A/N: really sorry that I haven't updated earlier, but I was thinking about
dumping this fanfic and doing something else instead. Only after I managed
to open the reviews I decided that for the sake of the few people who liked
this story enough to review, I would update. I have a very important
question to ask my readers, and this question will shape the rest of the
book. Should this be a suze/paul or a suze/jesse fanfic? I think that the
answer will probably be suze/jesse, but I didn't notice any suze/paul
fanfics so I thought I might as well ask. Ideas are welcome, but I will
not promise you that I will actually put it into the fanfic. I will, of
course, TRY to, but I may not like the idea or it may just be impossible to
add it.
Plot of story (for those people who don't understand, it's kinda confusing): Suze gets captured by the ghost of Michael and knows that he kill her cuz he wants revenge for her sending him to jail. Suze decides to write a letter to tell people what happened to her and what led up to this current situation. In the middle of the letter she is cut off by.well, not going to tell yet. Then we go back to the present and end in the future.
Disclaimer: don't own anything but the plot, don't sue!
Back to suze's letter...
As it is, Paul and Michael..., well...they..it's too hard to say. I'll mention it later in the letter, although who knows if I will have the chance to later. To go back to what happened after that.
I walked home as school ended. I had not seen Paul for the rest of the day, but, to my surprise, I didn't see Michael either. My mind was full of what had happened. Why did Paul help me? Why did Michael come back? Was Father D. okay? (as I thought that I hit myself on the head for not having checked after Michael had left being too preoccupied to think straight). What was I going to do? The list goes on. I bumped into more than one person, and the only thing I kept a look out for was that telltale ghostly glow. All of a sudden I saw it, and it was headed straight for me. (A/N: this would make a great cliffie. But I have mercy so I am not going to cut off here, I Do need to get my fanfic rolling). I screamed at the top of my lungs, only to realize that it was just Jesse and that I was already home. I sighed with relief and gasped out, "Jesse, you scared me!" lame, I know, but what else could I say? I was too scared to think straight. You may be wondering what is going on right now. Jesse is obviously a ghost, so was Michael, and yet here I am claiming to be able not only to see them, but to talk to them too. Sounds like something out of a book, but it's not. I am a mediator, a person who can talk to ghosts and who's duty it is to help ghosts who died with an unsolved dilemma go to wherever ghosts go when they die. That's enough to tide you through this letter, if you don't believe me then ask Father Dom. He'll tell you. Jesse had started turning pale the moment I started to scream and the second I stopped he murmured in a rather concerned tone, "Nombre de Dios, Susannah, what HAPPENED to you? You look like you were just run over by a horse and the carriage it was pulling." I glared at him, "Jesse, you might be interested to know that most females don't like it when someone tells them that they aren't looking their best." I paused to savor Jesse's blush, before continuing, "but, because you seem to genuinely surprised and worried, I'll tell you what happened. Michael came back and he is out to get me." That got the effect I wanted... "If that (angry Spanish words that I am quite sure were as complimentary as the ones he used on Tad after he saw us kissing on our first date) dares lay one finger on you, I will make what I did to Paul look like a...a..." He obviously couldn't find a word to describe how the stack on Paul would seem. The only odd thing about this conversation was the odd light in Jesse's eyes. I, being the hopeful being I am, hoped that that emotion was love, but the chances of THAT was nil so I guess that that light had to mean something else...
I went to bed dreading the next day and forgetting to do my homework, when something like that happens you tend to forget trivial things like homework. Little did I know that the next day would be worse than I anticipated..far worse..
A/N: I know that this is VERY short, but until I get to the "good stuff" it's going to stay short.
Plot of story (for those people who don't understand, it's kinda confusing): Suze gets captured by the ghost of Michael and knows that he kill her cuz he wants revenge for her sending him to jail. Suze decides to write a letter to tell people what happened to her and what led up to this current situation. In the middle of the letter she is cut off by.well, not going to tell yet. Then we go back to the present and end in the future.
Disclaimer: don't own anything but the plot, don't sue!
Back to suze's letter...
As it is, Paul and Michael..., well...they..it's too hard to say. I'll mention it later in the letter, although who knows if I will have the chance to later. To go back to what happened after that.
I walked home as school ended. I had not seen Paul for the rest of the day, but, to my surprise, I didn't see Michael either. My mind was full of what had happened. Why did Paul help me? Why did Michael come back? Was Father D. okay? (as I thought that I hit myself on the head for not having checked after Michael had left being too preoccupied to think straight). What was I going to do? The list goes on. I bumped into more than one person, and the only thing I kept a look out for was that telltale ghostly glow. All of a sudden I saw it, and it was headed straight for me. (A/N: this would make a great cliffie. But I have mercy so I am not going to cut off here, I Do need to get my fanfic rolling). I screamed at the top of my lungs, only to realize that it was just Jesse and that I was already home. I sighed with relief and gasped out, "Jesse, you scared me!" lame, I know, but what else could I say? I was too scared to think straight. You may be wondering what is going on right now. Jesse is obviously a ghost, so was Michael, and yet here I am claiming to be able not only to see them, but to talk to them too. Sounds like something out of a book, but it's not. I am a mediator, a person who can talk to ghosts and who's duty it is to help ghosts who died with an unsolved dilemma go to wherever ghosts go when they die. That's enough to tide you through this letter, if you don't believe me then ask Father Dom. He'll tell you. Jesse had started turning pale the moment I started to scream and the second I stopped he murmured in a rather concerned tone, "Nombre de Dios, Susannah, what HAPPENED to you? You look like you were just run over by a horse and the carriage it was pulling." I glared at him, "Jesse, you might be interested to know that most females don't like it when someone tells them that they aren't looking their best." I paused to savor Jesse's blush, before continuing, "but, because you seem to genuinely surprised and worried, I'll tell you what happened. Michael came back and he is out to get me." That got the effect I wanted... "If that (angry Spanish words that I am quite sure were as complimentary as the ones he used on Tad after he saw us kissing on our first date) dares lay one finger on you, I will make what I did to Paul look like a...a..." He obviously couldn't find a word to describe how the stack on Paul would seem. The only odd thing about this conversation was the odd light in Jesse's eyes. I, being the hopeful being I am, hoped that that emotion was love, but the chances of THAT was nil so I guess that that light had to mean something else...
I went to bed dreading the next day and forgetting to do my homework, when something like that happens you tend to forget trivial things like homework. Little did I know that the next day would be worse than I anticipated..far worse..
A/N: I know that this is VERY short, but until I get to the "good stuff" it's going to stay short.