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I update as much as possible, but I have a lot of other fics I'm doing at the moment and I'm a busy girl!
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Suze:
Dead, dead, dead. Being dead sucks. Being alive wasn't the best either, but at least I could do more things. I mean, where's the point of living (well, deading really) if I can't even eat? Let alone change clothes! Why oh why did that stupid idiot John decide to kill me when I was wearing a pair of plain Levis and my blue singlet? Couldn't he have murdered me on prom night or something? Actually, why didn't he just not murder me? I mean, what the hell did I do?
Ok, so maybe I wasn't the most attentive girlfriend, but really, the guy was scary! Actually, I was just about to dump him when he.killed me. Oh. Well, that could be why he drowned me. The freakin' physco.
I get up and pace around my room. Well, I guess it's his room now. The new arrivals. For the past 3 years I've been staying here only one family has lived in this house. After I died and my parents moved away there was just the one family that lived there. And as much as I've been haunting the place I just can't get them to move out. Seriously, I shake windows, I move furniture, and what do they do? Blame it on the weather or the dog. How dumb can you get? I think the little ones on to me, but the two older sisters wouldn't have a clue. I mean, I pulled on Bianca's hair and all she did was yell at the dog. Poor dog. I should stop doing that.
This family is fairly boring but. I mean, there is only so many times you can write threatening messages in the fog on the mirror only to have it ignored or wiped off. But at least now I'll have something better to do. Because a BOY is moving into my room. And the closest contact I have had with a boy for the last three years was the time I stole that Boy Scouts cookies. So, while this boy might not be cute, and he might not be smart, and he might not even be nice, he is at least someone new to annoy. Hey, he might even be worth perving on!
I look out my windows at the family getting out of the car, scanning for the new addition. Finally my eyes fall upon 6 feet of incredibly hot, living boy. Oh. My. Gosh. There will definitely be perving happening in the next few years.
I sit back and wait for him to come upstairs.
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Jesse:
After having dinner with my new 'family' I wander upstairs to what's going to be my new room. I was expecting it to be plain, clean, maybe with a few big windows. I already new it had its own bathroom so I didn't have to share with my 'sisters'. I mean, they probably have cupboards full of make- up and stuff, I'd never be able to get in there.
The one thing I wasn't expecting was her.
As soon as I entered the room I stopped short. Sure, it was white, it was plain, it was clean. But at no point did I ever think of my room and picture a beautiful 16yr-old wearing Levis and a blue singlet. Who was dead.
"You can see me?" She asked, her voice un-believing.
"Yes." I answer, still shock.
I mean. Only in my dreams do I get a beautiful girl in my bedroom. And only in my nightmares is she already dead.
"What? How? You?" She continues, getting off her seat to come over to me.
She looked me over and poked in the chest.
"Ouch! Was that really necessary querida?" I say, the Spanish slipping out before I can stop it.
"Your not dead" she says amazedly.
"No. But you are." I reply, wondering where all this is going.
"Oh, aren't we speedy?" she answers sarcastically, but I can see a faint smile playing over her full red lips.
"So, why are you in my bedroom?" I ask, deciding to get things moving.
"Don't you mean, why am I in MY bedroom?" she answers, grinning cheekily.
"This is your bedroom?"
"It was. Before my boyfriend went insane and killed me." She says a-matter- of-factly, sitting back down on my bed.
"Ouch. But actually, I was wondering why your still around, being dead and all."
Not that I really want her to leave.
"Beats me. So how long are you staying here?" She asks, flopping back onto my blue blanket.
"Forever. Well, at least until I'm old enough to move out. I'm the step- son."
"Well. Welcome to my bedroom. Oh, let me show you something." She says excitedly, moving over to the bay windows. "See, if you want to sneak out at night you can just climb down here."
She points to the near-by drainpipe.
"I have a feeling I'll be using that a lot." I tell her.
"Why? Got a girl-friend to be sneaking off to?" She asks somewhat wistfully.
Probably because she misses her boyfriend. Who killed her. Okay, maybe not.
"No querida. I'm a mediator."
"A what when?" She asks, confused.
"A mediator. We can talk to the dead. Our job is to direct them towards the after-life."
"Wow. So you meet a lot of dead girls?"
"None like you querida."
Which is very true. No one I've met has this fire, this spirit, this. beauty.
"Why do you keep calling me querida?"
"Well, because I don't know your name." I quickly lie.
"It's Suze." She smiles at me.
"Well, I'm Jesse."
"Hi."
"Hi."
We stare at each other for a second then realize what's going on.
"Ahem. Well. Jesse. I have to go do. dead people things right now." She tells me, and de-materializes.
Wow. That was amazing. She was amazing.
Suddenly she re-appears.
"Jesse, what does querida mean?"
"Nothing."
"Okay.." She de-materializes again.
"Angel." I whisper. "Querida means angel."
I update as much as possible, but I have a lot of other fics I'm doing at the moment and I'm a busy girl!
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Suze:
Dead, dead, dead. Being dead sucks. Being alive wasn't the best either, but at least I could do more things. I mean, where's the point of living (well, deading really) if I can't even eat? Let alone change clothes! Why oh why did that stupid idiot John decide to kill me when I was wearing a pair of plain Levis and my blue singlet? Couldn't he have murdered me on prom night or something? Actually, why didn't he just not murder me? I mean, what the hell did I do?
Ok, so maybe I wasn't the most attentive girlfriend, but really, the guy was scary! Actually, I was just about to dump him when he.killed me. Oh. Well, that could be why he drowned me. The freakin' physco.
I get up and pace around my room. Well, I guess it's his room now. The new arrivals. For the past 3 years I've been staying here only one family has lived in this house. After I died and my parents moved away there was just the one family that lived there. And as much as I've been haunting the place I just can't get them to move out. Seriously, I shake windows, I move furniture, and what do they do? Blame it on the weather or the dog. How dumb can you get? I think the little ones on to me, but the two older sisters wouldn't have a clue. I mean, I pulled on Bianca's hair and all she did was yell at the dog. Poor dog. I should stop doing that.
This family is fairly boring but. I mean, there is only so many times you can write threatening messages in the fog on the mirror only to have it ignored or wiped off. But at least now I'll have something better to do. Because a BOY is moving into my room. And the closest contact I have had with a boy for the last three years was the time I stole that Boy Scouts cookies. So, while this boy might not be cute, and he might not be smart, and he might not even be nice, he is at least someone new to annoy. Hey, he might even be worth perving on!
I look out my windows at the family getting out of the car, scanning for the new addition. Finally my eyes fall upon 6 feet of incredibly hot, living boy. Oh. My. Gosh. There will definitely be perving happening in the next few years.
I sit back and wait for him to come upstairs.
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Jesse:
After having dinner with my new 'family' I wander upstairs to what's going to be my new room. I was expecting it to be plain, clean, maybe with a few big windows. I already new it had its own bathroom so I didn't have to share with my 'sisters'. I mean, they probably have cupboards full of make- up and stuff, I'd never be able to get in there.
The one thing I wasn't expecting was her.
As soon as I entered the room I stopped short. Sure, it was white, it was plain, it was clean. But at no point did I ever think of my room and picture a beautiful 16yr-old wearing Levis and a blue singlet. Who was dead.
"You can see me?" She asked, her voice un-believing.
"Yes." I answer, still shock.
I mean. Only in my dreams do I get a beautiful girl in my bedroom. And only in my nightmares is she already dead.
"What? How? You?" She continues, getting off her seat to come over to me.
She looked me over and poked in the chest.
"Ouch! Was that really necessary querida?" I say, the Spanish slipping out before I can stop it.
"Your not dead" she says amazedly.
"No. But you are." I reply, wondering where all this is going.
"Oh, aren't we speedy?" she answers sarcastically, but I can see a faint smile playing over her full red lips.
"So, why are you in my bedroom?" I ask, deciding to get things moving.
"Don't you mean, why am I in MY bedroom?" she answers, grinning cheekily.
"This is your bedroom?"
"It was. Before my boyfriend went insane and killed me." She says a-matter- of-factly, sitting back down on my bed.
"Ouch. But actually, I was wondering why your still around, being dead and all."
Not that I really want her to leave.
"Beats me. So how long are you staying here?" She asks, flopping back onto my blue blanket.
"Forever. Well, at least until I'm old enough to move out. I'm the step- son."
"Well. Welcome to my bedroom. Oh, let me show you something." She says excitedly, moving over to the bay windows. "See, if you want to sneak out at night you can just climb down here."
She points to the near-by drainpipe.
"I have a feeling I'll be using that a lot." I tell her.
"Why? Got a girl-friend to be sneaking off to?" She asks somewhat wistfully.
Probably because she misses her boyfriend. Who killed her. Okay, maybe not.
"No querida. I'm a mediator."
"A what when?" She asks, confused.
"A mediator. We can talk to the dead. Our job is to direct them towards the after-life."
"Wow. So you meet a lot of dead girls?"
"None like you querida."
Which is very true. No one I've met has this fire, this spirit, this. beauty.
"Why do you keep calling me querida?"
"Well, because I don't know your name." I quickly lie.
"It's Suze." She smiles at me.
"Well, I'm Jesse."
"Hi."
"Hi."
We stare at each other for a second then realize what's going on.
"Ahem. Well. Jesse. I have to go do. dead people things right now." She tells me, and de-materializes.
Wow. That was amazing. She was amazing.
Suddenly she re-appears.
"Jesse, what does querida mean?"
"Nothing."
"Okay.." She de-materializes again.
"Angel." I whisper. "Querida means angel."