A/N: Sorry it took so long to update, but I've been really busy lately. And
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Susannnah:
I know. I know. I just left Jesse. I shouldn't be thinking about other guys. But it's not so much that I like him. There was just something that made me curious.
Anyway, I would have to deal with that later.
I walked inside our new home to find everyone walking in every direction with boxes in their arms.
"Suze," my mother stopped and said, when she noticed me come in. "Take all the boxes with your name on them, and go find yourself a room before the boys do." But it was too late.
I got upstairs and the only two rooms, besides the master bedroom, was occupied by my brothers.
"Mom!" I shouted down the stairs. "Looks like I'm going to have to move into the garage."
She met me at the top. "Don't be silly, Suzie. Come with me." She led me down some more stairs into what must have been the basement. "We thought that you would like a little privacy, so we decided to save this room for you."
I walked in and said, "Uh, thank's, Mom." It wasn't too bad. It was nice and cool down here, and I wouldn't be forced to listen to Dopey's rap music.
"I'm glad you like it." She said, and went off to help Andy finish unpacking.
I looked around for a while then sat on the matress that had already been assembled for me. The walls were bare. There were no windows like the one back in Carmel that I could see the beach from.
I lay down on my back, missing everything. Missing Jesse. I wondered what he could be doing. . . .
Jesse:
Only a day without Susannah, and I already feel miserable. Father Dominic is worried about me. He says I shouldn't spend all day petting Spike and staring out of Susannah's window.
I don't see what's wrong with that, though. But I know, like Father Dominic reminds me all too often, that I must let her go. I tell him that this is no consolation and he says, "Jesse, come with me. I will tell you a story."
I thought this was a little strange, but followed him to his office. He sat down behind his desk and began.
"When I was your age, Jesse, I was a young and full of spirit. I always wanted to go out and explore the world. To learn how everything worked, to explore, that's why I became a biology teacher. But that's not what I'm going to tell you about. At the time, I was interested in a girl, Amaya. She was spirited and fun, we loved eachother very much, Jesse. But unfortunately, Amaya had been dead for well over fifty years."
This had gotten me interested, so I sat down in the chair across from him, and rested my chin on my hands.
"Much like you and Susannah," he continued, looking as if it pained him to recall. "So, Amaya and I enjoyed our time together. And we loved eachother very much. But one day, Jesse, she broke my heart." He paused for a long while, and stared at his desk. Then, "She told me that she loved me, but it was not Heaven. She wanted to move on. And then, she was gone. Leaving me with a broken heart. I never heard from her again."
Wow. Father Dominic had loved a ghost. This is not something you hear about every day. "I'm sorry, Father Dominic." I whispered.
"Yes," he said, quietly. "Yes, I know. But you see, Jesse. The reason I told you that--and don't you think of telling Susannah, I will let her know when the time comes--I told you this story because I don't want either of you to get hurt, like I did. But I can see, Jesse, that it's too late for you."
"Father," I said, suddenly. "Tell me about Amaya. What was she like?"
He smiled. "She was very beautiful."
Susannah:
"Suzie!" I heard my mom call me from the stairs. I must have drifted off to sleep, because when I woke up, there were boxes with my name on them scattered all over the floor. Andy must have brought them down.
I got off of the bed and straightened up. "Coming!" I called, and jogged upstairs. When I reached the top I saw something I was so not expecting.
"This is Mr. and Mrs. Moore," My mother said, motioning to a happy- looking couple. "And these are their kids, Maya and Cade." Maya looked about my age with hazel eyes and perfectly straight honey-blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. She was, I found out later, the Kelly Prescott of Rockwood.
And, much to my surprise, Cade was the kid I had been staring at earlier that day. He smiled, and I could feel my face heating up.
"Um, hi." I said, lamely, and shook their hands.
"The Moores have offered to treat us to dinner, since we are new to the neighborhood. Isn't that nice, Suzie?" My mother said. Why, oh why, must she call me Suzie in front of such a hot guy?
"Yeah," I said.
Thankfully, Andy, Dopey and David came strolling in at that moment. Then, we all piled up in two cars, and headed out to some expensive French restaurant that Mrs. Moore said was just darling.
Whatever.
And I don't even know how, but I ended up sitting next to Cade in Andy's car. This was seriously torture. Not that it was bad. He had this nice, soapy scent about him, and he kept trying to start up a conversation by saying things like, "So which do you like better, Michigan or California?"--a no brainer, by the way. But that's not even why.
It was because someone else was in the car with us. Someone who wasn't alive.
A/N: I hope you liked this chapter. Please tell me what you think. Thanks a bunch, Luna.
Susannnah:
I know. I know. I just left Jesse. I shouldn't be thinking about other guys. But it's not so much that I like him. There was just something that made me curious.
Anyway, I would have to deal with that later.
I walked inside our new home to find everyone walking in every direction with boxes in their arms.
"Suze," my mother stopped and said, when she noticed me come in. "Take all the boxes with your name on them, and go find yourself a room before the boys do." But it was too late.
I got upstairs and the only two rooms, besides the master bedroom, was occupied by my brothers.
"Mom!" I shouted down the stairs. "Looks like I'm going to have to move into the garage."
She met me at the top. "Don't be silly, Suzie. Come with me." She led me down some more stairs into what must have been the basement. "We thought that you would like a little privacy, so we decided to save this room for you."
I walked in and said, "Uh, thank's, Mom." It wasn't too bad. It was nice and cool down here, and I wouldn't be forced to listen to Dopey's rap music.
"I'm glad you like it." She said, and went off to help Andy finish unpacking.
I looked around for a while then sat on the matress that had already been assembled for me. The walls were bare. There were no windows like the one back in Carmel that I could see the beach from.
I lay down on my back, missing everything. Missing Jesse. I wondered what he could be doing. . . .
Jesse:
Only a day without Susannah, and I already feel miserable. Father Dominic is worried about me. He says I shouldn't spend all day petting Spike and staring out of Susannah's window.
I don't see what's wrong with that, though. But I know, like Father Dominic reminds me all too often, that I must let her go. I tell him that this is no consolation and he says, "Jesse, come with me. I will tell you a story."
I thought this was a little strange, but followed him to his office. He sat down behind his desk and began.
"When I was your age, Jesse, I was a young and full of spirit. I always wanted to go out and explore the world. To learn how everything worked, to explore, that's why I became a biology teacher. But that's not what I'm going to tell you about. At the time, I was interested in a girl, Amaya. She was spirited and fun, we loved eachother very much, Jesse. But unfortunately, Amaya had been dead for well over fifty years."
This had gotten me interested, so I sat down in the chair across from him, and rested my chin on my hands.
"Much like you and Susannah," he continued, looking as if it pained him to recall. "So, Amaya and I enjoyed our time together. And we loved eachother very much. But one day, Jesse, she broke my heart." He paused for a long while, and stared at his desk. Then, "She told me that she loved me, but it was not Heaven. She wanted to move on. And then, she was gone. Leaving me with a broken heart. I never heard from her again."
Wow. Father Dominic had loved a ghost. This is not something you hear about every day. "I'm sorry, Father Dominic." I whispered.
"Yes," he said, quietly. "Yes, I know. But you see, Jesse. The reason I told you that--and don't you think of telling Susannah, I will let her know when the time comes--I told you this story because I don't want either of you to get hurt, like I did. But I can see, Jesse, that it's too late for you."
"Father," I said, suddenly. "Tell me about Amaya. What was she like?"
He smiled. "She was very beautiful."
Susannah:
"Suzie!" I heard my mom call me from the stairs. I must have drifted off to sleep, because when I woke up, there were boxes with my name on them scattered all over the floor. Andy must have brought them down.
I got off of the bed and straightened up. "Coming!" I called, and jogged upstairs. When I reached the top I saw something I was so not expecting.
"This is Mr. and Mrs. Moore," My mother said, motioning to a happy- looking couple. "And these are their kids, Maya and Cade." Maya looked about my age with hazel eyes and perfectly straight honey-blonde hair that fell to her shoulders. She was, I found out later, the Kelly Prescott of Rockwood.
And, much to my surprise, Cade was the kid I had been staring at earlier that day. He smiled, and I could feel my face heating up.
"Um, hi." I said, lamely, and shook their hands.
"The Moores have offered to treat us to dinner, since we are new to the neighborhood. Isn't that nice, Suzie?" My mother said. Why, oh why, must she call me Suzie in front of such a hot guy?
"Yeah," I said.
Thankfully, Andy, Dopey and David came strolling in at that moment. Then, we all piled up in two cars, and headed out to some expensive French restaurant that Mrs. Moore said was just darling.
Whatever.
And I don't even know how, but I ended up sitting next to Cade in Andy's car. This was seriously torture. Not that it was bad. He had this nice, soapy scent about him, and he kept trying to start up a conversation by saying things like, "So which do you like better, Michigan or California?"--a no brainer, by the way. But that's not even why.
It was because someone else was in the car with us. Someone who wasn't alive.
A/N: I hope you liked this chapter. Please tell me what you think. Thanks a bunch, Luna.