Damn ghosts! They always do that! I mean, seriously, you try and get a
serious word out of them, and they scarper.
I was really weirded out. Well, you would be too. This had to be one of the most interesting mediating cases I'd ever had. I mean, four Egyptian ghosts, who didn't want to be mediated, didn't look as if they wanted to cause trouble for me, and didn't look all that dangerous? A first for me, I will admit. But I had to research them more, I guess.
Don't you just hate research?
That's more CeeCee's thing, you know? By the way, CeeCee Webb the best friend I have in Carmel, as well as Adam McTavish. They do not know about my being a mediator, but CeeCee is suspecting it. Not that she knows that I'm a mediator, exactly, she just knows that my would-be boyfriend is dead, and only I can see his apparent ghost. She knows that his ghost exists, for at Dopey's last hot tub party, Jesse tried, well, to basically drown Paul in, funnily enough, our hot tub. And while everyone assumed that Paul Slater was either a suicidal maniac, or was seriously drunk, or on drugs, or in desperate need of medication, (take your pick,) CeeCee realized that Paul wasn't the only one talking to the unseen force holding him down.
I was too.
And she knows perfectly well that I am sane, and is trying to research my condition further. I hope that she doesn't find anything, as she will most likely blab about it one the front of the Carmel newspaper. Can you imagine? "SUSANNAH SIMON, A LINK BETWEEN THE BAD-BREATHED AND THE NO- BREATH." I'm so sure.
To try and ease my troubled mind, I picked up that photo that I had asked Doc for before. I stared at Bessie. She looked no naïve, with her tumbling black hair, her olden day summer dress, and her Snow White, fairytale princess face. Why did she get all the luck? I mean, the guy next to her was h-h-hot!
By that time, my eyes had flickered towards her masculine friend. I now realized what Doc meant. It was tormenting! My mind recognized this boy, but I couldn't put a name to him, if you know what I mean. Was he a ghost I had mediated? Or. God! (No, I wasn't suggesting that this boy was the Holy Father.) It was so infuriating! I stared intensely at those light, icy eyes. You could tell that they were blue. He was wearing a pastel shirt with a neat collar, and -gag- breeches. A small dark tie hung from his neck, and looked as if he'd just been to school. Whereas the girl, like I said, was wearing a dress, not giving me the "oh, I'm a schoolgirl of the 1960s" feel at all. It looked like the dress that I'd seen her in upon her ghostly visitation.
That was when I put down the photograph, and before my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.
~*~
'Suze, I swear! Get you butt down here now, Or we're leaving without you! You do this every morning!' bellowed Sleepy up the stairs.
Huh?
'Susie, get up!' yelled mom.
'I'm up!' I snapped. A lie. I dashed to my wardrobe, but tripped, as my twisted blankets snagged at my feet.
'Crap,' I cursed, and pushed down the quilt. I got up, and grabbed out the first things I saw: dirty denim jeans, and an off the shoulder top. I grabbed a mint, and choked it down, a substitute for toothpaste, (I know, I'm low, but hey? I was in a hurry!) and my brush, for my morning hair really isn't a good. Breakfast was neglected.
Sleepy, Dopey and Doc glowered at me, as I was taming my afro-potential hair. The engine roared into life, and Dopey snorted at me.
'Were you talking to Jesse again last night?' he wanted to know rudely.
'No,' I lied. How had he heard me?!
'Oh. Riiight,' he snorted again. 'Oh, um, Jethee, I've been meaning to have a word with you,' he said in a gay accent.
'I must have been sleep talking,' I said carefully.
'Oh? You dream about this guy? Interesting,' he smirked evilly.
I elbowed him, and that served well to shut him up.
~*~
'Hey, Suze.'
'Hey Adam.'
'What's up?'
'The sky?'
I was sitting with Adam and CeeCee beneath the recently repaired statue of Father Juniperro Serra. They were looking at me strangely. Trying to bring to a standstill to their intense looks, I asked, hey, you know who this is?'
I shoved Doc's mystery photograph under her nose. Her annoyed expression looked interested suddenly.
'Oh, Jesus, I know who it is!' she said loudly. Debbie Mancuso looked at her, and snorted, but CeeCee didn't care. Adam snatched the photo from her.
'Hey, I was looking-!'
'Shut up, Webb,' he said, and gazed at the couple in the photo. Actually, no, he was more focused on the guy. CeeCee was silenced.
'You know who it is?' I asked her. She nodded fiercely, but then shook her head.
'CeeCee,' I smiled, ' just because Adam told you not to talk, that you're not allowed to.' I wiggled my eyebrows at her, and she glared guiltily.
'I know who it is, but I can't. remember?' she scowled, and released a groan of frustration. Once again, Debbie and Kelly Prescott looked at her and laughed at her lack of femininity. I sighed, and told her that it was exactly what I had been annoyed about. Adam was still scrutinizing though.
'Any luck, Adam?' I asked hopefully.
'Same as CeeCee,' he frowned. I didn't bother asking them about the girl.
That was when they forgot about the exasperating photo, and continued to look at me strangely. Okay, that was getting freaky now.
'Um, what's up with you today?' I snapped. 'Have a grown another head?'
CeeCee and Adam exchanged glances. 'No, you just look. really neurotic,' smiled Adam mischievously.
'Thanks, really.' I sighed, and turned to CeeCee. 'Hey, I need your help with some research.'
'What type?'
'Ah, I think. Egyptology.'
'Okay, easy. Come with me.'
'What, now?!' I gaped at her eagerness. 'I don't care if you wanna waste you lunch, I don't,' I said.
'Suze, this is for you. Fine. You can stay here and show off to the guys and be a flirt, but I'm going to help you.'
'Hey,' I lashed out, 'I'm not a flirt! And I don't show off to the guys! I have Je-' I covered my mouth, and suddenly the floor was very interesting.
'What, you're dating him?' grinned Adam. 'So, I have no reason to live anymore? You're like, taken?'
'Maybe.'
'Suze, this isn't the legendary Jesse that you've been going on about, is it?'
'I have not been going on about him!' I protested. CeeCee looked concerned.
'Suze,' she said gently, 'I really don't think you should be focusing on someone of his- ah, specific category.' She looked pained. I looked at her quickly, with an intense "Shut up, or you may meet the same decapitated fate as Father Serra's statue." She of course, didn't realize I was thinking this. But she got the message. Too late, though.
'Specific category?' asked a voice. Whoa, I didn't realise that Kelly Prescott could move so quietly. She glared at Adam, her look signifying for him to move, so she could sit down on the bench, but he slid rebelliously closer to me, and blew her a raspberry. CeeCee rolled her eyes, and walked away, and Kelly quickly occupied the vacant space on the bench.
'So, Suze,' she said conversationally, 'I've been talking to Paul, and he's been saying that you and- uh, Jesse have broken up.'
'What?!'
Kelly shrank. 'Chill, Simon!' she said in alarm. 'Geez, okay, he was lying, I'll tell the girls. But what did she mean, specific category?' She was referring to CeeCee's unwise statement.
I shrugged. 'He is in college,' I said easily. It was best to keep up with this lie. 'But he's taking time off. You don't know him,' I added, as she opened her mouth and her heavily glossed lips closed.
She giggled. 'He's hot?'
'Hotter than Paul, times googolplex,' I said confidently. Her eyes widened with interest.
'You know, I'm thinking of asking Paul out. You don't have a problem with that, do you, Suze?' she looked at a bird overhead. It sent a present down on a year ten on a neighbouring bench, and she cast a disgusted look at the bird. I snorted.
'Be my guest,' I said airily. 'You two'll be perfect for each other.'
'Yeah,' said Adam. 'Because they're both such lovely people.'
Kelly missed the sarcasm.
'Okay, just as long as you know,' she said. 'I mean, I think he was stressed when he dissed me last week. I've forgiven him. And poor thing, he didn't get VP, so he must be so upset.'
'Wounded pride,' said Adam, keeping a straight face.
'Exactly,' answered Kelly, glaring at Adam as if he was a bit of mud that had caked up on her Jimmy Choos. 'You just seemed fond of him. I mean, you were very close, he told me, how you did it with him-'
'WHAT?!' roared Adam and I in unison. 'He said that?!'
Once again, Kelly looked startled. 'Simon, calm down. I'll tell the girls that you didn't sleep with him. Unless you did, and you're ashamed, or-'
'I did not, I repeat, I DID NOT, sleep with that excuse for a-'
'She didn't,' defended Adam loyally. Kelly's eyes narrowed at him.
'Okay, Suze. Why would he say that though?'
'Spreading rumours. He's doing it because he's pissed off. Don't listen to a word he says,' I raged. I know, reasoning with Kelly Prescott was like trying to stuff an elephant in a paper bag, but hey? I was mad.
Kelly looked disheartened. 'Maybe I shouldn't ask him out, if he'll try and make me look like a slut when I'm through with him,' she said sadly. 'Thanks, Suze, for warning me.' She left, and Adam made a big face at her behind her back.
'She already is a slut,' he said, settling back on the bench. 'So, Suze, this Jesse's in college?'
'Um, yeah. Adam, I really don't wanna talk-'
'Oh, right. So. you didn't sleep with Paul, right?' he asked carefully.
'No,' I sniffed. 'I didn't. You know me well enough to know I wouldn't.'
'I'd like to get to know you better,' he teased, and made a mocking motion as if to push me onto the bench and kiss me. I laughed, and pushed him off me. Kelly, who was back with her cronies, was gawking at me, and began gossiping energetically to her group.
'I'd better go to CeeCee,' I said, 'I didn't even tell her what I was looking for.'
'I'll come too. The library's a very private place,' he hinted, with a playful twinkle in his eye. Again, I laughed. He followed me to CeeCee.
~*~
'Cee, what are you doing?' I asked blankly. She was pouring over a pink- covered novel, her mouth open slightly. Her white hair was brushing the pages, she was so close to it. 'Huh? Oh, um, nothing,' she said quickly, trying to stuff the novel in her backpack, but Adam got there first. He eagerly read the page aloud.
' "His hand slid down my side. I could feel his breath fluttering my hair. I gasped, 'Harold, here?' 'Yes here,' he replied in that deep, rich voice that stimulated every nerve in my body.' " Adam read. 'Oh, sick!' he muttered, scanning the page further. CeeCee pounced on the book, and whacked him over the head.
Hard.
'Geez, you like that shit?' he asked with a sly grin. CeeCee's abnormally pale face went so red, it looked as if she'd spent seven hours in direct sun. (Okay, slight exaggeration, her being albino, but not far off!)
'Get lost, Adam,' she whispered dangerously. Adam, sensibly, detecting her wrath, strode out of the library. Her furious look turned to a slightly wistful one. She sighed, and slipped the novel into her backpack slowly, not meeting my eye.
'You really like him, don't you,' I said.
'Who , Adam? Nah,' she replied sheepishly.
'Sure, Cee. Okay, so, can you help me research? Sorry if I was being a bitch before. I'm just annoyed about that photo. It's frustrating knowing and yet not knowing who that dude is, hey?' And it's frustrating how a guy Frenches you in a cemetery, and then wants nothing to do with you. I didn't say that aloud, but by God, I was thinking it.
'Oh. Well, we'll look in the net, all right?'
'Fine by me.'
~*~ A/N: Thanks for the reviews so far. I hope you're enjoying this. There's a bit of a twist coming up, so don't give up on me. This is my first fanfic ever, so don't be too harsh. Not that you are being, you're being wonderful.
I was really weirded out. Well, you would be too. This had to be one of the most interesting mediating cases I'd ever had. I mean, four Egyptian ghosts, who didn't want to be mediated, didn't look as if they wanted to cause trouble for me, and didn't look all that dangerous? A first for me, I will admit. But I had to research them more, I guess.
Don't you just hate research?
That's more CeeCee's thing, you know? By the way, CeeCee Webb the best friend I have in Carmel, as well as Adam McTavish. They do not know about my being a mediator, but CeeCee is suspecting it. Not that she knows that I'm a mediator, exactly, she just knows that my would-be boyfriend is dead, and only I can see his apparent ghost. She knows that his ghost exists, for at Dopey's last hot tub party, Jesse tried, well, to basically drown Paul in, funnily enough, our hot tub. And while everyone assumed that Paul Slater was either a suicidal maniac, or was seriously drunk, or on drugs, or in desperate need of medication, (take your pick,) CeeCee realized that Paul wasn't the only one talking to the unseen force holding him down.
I was too.
And she knows perfectly well that I am sane, and is trying to research my condition further. I hope that she doesn't find anything, as she will most likely blab about it one the front of the Carmel newspaper. Can you imagine? "SUSANNAH SIMON, A LINK BETWEEN THE BAD-BREATHED AND THE NO- BREATH." I'm so sure.
To try and ease my troubled mind, I picked up that photo that I had asked Doc for before. I stared at Bessie. She looked no naïve, with her tumbling black hair, her olden day summer dress, and her Snow White, fairytale princess face. Why did she get all the luck? I mean, the guy next to her was h-h-hot!
By that time, my eyes had flickered towards her masculine friend. I now realized what Doc meant. It was tormenting! My mind recognized this boy, but I couldn't put a name to him, if you know what I mean. Was he a ghost I had mediated? Or. God! (No, I wasn't suggesting that this boy was the Holy Father.) It was so infuriating! I stared intensely at those light, icy eyes. You could tell that they were blue. He was wearing a pastel shirt with a neat collar, and -gag- breeches. A small dark tie hung from his neck, and looked as if he'd just been to school. Whereas the girl, like I said, was wearing a dress, not giving me the "oh, I'm a schoolgirl of the 1960s" feel at all. It looked like the dress that I'd seen her in upon her ghostly visitation.
That was when I put down the photograph, and before my head hit the pillow, I was asleep.
~*~
'Suze, I swear! Get you butt down here now, Or we're leaving without you! You do this every morning!' bellowed Sleepy up the stairs.
Huh?
'Susie, get up!' yelled mom.
'I'm up!' I snapped. A lie. I dashed to my wardrobe, but tripped, as my twisted blankets snagged at my feet.
'Crap,' I cursed, and pushed down the quilt. I got up, and grabbed out the first things I saw: dirty denim jeans, and an off the shoulder top. I grabbed a mint, and choked it down, a substitute for toothpaste, (I know, I'm low, but hey? I was in a hurry!) and my brush, for my morning hair really isn't a good. Breakfast was neglected.
Sleepy, Dopey and Doc glowered at me, as I was taming my afro-potential hair. The engine roared into life, and Dopey snorted at me.
'Were you talking to Jesse again last night?' he wanted to know rudely.
'No,' I lied. How had he heard me?!
'Oh. Riiight,' he snorted again. 'Oh, um, Jethee, I've been meaning to have a word with you,' he said in a gay accent.
'I must have been sleep talking,' I said carefully.
'Oh? You dream about this guy? Interesting,' he smirked evilly.
I elbowed him, and that served well to shut him up.
~*~
'Hey, Suze.'
'Hey Adam.'
'What's up?'
'The sky?'
I was sitting with Adam and CeeCee beneath the recently repaired statue of Father Juniperro Serra. They were looking at me strangely. Trying to bring to a standstill to their intense looks, I asked, hey, you know who this is?'
I shoved Doc's mystery photograph under her nose. Her annoyed expression looked interested suddenly.
'Oh, Jesus, I know who it is!' she said loudly. Debbie Mancuso looked at her, and snorted, but CeeCee didn't care. Adam snatched the photo from her.
'Hey, I was looking-!'
'Shut up, Webb,' he said, and gazed at the couple in the photo. Actually, no, he was more focused on the guy. CeeCee was silenced.
'You know who it is?' I asked her. She nodded fiercely, but then shook her head.
'CeeCee,' I smiled, ' just because Adam told you not to talk, that you're not allowed to.' I wiggled my eyebrows at her, and she glared guiltily.
'I know who it is, but I can't. remember?' she scowled, and released a groan of frustration. Once again, Debbie and Kelly Prescott looked at her and laughed at her lack of femininity. I sighed, and told her that it was exactly what I had been annoyed about. Adam was still scrutinizing though.
'Any luck, Adam?' I asked hopefully.
'Same as CeeCee,' he frowned. I didn't bother asking them about the girl.
That was when they forgot about the exasperating photo, and continued to look at me strangely. Okay, that was getting freaky now.
'Um, what's up with you today?' I snapped. 'Have a grown another head?'
CeeCee and Adam exchanged glances. 'No, you just look. really neurotic,' smiled Adam mischievously.
'Thanks, really.' I sighed, and turned to CeeCee. 'Hey, I need your help with some research.'
'What type?'
'Ah, I think. Egyptology.'
'Okay, easy. Come with me.'
'What, now?!' I gaped at her eagerness. 'I don't care if you wanna waste you lunch, I don't,' I said.
'Suze, this is for you. Fine. You can stay here and show off to the guys and be a flirt, but I'm going to help you.'
'Hey,' I lashed out, 'I'm not a flirt! And I don't show off to the guys! I have Je-' I covered my mouth, and suddenly the floor was very interesting.
'What, you're dating him?' grinned Adam. 'So, I have no reason to live anymore? You're like, taken?'
'Maybe.'
'Suze, this isn't the legendary Jesse that you've been going on about, is it?'
'I have not been going on about him!' I protested. CeeCee looked concerned.
'Suze,' she said gently, 'I really don't think you should be focusing on someone of his- ah, specific category.' She looked pained. I looked at her quickly, with an intense "Shut up, or you may meet the same decapitated fate as Father Serra's statue." She of course, didn't realize I was thinking this. But she got the message. Too late, though.
'Specific category?' asked a voice. Whoa, I didn't realise that Kelly Prescott could move so quietly. She glared at Adam, her look signifying for him to move, so she could sit down on the bench, but he slid rebelliously closer to me, and blew her a raspberry. CeeCee rolled her eyes, and walked away, and Kelly quickly occupied the vacant space on the bench.
'So, Suze,' she said conversationally, 'I've been talking to Paul, and he's been saying that you and- uh, Jesse have broken up.'
'What?!'
Kelly shrank. 'Chill, Simon!' she said in alarm. 'Geez, okay, he was lying, I'll tell the girls. But what did she mean, specific category?' She was referring to CeeCee's unwise statement.
I shrugged. 'He is in college,' I said easily. It was best to keep up with this lie. 'But he's taking time off. You don't know him,' I added, as she opened her mouth and her heavily glossed lips closed.
She giggled. 'He's hot?'
'Hotter than Paul, times googolplex,' I said confidently. Her eyes widened with interest.
'You know, I'm thinking of asking Paul out. You don't have a problem with that, do you, Suze?' she looked at a bird overhead. It sent a present down on a year ten on a neighbouring bench, and she cast a disgusted look at the bird. I snorted.
'Be my guest,' I said airily. 'You two'll be perfect for each other.'
'Yeah,' said Adam. 'Because they're both such lovely people.'
Kelly missed the sarcasm.
'Okay, just as long as you know,' she said. 'I mean, I think he was stressed when he dissed me last week. I've forgiven him. And poor thing, he didn't get VP, so he must be so upset.'
'Wounded pride,' said Adam, keeping a straight face.
'Exactly,' answered Kelly, glaring at Adam as if he was a bit of mud that had caked up on her Jimmy Choos. 'You just seemed fond of him. I mean, you were very close, he told me, how you did it with him-'
'WHAT?!' roared Adam and I in unison. 'He said that?!'
Once again, Kelly looked startled. 'Simon, calm down. I'll tell the girls that you didn't sleep with him. Unless you did, and you're ashamed, or-'
'I did not, I repeat, I DID NOT, sleep with that excuse for a-'
'She didn't,' defended Adam loyally. Kelly's eyes narrowed at him.
'Okay, Suze. Why would he say that though?'
'Spreading rumours. He's doing it because he's pissed off. Don't listen to a word he says,' I raged. I know, reasoning with Kelly Prescott was like trying to stuff an elephant in a paper bag, but hey? I was mad.
Kelly looked disheartened. 'Maybe I shouldn't ask him out, if he'll try and make me look like a slut when I'm through with him,' she said sadly. 'Thanks, Suze, for warning me.' She left, and Adam made a big face at her behind her back.
'She already is a slut,' he said, settling back on the bench. 'So, Suze, this Jesse's in college?'
'Um, yeah. Adam, I really don't wanna talk-'
'Oh, right. So. you didn't sleep with Paul, right?' he asked carefully.
'No,' I sniffed. 'I didn't. You know me well enough to know I wouldn't.'
'I'd like to get to know you better,' he teased, and made a mocking motion as if to push me onto the bench and kiss me. I laughed, and pushed him off me. Kelly, who was back with her cronies, was gawking at me, and began gossiping energetically to her group.
'I'd better go to CeeCee,' I said, 'I didn't even tell her what I was looking for.'
'I'll come too. The library's a very private place,' he hinted, with a playful twinkle in his eye. Again, I laughed. He followed me to CeeCee.
~*~
'Cee, what are you doing?' I asked blankly. She was pouring over a pink- covered novel, her mouth open slightly. Her white hair was brushing the pages, she was so close to it. 'Huh? Oh, um, nothing,' she said quickly, trying to stuff the novel in her backpack, but Adam got there first. He eagerly read the page aloud.
' "His hand slid down my side. I could feel his breath fluttering my hair. I gasped, 'Harold, here?' 'Yes here,' he replied in that deep, rich voice that stimulated every nerve in my body.' " Adam read. 'Oh, sick!' he muttered, scanning the page further. CeeCee pounced on the book, and whacked him over the head.
Hard.
'Geez, you like that shit?' he asked with a sly grin. CeeCee's abnormally pale face went so red, it looked as if she'd spent seven hours in direct sun. (Okay, slight exaggeration, her being albino, but not far off!)
'Get lost, Adam,' she whispered dangerously. Adam, sensibly, detecting her wrath, strode out of the library. Her furious look turned to a slightly wistful one. She sighed, and slipped the novel into her backpack slowly, not meeting my eye.
'You really like him, don't you,' I said.
'Who , Adam? Nah,' she replied sheepishly.
'Sure, Cee. Okay, so, can you help me research? Sorry if I was being a bitch before. I'm just annoyed about that photo. It's frustrating knowing and yet not knowing who that dude is, hey?' And it's frustrating how a guy Frenches you in a cemetery, and then wants nothing to do with you. I didn't say that aloud, but by God, I was thinking it.
'Oh. Well, we'll look in the net, all right?'
'Fine by me.'
~*~ A/N: Thanks for the reviews so far. I hope you're enjoying this. There's a bit of a twist coming up, so don't give up on me. This is my first fanfic ever, so don't be too harsh. Not that you are being, you're being wonderful.