Suze:
AH! Okay, breath Suze, breath. AH!
I think I'm in heaven. I have just met the HOTTEST guy in the universe and he can see me! Yes! He was so charming, with his Spanish accent and beautiful smile. And that killer body.I am so perving on him! Finally being able to make myself invisible comes in handy.
But he must think I'm the biggest dork. I mean, I poked him. Yup, that was just about the first thing did. Poke the guy and ask him if he's dead. But I couldn't help it! I'll be sharing a room with this guy! Unless he asks me to move out, in which case I will.....not. Like I'm going away from the one guy who can see me and is still breathing! Every time I think of him my face burns. And not just because of the way he looked at me with those dark eyes. Mainly because of the way I made such a fool of myself.
'I have to go do dead people things'? What was I thinking? Couldn't I have made up a better excuse than that? How about 'I have to go and talk to some of my ghost friends now, we're discussing heaven today'? But no, I have to go with the dead people thing. How dumb am I? Don't answer that.
Well, I've got to kill some time, so I decide to go my karate class. I know, I know how can someone who's dead take karate? Well, I just join in the living peoples classes. Ever since I got murdered I've been learning new ways to defend myself. I don't ever want to be murdered again. Not that I can be. Ah, I just needed something to fill that void. You know, the one that's usually filled with breathing and stuff.
So after my karate lesson I go back to my room, to find it occupied again. Yes!
"Hi Jesse."
"Hi querida." He smiles at me.
Hmmm, he knows my name yet he still calls me querida. Interesting.
"So are there more people like you? Mediators I mean?"
And are they all this hot?
"I think so. apparently the principal at my new school is one."
"Who's the principle?"
"Father Dom."
Wow. That would explain alot. Like why when everyone else was looking at the coffin in my funeral, he was looking at me.
"When you said 'why am I still here' what did you mean? 'Cause I'd really like to know why I'm still here too."
"Well, most ghosts know." He replies, confused.
"Hey buddy, do I look like most ghosts?"
"Certainly not." He says, a faint smile playing over those oh-so-kissable lips.
Ah. Suze, stop looking at his lips. Now.
"It's my job to help the ghosts do what they have to before they move on to. wherever they move on to." He tells me. "Only sometimes they don't move on so nicely. Sometimes I just have to. well, kill them. Again."
"Ouch. So, if you wanted to, you could kill me?" I say a little worriedly.
"Well, yes. But I don't particularly want to." He says off my horrified look.
"Good. 'Cause I've been through it once and it wasn't that much fun."
"Really? What was it like?" He asks, interested.
"Well," I start, sitting next to him on the bed. " I was just about to break up with my very disturbed boyfriend when he threw a physco and drowned me in his pool. Then the little jerk just calmly said 'John's been a bad, bad boy' and got my body and threw it in the ocean. Meanwhile, the dead me was following around trying to kill him. But it didn't work. I couldn't touch him. And then everyone thought I had drowned while swimming, which is stupid, like I'd do that. And the brat got away with it. The actual dying part wasn't very painful really, but being dead sucks. When John dies I'm going to kill him. Although he's already dead so how would I do that?"
At this point I broke off and realized I was babbling. But Jesse was still listening attentively. Wow. I would have tuned out by now.
"Well, maybe your still her because your death was never avenged." He suggests.
"Geez, you want to get rid of me already?" I ask, semi-seriously.
"No, not at all," he says hurriedly. "I just want to help you."
Hee hee. He said that quick enough. Maybe there is till hope for me to have a normal, healthy relationship. Hang on. How can a ghost and a mediator have a normal, healthy relationship? And why would this amazing guy be interested in me anyway? I mean, he's alive! He can have any girl he wants! He is going to be so popular when he starts school, I bet you he never comes home or even bothers talking to me!
"Hey Jesse, will you help me then?" I ask, trying to trick him into spending more time with me.
"Well, that is my job querida." He smiles.
"Help me find John. So I can bash the crap out of him."
That's been a fantasy of mine for the last three years.
"Sure. But it's going to be hard for you to bash him. Why not just let me do it?"
"Works for me." I say, eyeing those amazing muscles.
"Well, we'll start hunting for him tomorrow."
"Thanks. Night Jesse." I say.
"Goodnight querida." He replies.
I de-materialize, and go to beach, another place I like to go to kill time. I sit for hours wondering why I'm still here. Wondering if I still want to move on now that I've met Jesse. Ah, hell NO!
AH! Okay, breath Suze, breath. AH!
I think I'm in heaven. I have just met the HOTTEST guy in the universe and he can see me! Yes! He was so charming, with his Spanish accent and beautiful smile. And that killer body.I am so perving on him! Finally being able to make myself invisible comes in handy.
But he must think I'm the biggest dork. I mean, I poked him. Yup, that was just about the first thing did. Poke the guy and ask him if he's dead. But I couldn't help it! I'll be sharing a room with this guy! Unless he asks me to move out, in which case I will.....not. Like I'm going away from the one guy who can see me and is still breathing! Every time I think of him my face burns. And not just because of the way he looked at me with those dark eyes. Mainly because of the way I made such a fool of myself.
'I have to go do dead people things'? What was I thinking? Couldn't I have made up a better excuse than that? How about 'I have to go and talk to some of my ghost friends now, we're discussing heaven today'? But no, I have to go with the dead people thing. How dumb am I? Don't answer that.
Well, I've got to kill some time, so I decide to go my karate class. I know, I know how can someone who's dead take karate? Well, I just join in the living peoples classes. Ever since I got murdered I've been learning new ways to defend myself. I don't ever want to be murdered again. Not that I can be. Ah, I just needed something to fill that void. You know, the one that's usually filled with breathing and stuff.
So after my karate lesson I go back to my room, to find it occupied again. Yes!
"Hi Jesse."
"Hi querida." He smiles at me.
Hmmm, he knows my name yet he still calls me querida. Interesting.
"So are there more people like you? Mediators I mean?"
And are they all this hot?
"I think so. apparently the principal at my new school is one."
"Who's the principle?"
"Father Dom."
Wow. That would explain alot. Like why when everyone else was looking at the coffin in my funeral, he was looking at me.
"When you said 'why am I still here' what did you mean? 'Cause I'd really like to know why I'm still here too."
"Well, most ghosts know." He replies, confused.
"Hey buddy, do I look like most ghosts?"
"Certainly not." He says, a faint smile playing over those oh-so-kissable lips.
Ah. Suze, stop looking at his lips. Now.
"It's my job to help the ghosts do what they have to before they move on to. wherever they move on to." He tells me. "Only sometimes they don't move on so nicely. Sometimes I just have to. well, kill them. Again."
"Ouch. So, if you wanted to, you could kill me?" I say a little worriedly.
"Well, yes. But I don't particularly want to." He says off my horrified look.
"Good. 'Cause I've been through it once and it wasn't that much fun."
"Really? What was it like?" He asks, interested.
"Well," I start, sitting next to him on the bed. " I was just about to break up with my very disturbed boyfriend when he threw a physco and drowned me in his pool. Then the little jerk just calmly said 'John's been a bad, bad boy' and got my body and threw it in the ocean. Meanwhile, the dead me was following around trying to kill him. But it didn't work. I couldn't touch him. And then everyone thought I had drowned while swimming, which is stupid, like I'd do that. And the brat got away with it. The actual dying part wasn't very painful really, but being dead sucks. When John dies I'm going to kill him. Although he's already dead so how would I do that?"
At this point I broke off and realized I was babbling. But Jesse was still listening attentively. Wow. I would have tuned out by now.
"Well, maybe your still her because your death was never avenged." He suggests.
"Geez, you want to get rid of me already?" I ask, semi-seriously.
"No, not at all," he says hurriedly. "I just want to help you."
Hee hee. He said that quick enough. Maybe there is till hope for me to have a normal, healthy relationship. Hang on. How can a ghost and a mediator have a normal, healthy relationship? And why would this amazing guy be interested in me anyway? I mean, he's alive! He can have any girl he wants! He is going to be so popular when he starts school, I bet you he never comes home or even bothers talking to me!
"Hey Jesse, will you help me then?" I ask, trying to trick him into spending more time with me.
"Well, that is my job querida." He smiles.
"Help me find John. So I can bash the crap out of him."
That's been a fantasy of mine for the last three years.
"Sure. But it's going to be hard for you to bash him. Why not just let me do it?"
"Works for me." I say, eyeing those amazing muscles.
"Well, we'll start hunting for him tomorrow."
"Thanks. Night Jesse." I say.
"Goodnight querida." He replies.
I de-materialize, and go to beach, another place I like to go to kill time. I sit for hours wondering why I'm still here. Wondering if I still want to move on now that I've met Jesse. Ah, hell NO!