Title: Life Itself
Author: Sara n Lizzie
Disclaimer: Meg is God.
Rating: PG-13, possibly changing
Summary: Post Haunted. A whole new catastrophe arises. Jesse and Suze have got to trust Paul to survive, and nothing is as it seems.
Author's Note: This chapter takes place a week and a half later than the last one. Review!
"When times go bad, when time go rough, wont you lay me down in the tall grass and let me do my stuff?" -Fleetwood Mac
I turned around and hightailed it back out of my house. Paul unlocked his BMW, and I climbed in. "Suze?" he asked.
I shook my head. "Just drive."
So he drove to his house. I climbed out of his car and stood, looking up at the sky. I didn't even notice tears were running down my face, until I felt Paul's hand wiping them away. He pulled me into a hug.
"It's gonna be ok Suze."
"I really don't understand what just happened."
"She kissed him. That has to be it. Jesse loves you too much to kiss her."
If I hadn't been so emotionally pain stricken, I would have laughed at the absurdity of the situation. Paul was comforting me and defending Jesse at the same time.
I pulled away, suddenly uncomfortable to be hugged by Paul. I wiped the tears off of my face, Paul hasn't witnessed Suze crying many times and I hated being so vulnerable in front of him. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I felt lips on mine. And I knew they weren't Jesse's but somehow I couldn't process thoughts. I seemed to be able to process kisses though. From a distance it seemed, I heard Kelly's voice, and maybe Jakes.
I wasn't making out much, but I could tell that someone was kissing me, and his hands were now in my hair, among other places. I could tell I was kissing him back. And I could tell that the guy was Paul. ~*~*~*~*~*~**~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Sitting on Kelly's back deck with Kelly herself, and Debbie, the events of the previous night began to come back slowly, but not without the full- fledged horror they brought with them.
Apparently, according to my memory, and tidbits of much needed information from Kelly and Debbie, this is how last night went. Paul had brought me to Kelly's, where I had foolishly decided to try and forget Jessie with the help of alcohol.
Let me tell you now, I am not a partier, and don't plan on turning into one, especially not after these massive headaches. So, as the story goes, I forgot a little too much (and I remember most of this) started making out with Paul.
Then, according to Kelly, she called my mom, and informed her that I was spending the night, but couldn't talk right now because Debbie was giving me a facial. For once, Kelly had decided to use the brain God gave her.
And then Paul. I had kissed him. I had been kissing him, but as far as I know, it had not exceeded kissing. Granted, I woke up on Kelly's guest room bed lying next to him, but fully clothed. And now, that all this information had been revealed, plus I was reliving the image of seeing Jake with his tongue in Kelly's mouth, I just wanted to go home and make up with Jesse. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I called Jake. Paul had woken up this morning, due to my stirring, sitting up and almost screaming, and said "Oh boy." He left shortly after. Not that I'd really feel comfortable in a car him with anyway. It was, so to speak, the morning after. So Jake came to get me.
"Man you got trashed last night." He said as I got in the car.
Thank you Captain Obvious. "Don't tell Mom or Andy?" I asked. Jake agreed.
"You might want to watch out for Slater." Jake advised as we pulled up the driveway. "He was already here today."
My head was pounding from excess alcohol intake, and it was still early, so I was having trouble processing this information. "Paul? Was here?"
"Yea. Way early. Said he left his trig book yesterday. Your mom let him right up to your room. He was up there for awhile."
"You were awake way early?" Leave it to me to focus the on the non- relevant part of the sentence. Wait a minute. My brain jogged backwards through Jake's sentence and tripped over a few words. Paul was in my room for an extended amount of time, looking for a trig book he never left at my house.
He told Jesse.
Author: Sara n Lizzie
Disclaimer: Meg is God.
Rating: PG-13, possibly changing
Summary: Post Haunted. A whole new catastrophe arises. Jesse and Suze have got to trust Paul to survive, and nothing is as it seems.
Author's Note: This chapter takes place a week and a half later than the last one. Review!
"When times go bad, when time go rough, wont you lay me down in the tall grass and let me do my stuff?" -Fleetwood Mac
I turned around and hightailed it back out of my house. Paul unlocked his BMW, and I climbed in. "Suze?" he asked.
I shook my head. "Just drive."
So he drove to his house. I climbed out of his car and stood, looking up at the sky. I didn't even notice tears were running down my face, until I felt Paul's hand wiping them away. He pulled me into a hug.
"It's gonna be ok Suze."
"I really don't understand what just happened."
"She kissed him. That has to be it. Jesse loves you too much to kiss her."
If I hadn't been so emotionally pain stricken, I would have laughed at the absurdity of the situation. Paul was comforting me and defending Jesse at the same time.
I pulled away, suddenly uncomfortable to be hugged by Paul. I wiped the tears off of my face, Paul hasn't witnessed Suze crying many times and I hated being so vulnerable in front of him. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I felt lips on mine. And I knew they weren't Jesse's but somehow I couldn't process thoughts. I seemed to be able to process kisses though. From a distance it seemed, I heard Kelly's voice, and maybe Jakes.
I wasn't making out much, but I could tell that someone was kissing me, and his hands were now in my hair, among other places. I could tell I was kissing him back. And I could tell that the guy was Paul. ~*~*~*~*~*~**~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Sitting on Kelly's back deck with Kelly herself, and Debbie, the events of the previous night began to come back slowly, but not without the full- fledged horror they brought with them.
Apparently, according to my memory, and tidbits of much needed information from Kelly and Debbie, this is how last night went. Paul had brought me to Kelly's, where I had foolishly decided to try and forget Jessie with the help of alcohol.
Let me tell you now, I am not a partier, and don't plan on turning into one, especially not after these massive headaches. So, as the story goes, I forgot a little too much (and I remember most of this) started making out with Paul.
Then, according to Kelly, she called my mom, and informed her that I was spending the night, but couldn't talk right now because Debbie was giving me a facial. For once, Kelly had decided to use the brain God gave her.
And then Paul. I had kissed him. I had been kissing him, but as far as I know, it had not exceeded kissing. Granted, I woke up on Kelly's guest room bed lying next to him, but fully clothed. And now, that all this information had been revealed, plus I was reliving the image of seeing Jake with his tongue in Kelly's mouth, I just wanted to go home and make up with Jesse. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I called Jake. Paul had woken up this morning, due to my stirring, sitting up and almost screaming, and said "Oh boy." He left shortly after. Not that I'd really feel comfortable in a car him with anyway. It was, so to speak, the morning after. So Jake came to get me.
"Man you got trashed last night." He said as I got in the car.
Thank you Captain Obvious. "Don't tell Mom or Andy?" I asked. Jake agreed.
"You might want to watch out for Slater." Jake advised as we pulled up the driveway. "He was already here today."
My head was pounding from excess alcohol intake, and it was still early, so I was having trouble processing this information. "Paul? Was here?"
"Yea. Way early. Said he left his trig book yesterday. Your mom let him right up to your room. He was up there for awhile."
"You were awake way early?" Leave it to me to focus the on the non- relevant part of the sentence. Wait a minute. My brain jogged backwards through Jake's sentence and tripped over a few words. Paul was in my room for an extended amount of time, looking for a trig book he never left at my house.
He told Jesse.