the window seat. I turned around to see Jesse hauling all this stuff to my room. I run over to him and carry it to my bed and open its contents; out flood new, male clothing and crap.
Hmmm...
"Hey Jesse, why's there a bed? And what's with the clothes?"
Jesse smiled. This was the first time I had ever seen him so happy. He actually was grinning and jumping around. "I'm staying here since your mom granted her approval. Given that I don't have a family and I've lived here for over a hundred years, I'll be here for a little while. And when we are in the presence of each other's company, we can just be friends."
God, this was turning out to be the best week ever, without the "just be friends" part.
Awesome...
"Yay!" I shouted. I glanced around, noticing how messy my room was. "I guess we're roommates. Awesome. Just, you have to clean after yourself."
Jesse laughed a really nice laugh. "I doubt it, I'm rather clean. Also, I think you should be cleaning up your room." He walked over to the side of my bed, bent down (I shall not stare at his nice butt, I shall NOT stare at his nice butt, I shall-screw this!) and pick up something and he threw it at me. It hit me square in the face and I laughed, took it off my face and stopped laughing. Not only because it was hurting my chest (with the stitches), but because it was my dirty underwear. Shit.
I felt myself flush and then I smiled modestly. I walked over to his luggage that he had just brought. "Oh yeah?" I took out something, looked at it, puzzled and flung it at Jesse's face. "You shouldn't be leaving THIS in my room." He caught it and held it in his hand. I didn't know what it was but it looked scary. He turned red. "Susannah, you shouldn't be touching this." And he shoved it roughly in an extra drawer of Andy's which we put in my room.
"What is it?" I asked. He shook his head and raked a tan hand through his hair. "Nombre de Dios, Susannah." Then he took out a ball, in order to change the subject.
"Can we play something in your room?" he asked. I nodded.
"Nothing valuable. Let's play tackle football!" I shouted. He looked at me oddly.
"What is that?" he asked.
"It's a rough sport," I said enthusiastically. "See, you need more people but for now, let's practice tackling. It's-" Jesse put his hand over my mouth and smiled. "Anything else?" he asked.
"Well... we can go to the stables. I'll introduce you to the horses- unless you already know them all." I said after pushing his hand aside. His hand was warm and very nice...
STOP IT SUZE!
"Sure, but we must be home before dinner; or else Andy won't be pleased."
Jesse and I, for show, walked hand in hand, arm in arm, all the way to the stables in case mom was watching me. Only, I knew that I wasn't doing it for show. I was doing it because I actually loved him. I wished that he felt the same way about me. You don't know how happy I am to have Jesse alive, you really don't know. It may not seem like I do but I really do...really.
I leaned against Jesse's chest as my mom waved goodbye. He is like, two heads taller than me you know.
It is fifteen minutes away from my house to the stables where they keep the cute little ponies and horses but that's enough time to get some news out of Jesse. I had never told him my dream...especially the part where he asks Father Dominic to exorcise him.
"So, do you like being alive?" I asked.
Jesse grinned widely, showing clear pleasure and pearly whites. I felt my heart jolt; was he smiling because I was so near? "I love every minute of it. It's been a while since I breathed. But the air seems more...heavy since the last time I remember it."
I rolled my eyes. "Duh, you haven't breathed for a WHILE. Besides, you are right; the world's getting polluted." I noticed Jesse winced a little and then looked at me in the eye.
"Susannah, I don't know-I don't know why I'm alive, it's just that, I was so mad, and then all of a sudden...I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection. It just happened. I was so mad at God too that I guess he felt compassion for me and gave me life again."
I was speechless. I couldn't think, really, I couldn't. Here's this hot, I mean FINE Latino teenager dude and he's all Christian and...
Sigh.
Suddenly, I saw the stables. Pulling Jesse roughly, we ran together to the stable house.
I went to the front desk. "Hi there, Susannah Simon, I'm registered, and I want two-"
"One full-grown stallion," Jesse finished for me. I gaped at him as the lady asked, "Professional or beginner?" Jesse answered professional and I continued staring at him.
One full-grown horse! I was going to sit on the same horse as Jesse. Yeah! It doesn't seem like a big deal but it is for me! Jesse cares about me...come on...he should admit it.
"Western, general, racing, jumping, or English style saddle?"
"Western. Do you have races and jumps here too?"
"Sure thing. Okay, you can get Wild Fire. He's a stallion, very nice and friendly, a nice, soft cream coat. He's got a long back for a Galiceno so you don't have to be stiff. (A/N: LOOK IT UP! IT'S a horse) they originate from Mexico by the Spanish and they have been spreading north to the US since 1950. He's a popular ranch horse and very, very smart. You have, three hours. It's three thirty, see you back here at six thirty."
We all thanked her and left to stable number twelve and my jaw dropped. I saw the most beautiful horse ever; he was tall and had a beautiful long mane and had the brownest eyes, but not as dark as Jesse's. I heard Jesse say something in Spanish and go up to Wild Fire and pat his neck. Wild Fire had a star on his face and he snorted a little. What a regal horse. This horse wasn't really that tall, compared to the horse next to him but I loved him all the same. He was groomed and everything. Wild Fire was perfect; just that, he wasn't saddled.
Joy... I have no clue how to put these saddle things on.
Yeah, he had a saddle, but it wasn't on him, or the bridle, or the bit.
Jesse seemed to notice my slight worry and asked what was wrong. I told him and he laughed.
Okay? He laughed.
"Susannah...do I look like I was born yesterday? I had to do this since I was four. Come on. I'll teach you."
He pulled me closer and I watched him gracefully put on the saddle, bridle, etc as if he did it everyday which he DID.
"Susannah, hurry up, don't tell me that you're scared!" he was half laughing as he said that.
"Hell no, it's just that-I haven't ridden a horse in...a while." I was about to hop on when I saw Wild Fire's hoof. Okay...
"You haven't ridden a horse in a while? What about me?" I had to agree there.
Then all of a sudden, I felt arms around my waist, my feet leave the ground, and my butt hit the saddle.
"Ouch,"
Then Jesse swung on and grabbed the reins, clucked and whispered in the horse's ear and then Wild Fire went forward; fast. I was nestled between Jesse and the horse's head and I could smell his detergent and horse conditioner. I leaned against Jesse, watching the plain go past in a whir, I hoped this lasted forever and then we stopped in a forest that had a sign that said, "NO TRESSPASSING!"
"Jesse, what are you doing?" I asked as he swung off and grabbed my hand.
"Come on. I know this forest well." He tugged on my hand so I leapt off, careful to see if I saw any poison oak. Gosh, this is an adventurous Jesse, unlike the one I knew in my room.
We went past the sign and with Jesse in the lead; he pulled me further and further until I couldn't see the plain.
"Jesse," I hissed. "Where are you taking me?"
He smiled mysteriously. "You'll see querida."
I grumbled and crossed my arms. "This had better be good. Anyway, do you have a watch?" I asked.
Jesse looked at my eyes and I felt myself go to mush. "No, I don't, but your mother won't mind." His dark, eyes...
I trusted him, really I did. "Okay..."
Then I heard the sound of water which was odd for the nearest source of water is the ocean, which we were miles away from.
"Jesse, where are we?" I asked suspiciously.
"You'll see...if you don't cooperate, am I going to have to carry you? We're almost there."
Then I gasped. I saw the most beautiful sight ever.
Jesse's POV
I have decided to tell her my true feelings for her, so I decided to do it somewhere private. Since I HAVE been dead for over a hundred years, I knew the place very well, and a secret...
As we turned the corner, I heard Susannah gasp, and she was right to.
For in front of us, was a beautiful waterfall and a lovely view of the sun, when the sun is high in the sky at noon, it shines on the clear water and creates a rainbow. It's not too sunny, because there is a lot of shade, yet bright enough to remain beautiful. The pool where the water fall is small and rather shallow, waist deep and infested with fish and wildlife, and for querida's sake; NO poison oak. And in the evening, the water is cool, refreshing and soothing. You even can see the sunset from here and behind the waterfall is a cave and an almost like balcony that overlooks the area from a high view. I have decided that this should be Susannah and my secret, since she was my querida.
"Susannah, come with me." I put her hand in mine and we went inside the waterfall into the blue, lit cavern. The water hit the rocks and made a loud, peaceful noise.
"Wow Jesse, it's beautiful." She said looking around.
"Yes it is, like you." I mumbled as I tried to hide my diary which I left there earlier, completely forgetting about it and that I had left it there.
She noticed and heard what I had said. "What? Me-beautiful? Yeah right, now Jesse, what do you have there?" she asked and tried to grab it. I held it over my head but then she did something unexpected; she kissed my cheek and while I was in a state of shock, she grabbed the diary. (I call it a diary for it has 'personal', really private information.)
"No! Susannah, don't!" I cried then I grabbed her shoulder and pinned her against the wall. Then I grabbed the diary and fled. All of a sudden, I was pulled down and Susannah hung onto my leg and literally tackled me. As I was on the ground, she tried to read the newest entry of my journal.
I didn't mean to, but then I tripped her and she landed on my stomach and my journal flew out of her hands.
The diary teetered on the edge on the cavern and fell into the waterfall. I quickly got up and jumped into the water, closely followed by Susannah. We were soaked and still fighting over the journal when I tugged it hard, and trying not to be too forceful, for this was how I truly felt about her, I kissed her on the lips. She stopped tugging on the book and we were in the middle of the pool kissing each other, waist deep in water, and when it felt like hours, she backed away and looked happy.
"Jesse," she said slyly, "Do you like me or something?"
I didn't respond, instead I started mounting our horse. "Do you?" she asked again.
She held down the strap I was trying to tie around Wild Fire's stomach. I looked down at her. Her hair was sopping, and so were her clothes and unfortunately, she was wearing a white blouse and a pair of blue jeans. I looked down at myself and felt water sliding down my face, my shirt stick onto me as well as my pants.
"Querida," I said quietly, trying to find the words. I mean-" I looked at the sky, noticing how low the sun was-"Look at the time! We're late!" Then I got onto the horse, pulled her up and said, "I'll tell you later-" –I pocketed the diary and I saw her eye it-"Let's go home before we're late for dinner."
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We were late. Luckily, Susannah's mother didn't mind, she just let us continue eating without interruptions.
After we ate, I left the dinner table early, to write more in my journal. I had been writing in my journal ever since I learned how to write and I use to always show my the eldest sister my diary entry and she'd always applaud and say I was a good writer. As I trudged up the stairs, I heard the sound of pages flipping in Susannah's room. I quickly ran up the stairs and tried to turn the doorknob; it was locked.
"SUSANNAH! OPEN THE DOOR please!" I yelled as I tried to open the door. I heard shuffling around and Susannah call, "Hold on, I'm almost done!"
What?!
I tried to go through the door but I couldn't.
"Susannah, please don't read it! Don't whatever you do, don't read it."
"TOO LATE!"
I sighed heavily. Susannah can be so infuriating. I ran out to Andy's tool shed, rummaged around for a screwdriver or something to open her door with, and then I raced back inside and desperately tried to undo the lock. I heard a click and I flung open the door.
Inside was Susannah.
Reading my journal.
"Susannah!" I shouted and darted over to her, to find that she just finished.
Infierno!!
I slam shut the book. "What are you doing? Can't you hear me?"
But she didn't reply, she got up and asked if I liked her.
To my great relief, Susannah's mom burst in. "Honey, wash your clothes."
Susannah gives me one look of deep disgust and stormed out.
I felt-rejected...
A/N: Well? How is it? I have a reason why Jesse won't tell her that he loves her...REVIEW PLEASE!!!
A/N: Ohmygawd, I feel SOOO loved, thank you for all the reviews!! You don't know, HOW much this means to me. I have a NEW inspiration...: D
I hoped you like that last chapter because I did! Please read and review! Like, right AFTER you read this, please!??!?!
Just to let you know, my story's almost over but this is not the end. I'm thinking of adding eight more chapters, what do you think? Please tell me!!!!
Oh, and just to remind you, she's been like this since a Tuesday, and she's been out until Wednesday morning, got kissed and she's got TWO days 'til the party at Kelly's and let me tell you...that plays a major part in this, WINK, WINK!!! This chapter is totally PG/ Pg-13 for ONE part.
When Jesse does that one thing, think slow song and if you think of good songs that go good with the moods in my story, tell me.
PLEASE? For this song, the best song to play while you're reading is Jessica Simpson's I Wanna Love you Forever.
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Suze's POV
I am SO good at playing dead. For real, I mean, here's my mom, bawling her eyes out and here I am, just lying there as if I'm watching a show. When should I "magically" wake up, seem surprised and, and-
Never mind.
Yeah, my eyes are closed but still I open them every once in a while to see all these familiar faces, all tear-stained and grieved looking.
Honestly, I'm okay!
What's there to worry about?
Yeah, so I'm wearing a hospital gown and not looking so "on top of the weather" (HEY, then what IS the opposite of "under the weather", huh?)
I mean, ever since, Jesse kissed me again, which was five hours ago. I've checked while I could since people are watching me like a hawk, twenty-four seven.
After I ignored the pain a little, I drifted off to La-La Land and then I dreamed a really, really weird dream. ***But let me tell you, it was weird
and bad at the same time. I don't get it. Really, I don't.
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***I'm in a long...corridor (I thought I'd stop dreaming of that place!) lined with doors. I see Jesse and his bright aura, not too far away from me, asking Father Dominic to exorcise him and Father Dom squirting all this holy water everywhere.
Soon, the ground is completely wet and you have to watch your step or you might slip, and who knows, you might go into the "Light" or the "Doors" as Mr. Gladiator would say.
I go against the wall, trying to listen and avoid the "Doors" and the "Light" that I don't see at all.
Jesse begs Father Dom but he refuses then Jesse holds a fit and goes into all this detail of being like a rag doll.
Then they start talking about politics; you heard me; politics. As in "VOTE FOR ME, _______the future president of the USA, I'm a democratic/republican dude."
Father Dom finally wins over who is better, democratic dude.
Whatever.
All of a sudden, there's light from the starry sky. I'm telling you the truth; light.
There's like a little spot light thingy and it makes its way, shining onto Jesse.
For once in my short and miserable life, I see the light that the Gladiator/Guard dude was talking about. The spectral "light" is cool looking and blinding.
It's really bright, way bright. So bright that I have to cover my eyes slightly, then I had sunglasses on for some reason. Don't ask me why don't ask me how, they got were on my eyes. They were cool, purple tinted Ray Bans. I'm not kidding.
The light is a bluish-pale, florescent light and it wrapped around Jesse. Jesse didn't seem to notice and continued talking to Father Dom.
He turns around and stares at the wall and stutters.
Then I notice that Jesse's glow is gone.
Jesse feels his pulse, neck and chest. He's got a heartbeat.
Jesse was alive.
If only if that were true.
Sigh*...
He rushes out and me still daydreaming in my dream, bumps into me.
"Susannah! What are you doing in here?" he asked me.
"I err...listen, are you alive?" I tried to change the subject.
Before he could answer, another person ruins it; Father Dominic.
"SUSANNAH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? WHO EXORCISED YOU?"-Then out of the blue, he said-"Susannah, you can't go to the party. I know you love Paul, but you have to go to the party with Crissi."
Wait-wasn't he in the rectory? And how did he know about Crissi? Why did he sound like my mother? Freakish!
He even began to transform, into Crissi and his priest robes turned into fishnets, jeans and a tank top.
"Hi SUZIE, hi Jesse de Hottie, my house, be there, ten o' clock. Buh-bye." (The Marilyn Monroe Buh-bye.)
Then Crissi turned into mom.
"DON'T FORGET THE CONDOMS! Remember, put it on gently or else it hurts the boy and you don't want that!" she screamed. "Have a good time with Jesse!"
God, how embarrassing, shoot me and get it over with.
Gee, what the heck's going on?
Then I'm in my room and Jesse's holding my hand. Then we kiss. Everything's perfect when all of a sudden;
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY PAWN? WHAT IN THE HECK DID YOU DO TO HIM? HE'S SUFFERING AND DYING AND IT'S ALL-YOUR-FAULT!!!!"
It's Pawn lady and she's madder than ever. She grabs me by the neck and holding up a cleaver, hisses, "Goodbye shifter, I had had enough of you." She raised the butcher knife, covered in something that looked horribly like blood and-
"GAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I scream. "MOM! I can't go to that date with Paul; I have to go with Brad and Crissi..." I look wildly around and meet the eyes of my family, excluding Mom (And Jesse...) Even Cee Cee and Adam were here, him with a very good tan may I say.
"Mom's not here right now, she left to see the city therapist for Crissi, Mom say's she hallucinating."
It was Jake.
"Where's-" I started only to be interrupted by Brad.
"He left to chill." Brad said quickly, only to get puzzled looks from everyone else but I knew what Brad meant; Jesse went to "compose himself" I guess after what happened. It's kind of hard to guess things since your eyes were mostly closed the whole time. The room was so bright, compared to the darkness I was in; I shielded my eyes slightly with my arm.
"What's today?" I croaked. I feared the worst; that I couldn't go to that party and figure out the Pawn mystery in time and never be able to wear a prom dress with Jesse. Hey-a girl can dream you know.
"Today's Wednesday and you've been out cold for a day. We came early because we heard the news." Andy finished for me. "But you made it. The house isn't that bad after that robber came, from what Brad says, you tried to defend them one on one and won, really. They didn't even steal things!"
I ignored Andy and looked around.
Let's see...Andy (looking happy and relieved), Jake (Looking awake and relieved also, weird...), David (holding a palm pilot and biting his nails), Cee Cee (staring longingly at Adam, who which I shall repeat, looks hot with his tan), Adam (looking hot...but made for Cee Cee.), and then...
Paul.
Oh my gosh, Paul! The traitor! You didn't know how much I loathed him at the time.
"Hey Suze, miss me?" I backed away from him and mumbled, "Go away, I'm recovering."
Paul, acting mildly surprised looked around and before he could reply, in burst my mom, racing towards me and I fearing the worst.
"OH SUZIE! I'VE MISSED YOU! I've got to review my list...I'm so glad you're back!" Then, while hugging me, she went through the whole list I heard, for example; "You can go out with ANYONE, you have no curfew," etc. Cool, huh?
Not. Especially when it's not Jesse who mom is talking about.
I sat up gingerly, feeling the bruise on my stomach, then to my new stylish stitches. Gosh, can't wait to kick that old prune's bony butt from here to Tampa...I'll be ready.
"Don't worry, Suzie, it'll go away. Oh my gosh, you're alive! Oh...sweetie..."
I looked to my left and saw a shadow behind the curtain blocking me from everyone, walking quickly. The curtain moved as a tall, Latino looking teenager with a t-shirt, shorts and sandals on walked in. He walked past everyone and I felt my heart drop.
I couldn't believe it.
The hottest guy was right here.
A once dead, but hot guy was alive in front of me.
Like in my dream.
Wait-that was no dream...
It was reality.
And I knew that what I was seeing was true.
He was a breathing person that everyone could see.
Even my mother
It was Jesse.
My Jesse.
Alive.
Oh my God.
Jesse.
I could even see him chest rising up and down and I could tell he had been RUNNING.
Not disappearing or anything, no.
He was alive.
That's why.
My wonderful Jesse was alive and breathing.
And these were the first words out of my mouth-"Jesse. Oh, Jesse...you're-well." I finished lamely.
"Suze, you know this guy?" David asked. I nodded.
"Everyone, this is Jesse de Silva," The love of my life, I wanted to add, but not in front of everyone, including Jesse. I couldn't say it. I just couldn't admit it.
David looked at me and a look of comprehension dawned on his face. "*Oh...that Jesse, the dead dude, right?*"
Then Jesse did something that made Paul go red with anger, Mom flush happily, David recoil, Brad hoot with laughter, and Jake ask if Jesse was in a gang too.
He kissed me.
On the lips.
With some tongue, may I say?
When we finished, I blushed furiously and said, "I know him, he's my boyfriend." When Jesse raised his eyebrows, I whispered in his ear, "Work with it." And I meant it in five different ways.
I knew what my mom was about to say, "What about Paul?" but she didn't, not in front of Paul and Jesse. I could just tell that she was so proud of me and was going to go into a dating lecture and all that mushy stuff and why did I keep Jesse away and all that other crap.
Instead, I got up gingerly. (I could tell that my mom wasn't too happy) I handed Jesse my ivy fluid pole and I shouted. "Can I go now?"
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I got freedom.
Just after that little session. Paul left disgustedly and meanwhile, Jesse and I were talking, about how this happened. He didn't know which was fine by me.
Fine by me...
We weren't boyfriend-girlfriend yet. That was what spoiled it all, sadly.
As we loaded up the car, Jesse carried me all that way to the car and out. I was in a wheelchair and then as I tried to get up, I slipped and fell; landing in Jesse's arms.
You know, we could pass for a BF and GF. Seriously.
The way we were acting, how it seemed like we knew each other since ever...even my mom fell for it.
Yeah.
So then, I being all weak was carried by Jesse and I ended up sitting on the chair next to him in the back, my head resting in his lap.
Joy!!! I was like hyperventilating and adjusting my shirt and all (Mom had to run home, get me a new shirt since the other one was ruined and she just so happened to grab the most low-cut shirt I had)
"That was the last time I leave things to you alone." Jesse whispered playfully. You could tell that we were enjoying this whole, "We are boyfriend-girlfriend" act.
I giggled and punched him gently. Seriously, I GIGGLED. Okay? Look what happens when a guy gets to your head. Don't let this happen to you.
"Hey Suze-" It was Brad. Obviously, things were back to normal and we were all acting as if nothing happened. "You do know that the back is the make-out place, right?"
A second later, he was saying, "Owww, I want to see the doctor."
We got home and as I went to my room, I noticed a spare bed next to the window seat. I turned around to see Jesse hauling all this stuff to my room. I run over to him and carry it to my bed and open its contents; out flood new, male clothing and crap.
Hmmm...
"Hey Jesse, why's there a bed? And what's with the clothes?"
Jesse smiled. This was the first time I had ever seen him so happy. He actually was grinning and jumping around. "I'm staying here since your mom granted her approval. Given that I don't have a family and I've lived here for over a hundred years, I'll be here for a little while. And when we are in the presence of each other's company, we can just be friends."
God, this was turning out to be the best week ever, without the "just be friends" part.
Awesome...
"Yay!" I shouted. I glanced around, noticing how messy my room was. "I guess we're roommates. Awesome. Just, you have to clean after yourself."
Jesse laughed a really nice laugh. "I doubt it, I'm rather clean. Also, I think you should be cleaning up your room." He walked over to the side of my bed, bent down (I shall not stare at his nice butt, I shall NOT stare at his nice butt, I shall-screw this!) and pick up something and he threw it at me. It hit me square in the face and I laughed, took it off my face and stopped laughing. Not only because it was hurting my chest (with the stitches), but because it was my dirty underwear. Shit.
I felt myself flush and then I smiled modestly. I walked over to his luggage that he had just brought. "Oh yeah?" I took out something, looked at it, puzzled and flung it at Jesse's face. "You shouldn't be leaving THIS in my room." He caught it and held it in his hand. I didn't know what it was but it looked scary. He turned red. "Susannah, you shouldn't be touching this." And he shoved it roughly in an extra drawer of Andy's which we put in my room.
"What is it?" I asked. He shook his head and raked a tan hand through his hair. "Nombre de Dios, Susannah." Then he took out a ball, in order to change the subject.
"Can we play something in your room?" he asked. I nodded.
"Nothing valuable. Let's play tackle football!" I shouted. He looked at me oddly.
"What is that?" he asked.
"It's a rough sport," I said enthusiastically. "See, you need more people but for now, let's practice tackling. It's-" Jesse put his hand over my mouth and smiled. "Anything else?" he asked.
"Well... we can go to the stables. I'll introduce you to the horses- unless you already know them all." I said after pushing his hand aside. His hand was warm and very nice...
STOP IT SUZE!
"Sure, but we must be home before dinner; or else Andy won't be pleased."
Jesse and I, for show, walked hand in hand, arm in arm, all the way to the stables in case mom was watching me. Only, I knew that I wasn't doing it for show. I was doing it because I actually loved him. I wished that he felt the same way about me. You don't know how happy I am to have Jesse alive, you really don't know. It may not seem like I do but I really do...really.
I leaned against Jesse's chest as my mom waved goodbye. He is like, two heads taller than me you know.
It is fifteen minutes away from my house to the stables where they keep the cute little ponies and horses but that's enough time to get some news out of Jesse. I had never told him my dream...especially the part where he asks Father Dominic to exorcise him.
"So, do you like being alive?" I asked.
Jesse grinned widely, showing clear pleasure and pearly whites. I felt my heart jolt; was he smiling because I was so near? "I love every minute of it. It's been a while since I breathed. But the air seems more...heavy since the last time I remember it."
I rolled my eyes. "Duh, you haven't breathed for a WHILE. Besides, you are right; the world's getting polluted." I noticed Jesse winced a little and then looked at me in the eye.
"Susannah, I don't know-I don't know why I'm alive, it's just that, I was so mad, and then all of a sudden...I looked in the mirror and saw my reflection. It just happened. I was so mad at God too that I guess he felt compassion for me and gave me life again."
I was speechless. I couldn't think, really, I couldn't. Here's this hot, I mean FINE Latino teenager dude and he's all Christian and...
Sigh.
Suddenly, I saw the stables. Pulling Jesse roughly, we ran together to the stable house.
I went to the front desk. "Hi there, Susannah Simon, I'm registered, and I want two-"
"One full-grown stallion," Jesse finished for me. I gaped at him as the lady asked, "Professional or beginner?" Jesse answered professional and I continued staring at him.
One full-grown horse! I was going to sit on the same horse as Jesse. Yeah! It doesn't seem like a big deal but it is for me! Jesse cares about me...come on...he should admit it.
"Western, general, racing, jumping, or English style saddle?"
"Western. Do you have races and jumps here too?"
"Sure thing. Okay, you can get Wild Fire. He's a stallion, very nice and friendly, a nice, soft cream coat. He's got a long back for a Galiceno so you don't have to be stiff. (A/N: LOOK IT UP! IT'S a horse) they originate from Mexico by the Spanish and they have been spreading north to the US since 1950. He's a popular ranch horse and very, very smart. You have, three hours. It's three thirty, see you back here at six thirty."
We all thanked her and left to stable number twelve and my jaw dropped. I saw the most beautiful horse ever; he was tall and had a beautiful long mane and had the brownest eyes, but not as dark as Jesse's. I heard Jesse say something in Spanish and go up to Wild Fire and pat his neck. Wild Fire had a star on his face and he snorted a little. What a regal horse. This horse wasn't really that tall, compared to the horse next to him but I loved him all the same. He was groomed and everything. Wild Fire was perfect; just that, he wasn't saddled.
Joy... I have no clue how to put these saddle things on.
Yeah, he had a saddle, but it wasn't on him, or the bridle, or the bit.
Jesse seemed to notice my slight worry and asked what was wrong. I told him and he laughed.
Okay? He laughed.
"Susannah...do I look like I was born yesterday? I had to do this since I was four. Come on. I'll teach you."
He pulled me closer and I watched him gracefully put on the saddle, bridle, etc as if he did it everyday which he DID.
"Susannah, hurry up, don't tell me that you're scared!" he was half laughing as he said that.
"Hell no, it's just that-I haven't ridden a horse in...a while." I was about to hop on when I saw Wild Fire's hoof. Okay...
"You haven't ridden a horse in a while? What about me?" I had to agree there.
Then all of a sudden, I felt arms around my waist, my feet leave the ground, and my butt hit the saddle.
"Ouch,"
Then Jesse swung on and grabbed the reins, clucked and whispered in the horse's ear and then Wild Fire went forward; fast. I was nestled between Jesse and the horse's head and I could smell his detergent and horse conditioner. I leaned against Jesse, watching the plain go past in a whir, I hoped this lasted forever and then we stopped in a forest that had a sign that said, "NO TRESSPASSING!"
"Jesse, what are you doing?" I asked as he swung off and grabbed my hand.
"Come on. I know this forest well." He tugged on my hand so I leapt off, careful to see if I saw any poison oak. Gosh, this is an adventurous Jesse, unlike the one I knew in my room.
We went past the sign and with Jesse in the lead; he pulled me further and further until I couldn't see the plain.
"Jesse," I hissed. "Where are you taking me?"
He smiled mysteriously. "You'll see querida."
I grumbled and crossed my arms. "This had better be good. Anyway, do you have a watch?" I asked.
Jesse looked at my eyes and I felt myself go to mush. "No, I don't, but your mother won't mind." His dark, eyes...
I trusted him, really I did. "Okay..."
Then I heard the sound of water which was odd for the nearest source of water is the ocean, which we were miles away from.
"Jesse, where are we?" I asked suspiciously.
"You'll see...if you don't cooperate, am I going to have to carry you? We're almost there."
Then I gasped. I saw the most beautiful sight ever.
Jesse's POV
I have decided to tell her my true feelings for her, so I decided to do it somewhere private. Since I HAVE been dead for over a hundred years, I knew the place very well, and a secret...
As we turned the corner, I heard Susannah gasp, and she was right to.
For in front of us, was a beautiful waterfall and a lovely view of the sun, when the sun is high in the sky at noon, it shines on the clear water and creates a rainbow. It's not too sunny, because there is a lot of shade, yet bright enough to remain beautiful. The pool where the water fall is small and rather shallow, waist deep and infested with fish and wildlife, and for querida's sake; NO poison oak. And in the evening, the water is cool, refreshing and soothing. You even can see the sunset from here and behind the waterfall is a cave and an almost like balcony that overlooks the area from a high view. I have decided that this should be Susannah and my secret, since she was my querida.
"Susannah, come with me." I put her hand in mine and we went inside the waterfall into the blue, lit cavern. The water hit the rocks and made a loud, peaceful noise.
"Wow Jesse, it's beautiful." She said looking around.
"Yes it is, like you." I mumbled as I tried to hide my diary which I left there earlier, completely forgetting about it and that I had left it there.
She noticed and heard what I had said. "What? Me-beautiful? Yeah right, now Jesse, what do you have there?" she asked and tried to grab it. I held it over my head but then she did something unexpected; she kissed my cheek and while I was in a state of shock, she grabbed the diary. (I call it a diary for it has 'personal', really private information.)
"No! Susannah, don't!" I cried then I grabbed her shoulder and pinned her against the wall. Then I grabbed the diary and fled. All of a sudden, I was pulled down and Susannah hung onto my leg and literally tackled me. As I was on the ground, she tried to read the newest entry of my journal.
I didn't mean to, but then I tripped her and she landed on my stomach and my journal flew out of her hands.
The diary teetered on the edge on the cavern and fell into the waterfall. I quickly got up and jumped into the water, closely followed by Susannah. We were soaked and still fighting over the journal when I tugged it hard, and trying not to be too forceful, for this was how I truly felt about her, I kissed her on the lips. She stopped tugging on the book and we were in the middle of the pool kissing each other, waist deep in water, and when it felt like hours, she backed away and looked happy.
"Jesse," she said slyly, "Do you like me or something?"
I didn't respond, instead I started mounting our horse. "Do you?" she asked again.
She held down the strap I was trying to tie around Wild Fire's stomach. I looked down at her. Her hair was sopping, and so were her clothes and unfortunately, she was wearing a white blouse and a pair of blue jeans. I looked down at myself and felt water sliding down my face, my shirt stick onto me as well as my pants.
"Querida," I said quietly, trying to find the words. I mean-" I looked at the sky, noticing how low the sun was-"Look at the time! We're late!" Then I got onto the horse, pulled her up and said, "I'll tell you later-" –I pocketed the diary and I saw her eye it-"Let's go home before we're late for dinner."
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We were late. Luckily, Susannah's mother didn't mind, she just let us continue eating without interruptions.
After we ate, I left the dinner table early, to write more in my journal. I had been writing in my journal ever since I learned how to write and I use to always show my the eldest sister my diary entry and she'd always applaud and say I was a good writer. As I trudged up the stairs, I heard the sound of pages flipping in Susannah's room. I quickly ran up the stairs and tried to turn the doorknob; it was locked.
"SUSANNAH! OPEN THE DOOR please!" I yelled as I tried to open the door. I heard shuffling around and Susannah call, "Hold on, I'm almost done!"
What?!
I tried to go through the door but I couldn't.
"Susannah, please don't read it! Don't whatever you do, don't read it."
"TOO LATE!"
I sighed heavily. Susannah can be so infuriating. I ran out to Andy's tool shed, rummaged around for a screwdriver or something to open her door with, and then I raced back inside and desperately tried to undo the lock. I heard a click and I flung open the door.
Inside was Susannah.
Reading my journal.
"Susannah!" I shouted and darted over to her, to find that she just finished.
Infierno!!
I slam shut the book. "What are you doing? Can't you hear me?"
But she didn't reply, she got up and asked if I liked her.
To my great relief, Susannah's mom burst in. "Honey, wash your clothes."
Susannah gives me one look of deep disgust and stormed out.
I felt-rejected...
A/N: Well? How is it? I have a reason why Jesse won't tell her that he loves her...REVIEW PLEASE!!!
