A/N: First of all, you don't know how much I enjoy getting your reviews.
Thanks so much!
Next, the lyrics at the end of the last chapter (and Suze's lyrics in this
chap.) were from "Could it be any harder?" by The Calling--a really good
song, btw.
You also wanted to know why Jesse couldn't come and see Suze. It's just
that there's something that keeps everyone who was murdered in the same
place--I'm hoping to expand that definition later on in the story. So, I
hope you enjoy this next chapter (bookgirl--I know it's sad, sorry!)
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Father Dominic held my hands in his."We will all miss you, Susannah. Remember that you will always be welcomed at the Mission."
Sure I would. That's why Cee Cee called me last night and told me that Kelly Prescott had already chosen my replacement as class VP; Paul Slater.
But of course, I didn't say that. "I know, Father D. I'm going to miss you, too."
"Suzie!" I heard my mother call me from the ticket check-in. "Hurry up, or we'll miss the flight." Since it was a school day, Cee Cee and Adam couldn't come to say good-bye, but Father Dom had. And Paul, very mysteriously, hadn't talked to me since I kicked him out of my room the other day.
"Well," he said. "You better be going. Call me if you are ever in trouble," he tried to sound all cryptic, though it didn't really work.
I gave him a quick hug. "I love you, Father Dominic." I said, and ran off to join Brad, who was going on about how he wasn't going to carry my stuff.
My mom knew how upset I was about the whole moving thing so she told me that she would have a surprise waiting for me at the airport. I was kind of hoping for it to be my own car with Jesse in the passenger seat and Cee Cee and Adam in the backseat, all waiting for me so we could go to the beach (hey, a girl can dream).
But when I caught up with them, Mom handed me a first class ticket.
Sweet. Not a new convertible. But still.
"Oh, Suze," She said all sympathetically. "It was the least Andy and I could do." I admit, I was trying really hard to conceal a grin. Especially when Dopey and Doc--Sleepy stayed in college, sharing an apartment with Neil Jankow--started shouting about how unfair it was that I would be eating a three course meal with all the leg-room I wanted, while they were squeezed between two strangers eating a mini bag of pretzels.
I guess Mom noticed it, though, because she smiled a little and we walked into the security check-in.
As the airplane lifted off the ground while later, I looked out the window at all the houses that were growing smaller by the second, and though of everything I was leaving behind.
I felt the tears swelling up in my chest. But I wouldn't cry. I closed my eyes to stop the tears. Thought of happier things. But all I could think of was him.
Jesse. . . .
Like sand on my feet,
The smell of sweet perfume
You stick to me forever, baby
I wish you didn't go, I wish you didn't go,
I wish you didn't go away
To touch you again,
With life in your hands,
It couldn't be any harder.. harder..
Jesse:
That final good-bye was the worst. She sat in her room, knowing what was going to happen next.
Waiting.
"Susannah," I said, finally. "I'm sorry it had to turn out this way." I couldn't think, and decided to repeat what Father Dominic had told me. "But it. . . well, it was never going to work out, and I think it's time that you. . . that you, moved on." I swallowed.
"W. . . what do you m-mean?" she wanted to know. Even though she knew exactly what I meant.
"I mean," I said, my heart aching with every word. "That you leaving is a good thing."
She looked at me with such hurt in her emerald eyes, that I couldn't resist snatching her up in a hug.
"Jesse," she said, sniffling. "Don't say that. I know you don't mean it. We'll be together again soon."
"Yes, Querida." I whispered. "Promise you won't forget me."
She looked at me with such disbelief. "Never." she said into my shoulder.
Pretty green eyes,
So full of wonder and despair
Its all right to cry
For i'll be there to wipe your tears
And in your arms
Together we're in paradise,
And its so nice,
You'll never have to be alone
Susannah:
He wore a green baseball cap that matched his--and my own--eyes. Underneath that, his curly black hair fell just below his ears.
When he noticed me looking at him, he grinned. Revealing a mouth adorned with green braces, which also matched his jade eyes. He obviously knew that green did him wonders, because I found myself staring at him, and forgetting all about my mother, who was waving her hand in front of my face in an "Earth to Suze" manner.
"Suzie," she said. "Come inside, It's starting to rain," It was indeed. The fat drops were splashing against my face, and I hadn't even noticed.
But when I did, I also noticed that I was standing in the middle of my front yard, in the rain, staring at this kid who was sitting on his porch with his headphones on.
"Um, I'm coming." I said, my face in flames. Then I ran into the house as fast as my legs could take me. I risked a glance back, but he was nowhere to be seen.
After a two and a half hour flight, we arrived in Detroit around noon. I stepped off the craft, and the first thing I noticed was the heat. I could have sworn it was about 100% humidity, and about ninety degrees out. Much like it was back in New York, I realized.
After we gathered all of our stuff, we took a cab to our new home, a half hour away. Rockwood Township is the most average city you could possibly ask for. There are new houses going up around every corner, all the houses look the same, and everyone who lives in them is all stuck-up and--according to them--are too good for you, so they don't even spare you a passing glance.
I love it here already.
But all I can do now is wonder what everyone back home is doing. And think of that kid next door.
A/N: Okay, so Suze sort of likes him. But this story is going to take an unexpected twist soon. I'm also planning on making it a little long, so I'd really appreciate it if you stick with me. Anyway, thanks a million for reviewing. *gives you all virtual hugs* Lots o' luv, Luna.
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Father Dominic held my hands in his."We will all miss you, Susannah. Remember that you will always be welcomed at the Mission."
Sure I would. That's why Cee Cee called me last night and told me that Kelly Prescott had already chosen my replacement as class VP; Paul Slater.
But of course, I didn't say that. "I know, Father D. I'm going to miss you, too."
"Suzie!" I heard my mother call me from the ticket check-in. "Hurry up, or we'll miss the flight." Since it was a school day, Cee Cee and Adam couldn't come to say good-bye, but Father Dom had. And Paul, very mysteriously, hadn't talked to me since I kicked him out of my room the other day.
"Well," he said. "You better be going. Call me if you are ever in trouble," he tried to sound all cryptic, though it didn't really work.
I gave him a quick hug. "I love you, Father Dominic." I said, and ran off to join Brad, who was going on about how he wasn't going to carry my stuff.
My mom knew how upset I was about the whole moving thing so she told me that she would have a surprise waiting for me at the airport. I was kind of hoping for it to be my own car with Jesse in the passenger seat and Cee Cee and Adam in the backseat, all waiting for me so we could go to the beach (hey, a girl can dream).
But when I caught up with them, Mom handed me a first class ticket.
Sweet. Not a new convertible. But still.
"Oh, Suze," She said all sympathetically. "It was the least Andy and I could do." I admit, I was trying really hard to conceal a grin. Especially when Dopey and Doc--Sleepy stayed in college, sharing an apartment with Neil Jankow--started shouting about how unfair it was that I would be eating a three course meal with all the leg-room I wanted, while they were squeezed between two strangers eating a mini bag of pretzels.
I guess Mom noticed it, though, because she smiled a little and we walked into the security check-in.
As the airplane lifted off the ground while later, I looked out the window at all the houses that were growing smaller by the second, and though of everything I was leaving behind.
I felt the tears swelling up in my chest. But I wouldn't cry. I closed my eyes to stop the tears. Thought of happier things. But all I could think of was him.
Jesse. . . .
Like sand on my feet,
The smell of sweet perfume
You stick to me forever, baby
I wish you didn't go, I wish you didn't go,
I wish you didn't go away
To touch you again,
With life in your hands,
It couldn't be any harder.. harder..
Jesse:
That final good-bye was the worst. She sat in her room, knowing what was going to happen next.
Waiting.
"Susannah," I said, finally. "I'm sorry it had to turn out this way." I couldn't think, and decided to repeat what Father Dominic had told me. "But it. . . well, it was never going to work out, and I think it's time that you. . . that you, moved on." I swallowed.
"W. . . what do you m-mean?" she wanted to know. Even though she knew exactly what I meant.
"I mean," I said, my heart aching with every word. "That you leaving is a good thing."
She looked at me with such hurt in her emerald eyes, that I couldn't resist snatching her up in a hug.
"Jesse," she said, sniffling. "Don't say that. I know you don't mean it. We'll be together again soon."
"Yes, Querida." I whispered. "Promise you won't forget me."
She looked at me with such disbelief. "Never." she said into my shoulder.
Pretty green eyes,
So full of wonder and despair
Its all right to cry
For i'll be there to wipe your tears
And in your arms
Together we're in paradise,
And its so nice,
You'll never have to be alone
Susannah:
He wore a green baseball cap that matched his--and my own--eyes. Underneath that, his curly black hair fell just below his ears.
When he noticed me looking at him, he grinned. Revealing a mouth adorned with green braces, which also matched his jade eyes. He obviously knew that green did him wonders, because I found myself staring at him, and forgetting all about my mother, who was waving her hand in front of my face in an "Earth to Suze" manner.
"Suzie," she said. "Come inside, It's starting to rain," It was indeed. The fat drops were splashing against my face, and I hadn't even noticed.
But when I did, I also noticed that I was standing in the middle of my front yard, in the rain, staring at this kid who was sitting on his porch with his headphones on.
"Um, I'm coming." I said, my face in flames. Then I ran into the house as fast as my legs could take me. I risked a glance back, but he was nowhere to be seen.
After a two and a half hour flight, we arrived in Detroit around noon. I stepped off the craft, and the first thing I noticed was the heat. I could have sworn it was about 100% humidity, and about ninety degrees out. Much like it was back in New York, I realized.
After we gathered all of our stuff, we took a cab to our new home, a half hour away. Rockwood Township is the most average city you could possibly ask for. There are new houses going up around every corner, all the houses look the same, and everyone who lives in them is all stuck-up and--according to them--are too good for you, so they don't even spare you a passing glance.
I love it here already.
But all I can do now is wonder what everyone back home is doing. And think of that kid next door.
A/N: Okay, so Suze sort of likes him. But this story is going to take an unexpected twist soon. I'm also planning on making it a little long, so I'd really appreciate it if you stick with me. Anyway, thanks a million for reviewing. *gives you all virtual hugs* Lots o' luv, Luna.