A/N: Wow. Thanks soo much to everyone who has reviewed to far! I hope you
like this chapter as much as the others.
Susannnah:
Jesse had just given me the sweetest kiss when Paul walked into my room and was all, "Well, Suze, your mom told me to come on up. She said it might cheer you up a bit. But it looks like de Silva arrived here before me."
"Knock much?" I said sarcastically. Meanwhile, Jesse's hands, I noticed, had clenched into fists.
Paul was looking partucularly nice today in a pair of jeans that fit him in all the right places, and an Abercrombie and Fitch t-shirt that did the same. I swallowed, then scolded myself for thinking of Paul in that way.
"What do you want?" I asked, slipping my hand into Jesse's.
"What?" he wanted to know. "Am I not allowed to visit you anymore?" I opened my mouth to tell him that he was certainly not, but he said, "By the way, what's up with all those boxes in your living room?"
"Paul," I said, irritated that he had brought up the subject. "Get out of here right now or I'm going to kick your sorry--"
Jesse's eyes widened. "Susannah!" he scolded.
I rolled my eyes at him. I don't know what Jesse has against me swearing. He does it in Spanish whenever he gets mad--although he thinks I don't notice--so why shouldn't I?. "Paul. Get out of my house."
Paul laughed. "Would you two lighten up? Look at yourselves. You're both about ready to beat the crap out of me and I haven't done anything to you."
I couldn't help laughing a little, too, because he was right."Sorry," I said, smiling, and felt Jesse's once iron grip loosen. "So what is it that you want?"
"Well," he said, taking a seat on my bed. "I overheard your mother talking to Father Dominic, and she mentioned that you were moving soon, so I came to wish you farewell."
I couldn't belive my ears. My mother had gone and told Father Dominic that I was moving before she even told me! And because of this even Paul knew before me.
Unbelieveable.
"Thanks alot, Paul. But we're not moving for at least a couple more months."
"Really?" he asked, looking smug. "That's not what your mom told Father Dominic."
We both blinked at him. "What are you talking about?" I said, finally.
"You don't know?" he asked, feigning innocence. "Well, your folks said that you'd be leaving sometime next week."
"Next week?" I squawked, sinking down on my bed next to Paul. "There is no way that we can pack all of our stuff up that soon." It's funny. But that was the first thing that crossed my mind.
Jesse:
And yet they did. Manage to pack all their stuff in less than a week, I mean. It was amazing how fast that week past by.
The next day I sat in Susannah's room while she said good-bye to her friends Adam and Cee Cee. I was telling her how lonely it was going to be with no one around anymore when they burst into the room without knocking.
"Suze," Cee Cee said, placing her sunglasses on her head revealing her violet eyes. "You must be really down. I mean, you just got here. Anyway, Adam and I are--upset, I mean-- so we brought you something. Call it a going away gift. We really hope you like it."
I swear, this girl talks almost as fast as Susannah. Almost.
She handed her a large book entitled "Ghost Stories of Salinas County". Susannah gasped and looked at Cee Cee incredulously. "To read on the airplane." she said, grinning.
"Cee Cee, I--"
Cee Cee held her hand up. "You can thank me later." Even though chances were there wouldn't be a 'later'. "This is from Adam."
Adam, who was busy admiring Susannah's almost empty room, handed her a small package. Susannah glanced at where I was sitting, as if asking me for approval, and slowly opened the package.
Inside was a bottle about the size of her thumb filled with sand.WE'LL MISS YOU. LOVE, ADAM, was scrawled on the side of the bottle, in permanent marker.
"It's from the beach." he said. "It's homemade, not something I bought from a souvenir shop. To remember us by."
I straightened up a little when she smiled and threw her arms around him. I knew it was just a friendly hug, but I'm not really comfortable with Susannah hugging any guy (besides her father) for any reason.
"Thanks so much, you guys." She said, tearing up a little.
While they spent the rest of the day with her reminiscing about the seven months they spent together, I paid Father Dominic a visit.
When he realized I was there, he looked up from the papers he was signing. "Ah, Jesse. I thought you'd be stopping by, what with Susannah leaving. I know how hard this must be for you, Jesse, and I'd like you to know that I'm still here if you need anyone to talk to."
I sank down in a chair across from him. "Thanks," I mumbled, barely audible. Then, "Padre, this. . . it just doesn't feel right."
"Yes." he said, cleaning his bifocals. "Yes, it must be. I know it's little consolation, but you must remember that it would have never worked out otherwise. It's time that Susannah moved on. And it's hard to do. Belive me, I know. Jesse, if you really want what's best for her, let her go."
I nodded. "You're right, Father."
You left me with goodbye and open arms
A cut so deep I don't deserve
Well, you were always invincible in my eyes
The only thing against us now is time
Could it be any harder to say goodbye and without you,
Could it be any harder to watch you go, to face what's true
If I only had one more day
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A/N: Aw! Poor Jesse! You'll just have to keep reading to find out what happens next!
Susannnah:
Jesse had just given me the sweetest kiss when Paul walked into my room and was all, "Well, Suze, your mom told me to come on up. She said it might cheer you up a bit. But it looks like de Silva arrived here before me."
"Knock much?" I said sarcastically. Meanwhile, Jesse's hands, I noticed, had clenched into fists.
Paul was looking partucularly nice today in a pair of jeans that fit him in all the right places, and an Abercrombie and Fitch t-shirt that did the same. I swallowed, then scolded myself for thinking of Paul in that way.
"What do you want?" I asked, slipping my hand into Jesse's.
"What?" he wanted to know. "Am I not allowed to visit you anymore?" I opened my mouth to tell him that he was certainly not, but he said, "By the way, what's up with all those boxes in your living room?"
"Paul," I said, irritated that he had brought up the subject. "Get out of here right now or I'm going to kick your sorry--"
Jesse's eyes widened. "Susannah!" he scolded.
I rolled my eyes at him. I don't know what Jesse has against me swearing. He does it in Spanish whenever he gets mad--although he thinks I don't notice--so why shouldn't I?. "Paul. Get out of my house."
Paul laughed. "Would you two lighten up? Look at yourselves. You're both about ready to beat the crap out of me and I haven't done anything to you."
I couldn't help laughing a little, too, because he was right."Sorry," I said, smiling, and felt Jesse's once iron grip loosen. "So what is it that you want?"
"Well," he said, taking a seat on my bed. "I overheard your mother talking to Father Dominic, and she mentioned that you were moving soon, so I came to wish you farewell."
I couldn't belive my ears. My mother had gone and told Father Dominic that I was moving before she even told me! And because of this even Paul knew before me.
Unbelieveable.
"Thanks alot, Paul. But we're not moving for at least a couple more months."
"Really?" he asked, looking smug. "That's not what your mom told Father Dominic."
We both blinked at him. "What are you talking about?" I said, finally.
"You don't know?" he asked, feigning innocence. "Well, your folks said that you'd be leaving sometime next week."
"Next week?" I squawked, sinking down on my bed next to Paul. "There is no way that we can pack all of our stuff up that soon." It's funny. But that was the first thing that crossed my mind.
Jesse:
And yet they did. Manage to pack all their stuff in less than a week, I mean. It was amazing how fast that week past by.
The next day I sat in Susannah's room while she said good-bye to her friends Adam and Cee Cee. I was telling her how lonely it was going to be with no one around anymore when they burst into the room without knocking.
"Suze," Cee Cee said, placing her sunglasses on her head revealing her violet eyes. "You must be really down. I mean, you just got here. Anyway, Adam and I are--upset, I mean-- so we brought you something. Call it a going away gift. We really hope you like it."
I swear, this girl talks almost as fast as Susannah. Almost.
She handed her a large book entitled "Ghost Stories of Salinas County". Susannah gasped and looked at Cee Cee incredulously. "To read on the airplane." she said, grinning.
"Cee Cee, I--"
Cee Cee held her hand up. "You can thank me later." Even though chances were there wouldn't be a 'later'. "This is from Adam."
Adam, who was busy admiring Susannah's almost empty room, handed her a small package. Susannah glanced at where I was sitting, as if asking me for approval, and slowly opened the package.
Inside was a bottle about the size of her thumb filled with sand.WE'LL MISS YOU. LOVE, ADAM, was scrawled on the side of the bottle, in permanent marker.
"It's from the beach." he said. "It's homemade, not something I bought from a souvenir shop. To remember us by."
I straightened up a little when she smiled and threw her arms around him. I knew it was just a friendly hug, but I'm not really comfortable with Susannah hugging any guy (besides her father) for any reason.
"Thanks so much, you guys." She said, tearing up a little.
While they spent the rest of the day with her reminiscing about the seven months they spent together, I paid Father Dominic a visit.
When he realized I was there, he looked up from the papers he was signing. "Ah, Jesse. I thought you'd be stopping by, what with Susannah leaving. I know how hard this must be for you, Jesse, and I'd like you to know that I'm still here if you need anyone to talk to."
I sank down in a chair across from him. "Thanks," I mumbled, barely audible. Then, "Padre, this. . . it just doesn't feel right."
"Yes." he said, cleaning his bifocals. "Yes, it must be. I know it's little consolation, but you must remember that it would have never worked out otherwise. It's time that Susannah moved on. And it's hard to do. Belive me, I know. Jesse, if you really want what's best for her, let her go."
I nodded. "You're right, Father."
You left me with goodbye and open arms
A cut so deep I don't deserve
Well, you were always invincible in my eyes
The only thing against us now is time
Could it be any harder to say goodbye and without you,
Could it be any harder to watch you go, to face what's true
If I only had one more day
_______________
A/N: Aw! Poor Jesse! You'll just have to keep reading to find out what happens next!