*comes home from church, waits for mom to get offline. Checks email, no
reviews. Swears. Depressedly logs on to fanfic.net.. no one has added her
to fav.author list. gets razorblades out.. Looks at story.. sees 30 reviews
* What the freak? *clicks on it*
*does Lina Lamont impression* Bless you all! I think I got so many reviews it blew my email server's mind.
MANY THANKS to: Vi (I know! I got annoyed no one was updating, so I started this. Thanks sooo much! BTW what's glomp? Another code..? *raises eyebrow*), {anonymous}, Hannah Abby ( I know, like, wow, like, it's so like, great. Like.), Angel (lol. thanks), smiley (Thanks! I know, I love fluff, but there's gotta be a limit.), KnightMaria (I hope you like Jesse. he still insists on being difficult *Jesse glares evilly in the background*), {anonymous}, cashmere (I know, I hate cliffhangers when other people write them, but I just couldn't resist this time. :-/ ), {anonymous number three.*sigh* I want to thank you by name!}, Dreamer (Thanks! I would be drooling too. but he's pouting at the moment and it's not a good look on him.), Steph (I'm going as fast as they'll let me! Hehehe)
*pants* Is that everyone? Okay. I'm still looking for beta people. Also, if you want to get in touch with me directly, my SN and address are in the profilish thing. Glad to answer any questions, like, Am I going to do a sequel? What other authors do you like? Are you going to write other fanfic? I love constructive criticism (and worship notes too.lol), so just click that lil blue button at the end.remember!
I need 10 reviews to post the next chapter. although if I get really long reviews I may update quicker.. *evil grin*
(A/N: I'm hoping Jesse turned out okay. he is just a very difficult ghost to work with. *Jesse shoots indignant stare her direction* It's true!)
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Haunted
Chapter 5
As annoyed as I was with Jesse right then, I had to stop and drool for a second in spite of myself.
Hey, when a person, or ghost, actually, looks as hot as he did then, you'd stop and admire the view too.
And let me tell you, I was admiring. He had his back to me, staring out my window at the sun setting over the waters of the bay, with the sea breeze gently moving the old-fashioned ruffles of his shirt, and the last rays of sunshine illuminating the planes of his face. Or what I could see of it, anyway.
I am quite sure a lesser woman would have fainted then and there.
But then, any other woman wouldn't be able to see him, him being a ghost and all, and besides, they probably wouldn't be p.o.ed with him, because he would have bothered to actually appreciate the girl who saved his life. Such as it was.
You know what I mean.
I got control of my raging hormones again, somewhat, as I walked to the side of my bed. "So, you finally decided to talk to me, Jesse?"
He didn't turn towards me, just continued petting Spike. "Susannah... I..." He trailed off.
He what? Let me guess. He'd found another girl out trotting the astral planes. I had a suge of sympathy for Cee Cee. The same thing had happened to her when Adam had gone to Martha's Vineyard for a few weeks.
This thought only made me madder. "You what?" I said, crossing my own arms and leaning against my bedpost.
Jesse sat down on the window seat, dragging Spike onto his lap. He didn't look up. He seemed to be trying to think of something to say. He took a breath to say something, then thought the better of it.
"Why did you call me here, Susannah?" he asked, his normally soft voice almost inaudible.
Damn him, anyway, for being so cute.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "'Why did you call me here, Susannah?'" I mimicked him angrily. "You aren't around for days, and when you finally decide to show up, THAT's all I get?"
He looked up. "You called me - " he started to say, but I cut him off.
" I didn't call you!" I said, trying to think of a comeback more suitable to my state of anger. "And even if I did, I doubt you could have heard me, off finding a new girlfriend. Hope this one works out better than the last one."
As soon as I said it, I wished I hadn't. It was totally unfair of me to bring up memories of his ex-fiancee, who had had him offed, as well as me, a few historians, and tried to off Jack, Father D, myself, and Jesse, again.
Jesse looked angrier than I had ever seen him. Even that time with Tad.
He stood up, knocking Spike to the floor. He seemed unable to find words to express his anger. I stood back as he stalked around my room, not looking at me. My mirror shook so violently it was in danger of collapsing the wall behind it.
"I'm sorry - " I started, but he had stopped pacing already. I cautiously took a step forward, following his gaze to see what had captured his attention. What was so interesting about my bed?
Too late, I realized that the stack of gifts still occupied half the bedspread from where I had left them. I hadn't had a chance to get rid of them. My heart, I am quite sure, stopped beating for a few seconds.
"Susannah, what are these?" he said dangerously, gripping the latest batch of roses from where it had rested next to a fluffy stuffed puppy bearing the words "I wuff you!".
I mouthed wordlessly for a minute, probably resembling a scared guppy.
"It looks like you are the one with the new 'boyfriend", Susannah," he said, handing the roses to me. His expression was closed, and angry, except for his eyes, which were filled with something I remembered quite clearly from when we were in the shadowland.
Pain.
"Jesse! It's not what you think!" I said too late, whipping around.
The mirror reflected an empty room on either side of the single crack that ran down the center of its surface.
What had I done?
I looked down at my hands, which were still holding the roses. I think. It was had to tell, the roses being so blurry, and I couldn't really feel my hands that well.
Tears streaming down my face, I strode to my bed, grabbed the junk that Paul had sent me, and threw it at the wall as hard as I could, which was pretty hard. I had, after all, been keeping up with my kickboxing.
The candy boxes broke, covering my floor with assorted chocolates and petals from the roses. The 'I wuff you' puppy turned out to be pretty aerodynamic, impacting with a satisfying thud. Its head, I was proud to note, popped off and landed a good few feet away from its body.
I sank onto my bed and cried into my pillows. What was with this? Ever since I had met Jesse, I thought, letting out a fresh wave of tears, I seemed to have absolutely no control over tears. Pretty soon I'd need to start being like those old ladies, carrying tissues wherever they went. This thought did nothing to cheer me up, and I was still crying as I fell asleep.
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*hands out tissues* I'm sorry! I'm sad for them too! *wards off hordes of angry fans* THIS IS NOT THE END OF THE STORY!! Chill, chill.
Questions? You wanna get to the non-sobby stuff? 10 reviews. click the lil' blue button.It's right there.calling to you.. (click me! Click meeeee!!!)
*does Lina Lamont impression* Bless you all! I think I got so many reviews it blew my email server's mind.
MANY THANKS to: Vi (I know! I got annoyed no one was updating, so I started this. Thanks sooo much! BTW what's glomp? Another code..? *raises eyebrow*), {anonymous}, Hannah Abby ( I know, like, wow, like, it's so like, great. Like.), Angel (lol. thanks), smiley (Thanks! I know, I love fluff, but there's gotta be a limit.), KnightMaria (I hope you like Jesse. he still insists on being difficult *Jesse glares evilly in the background*), {anonymous}, cashmere (I know, I hate cliffhangers when other people write them, but I just couldn't resist this time. :-/ ), {anonymous number three.*sigh* I want to thank you by name!}, Dreamer (Thanks! I would be drooling too. but he's pouting at the moment and it's not a good look on him.), Steph (I'm going as fast as they'll let me! Hehehe)
*pants* Is that everyone? Okay. I'm still looking for beta people. Also, if you want to get in touch with me directly, my SN and address are in the profilish thing. Glad to answer any questions, like, Am I going to do a sequel? What other authors do you like? Are you going to write other fanfic? I love constructive criticism (and worship notes too.lol), so just click that lil blue button at the end.remember!
I need 10 reviews to post the next chapter. although if I get really long reviews I may update quicker.. *evil grin*
(A/N: I'm hoping Jesse turned out okay. he is just a very difficult ghost to work with. *Jesse shoots indignant stare her direction* It's true!)
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Haunted
Chapter 5
As annoyed as I was with Jesse right then, I had to stop and drool for a second in spite of myself.
Hey, when a person, or ghost, actually, looks as hot as he did then, you'd stop and admire the view too.
And let me tell you, I was admiring. He had his back to me, staring out my window at the sun setting over the waters of the bay, with the sea breeze gently moving the old-fashioned ruffles of his shirt, and the last rays of sunshine illuminating the planes of his face. Or what I could see of it, anyway.
I am quite sure a lesser woman would have fainted then and there.
But then, any other woman wouldn't be able to see him, him being a ghost and all, and besides, they probably wouldn't be p.o.ed with him, because he would have bothered to actually appreciate the girl who saved his life. Such as it was.
You know what I mean.
I got control of my raging hormones again, somewhat, as I walked to the side of my bed. "So, you finally decided to talk to me, Jesse?"
He didn't turn towards me, just continued petting Spike. "Susannah... I..." He trailed off.
He what? Let me guess. He'd found another girl out trotting the astral planes. I had a suge of sympathy for Cee Cee. The same thing had happened to her when Adam had gone to Martha's Vineyard for a few weeks.
This thought only made me madder. "You what?" I said, crossing my own arms and leaning against my bedpost.
Jesse sat down on the window seat, dragging Spike onto his lap. He didn't look up. He seemed to be trying to think of something to say. He took a breath to say something, then thought the better of it.
"Why did you call me here, Susannah?" he asked, his normally soft voice almost inaudible.
Damn him, anyway, for being so cute.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "'Why did you call me here, Susannah?'" I mimicked him angrily. "You aren't around for days, and when you finally decide to show up, THAT's all I get?"
He looked up. "You called me - " he started to say, but I cut him off.
" I didn't call you!" I said, trying to think of a comeback more suitable to my state of anger. "And even if I did, I doubt you could have heard me, off finding a new girlfriend. Hope this one works out better than the last one."
As soon as I said it, I wished I hadn't. It was totally unfair of me to bring up memories of his ex-fiancee, who had had him offed, as well as me, a few historians, and tried to off Jack, Father D, myself, and Jesse, again.
Jesse looked angrier than I had ever seen him. Even that time with Tad.
He stood up, knocking Spike to the floor. He seemed unable to find words to express his anger. I stood back as he stalked around my room, not looking at me. My mirror shook so violently it was in danger of collapsing the wall behind it.
"I'm sorry - " I started, but he had stopped pacing already. I cautiously took a step forward, following his gaze to see what had captured his attention. What was so interesting about my bed?
Too late, I realized that the stack of gifts still occupied half the bedspread from where I had left them. I hadn't had a chance to get rid of them. My heart, I am quite sure, stopped beating for a few seconds.
"Susannah, what are these?" he said dangerously, gripping the latest batch of roses from where it had rested next to a fluffy stuffed puppy bearing the words "I wuff you!".
I mouthed wordlessly for a minute, probably resembling a scared guppy.
"It looks like you are the one with the new 'boyfriend", Susannah," he said, handing the roses to me. His expression was closed, and angry, except for his eyes, which were filled with something I remembered quite clearly from when we were in the shadowland.
Pain.
"Jesse! It's not what you think!" I said too late, whipping around.
The mirror reflected an empty room on either side of the single crack that ran down the center of its surface.
What had I done?
I looked down at my hands, which were still holding the roses. I think. It was had to tell, the roses being so blurry, and I couldn't really feel my hands that well.
Tears streaming down my face, I strode to my bed, grabbed the junk that Paul had sent me, and threw it at the wall as hard as I could, which was pretty hard. I had, after all, been keeping up with my kickboxing.
The candy boxes broke, covering my floor with assorted chocolates and petals from the roses. The 'I wuff you' puppy turned out to be pretty aerodynamic, impacting with a satisfying thud. Its head, I was proud to note, popped off and landed a good few feet away from its body.
I sank onto my bed and cried into my pillows. What was with this? Ever since I had met Jesse, I thought, letting out a fresh wave of tears, I seemed to have absolutely no control over tears. Pretty soon I'd need to start being like those old ladies, carrying tissues wherever they went. This thought did nothing to cheer me up, and I was still crying as I fell asleep.
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*hands out tissues* I'm sorry! I'm sad for them too! *wards off hordes of angry fans* THIS IS NOT THE END OF THE STORY!! Chill, chill.
Questions? You wanna get to the non-sobby stuff? 10 reviews. click the lil' blue button.It's right there.calling to you.. (click me! Click meeeee!!!)