Princess Roxanne-Thank you. You made my day.
A/N-okay. chapter contains alot of fluff,but i just watched Titanic, so i have an excuse.
Do you have any idea how distracting it is to have an, albeit dead, but still eighteenth century equivalent of Brad Pitt sitting on your windowsill and staring out at the bay? So distracting that I was so caught up in my day dreams that I didn't hear the pizza guy ringing the doorbell. Jesse, to my embarrassment, had to call my name several times before walking over and touching my shoulder to get my attention. I ate my pizza quickly and then went upstairs and changed.
"Are you leaving?" Jesse asked from the window seat.
"No. I'm just changing." I say innocently. He goes back to reading and I go downstairs and turn on the TV to looney tunes. I turn the volume up fairly loud and then sneak quietly out the front door. This is new for me. I've never had to sneak out my front door, usually it's my window.
Obviously I overestimated my ability to sneak out of the house. I was only halfway to the library when Jesse showed up. And he was very, very mad.
"Susannah! What do you think you are doing?" he yelled.
"Um....going for a midnight stroll?" I said walking faster. He stepped in front of me to stop me.
"I told you to tell me when you left! I don't want you alone with him!" He held onto my shoulders to keep me from stepping around him.
"Why not Jesse?"
"He tried to kill you Querida. I don't want you to get hurt." Normally when Jesse expresses any affection whatsoever towards me I lose the ability to think for a couple of minutes. But this time I was just plain pissed.
"No. Don't 'Querida' me Jesse. As far as I can tell Paul isn't the one who's hurting me right now. That job is reserved for you." Jesse looked confused.
"What? Susannah I would never hurt y-" I didn't let him finish.
" I'm not talking physically." His face seemed to shut down but I couldn't seem to stop talking. "You've kissed me three times now, but you keep avoiding me afterwards, do you like me at all? Even a little bit? Or is this just fun for you?" At this point he was sitting on the curb with his head in his hands. I sat down next to him.
"Querida...you and I both know this can never work. I'm dead. Your alive. What would you tell your mother and step father? Your friends? It's impossible." he paused for a second and took a deep breath, "Father Dominic has suggested I leave for awhile, he thinks that it will be easier to for you to move on if I'm not here." I stare at him. It feels like I've been punched in the stomach.
No. No. No. No. No. Is all I can think. I don't realize I've said it out loud until Jesse rubs his eyes and says,
"I'm sorry Susannah." He looks miserable. I'm not really sure why considering I'm the one who's heart was just run over by a Mac truck and then thrown in liquid nitrogen. Twice.
"Is this some kind of sick and twisted attempt at a joke?" I say weakly, "Because if it is you really suck." He shakes his head.
"When are you leaving?" He glances up at me for a split second and says,
"Tomorrow." I stand up quickly. That's why he's been acting so weird. He's been planning on just packing up and going. I look down at him and all of the sudden I can't breath. Then I realize that this might be the last time I ever see him. Ever talk to him.
"I love you Jesse." I said. And then I ran.
Jesse's POV
"Is this some kind of sick and twisted attempt at a joke? Because if it is you really suck." She says. I can't look at her. If I look at her I'll lose my resolve and I won't leave.
"When are you leaving?" I finally turn to look at her. That was a bad idea. I expected her to be mad at me, I expected her to yell and scream. But instead she just looks empty. I feel like I've killed her.
"Tomorrow." I say softly. Susannah stands up, I want to pull her down and tell her I'm sorry, that I'll never leave her, that I love her. But I can't do anything. 'It's for her own good.' is what I'm trying to tell myself. After seeing her face I can no longer stick with that excuse. She is quiet. There's a lump in my throat and I can't seem to say anything.
"I love you Jesse." I hear, and then quiet footsteps behind me.
Nombre de dios. Why did she have to say that? I can't leave now. I jump to my feet and start running in the direction she went. I have to find her.
A/N-okay. chapter contains alot of fluff,but i just watched Titanic, so i have an excuse.
Do you have any idea how distracting it is to have an, albeit dead, but still eighteenth century equivalent of Brad Pitt sitting on your windowsill and staring out at the bay? So distracting that I was so caught up in my day dreams that I didn't hear the pizza guy ringing the doorbell. Jesse, to my embarrassment, had to call my name several times before walking over and touching my shoulder to get my attention. I ate my pizza quickly and then went upstairs and changed.
"Are you leaving?" Jesse asked from the window seat.
"No. I'm just changing." I say innocently. He goes back to reading and I go downstairs and turn on the TV to looney tunes. I turn the volume up fairly loud and then sneak quietly out the front door. This is new for me. I've never had to sneak out my front door, usually it's my window.
Obviously I overestimated my ability to sneak out of the house. I was only halfway to the library when Jesse showed up. And he was very, very mad.
"Susannah! What do you think you are doing?" he yelled.
"Um....going for a midnight stroll?" I said walking faster. He stepped in front of me to stop me.
"I told you to tell me when you left! I don't want you alone with him!" He held onto my shoulders to keep me from stepping around him.
"Why not Jesse?"
"He tried to kill you Querida. I don't want you to get hurt." Normally when Jesse expresses any affection whatsoever towards me I lose the ability to think for a couple of minutes. But this time I was just plain pissed.
"No. Don't 'Querida' me Jesse. As far as I can tell Paul isn't the one who's hurting me right now. That job is reserved for you." Jesse looked confused.
"What? Susannah I would never hurt y-" I didn't let him finish.
" I'm not talking physically." His face seemed to shut down but I couldn't seem to stop talking. "You've kissed me three times now, but you keep avoiding me afterwards, do you like me at all? Even a little bit? Or is this just fun for you?" At this point he was sitting on the curb with his head in his hands. I sat down next to him.
"Querida...you and I both know this can never work. I'm dead. Your alive. What would you tell your mother and step father? Your friends? It's impossible." he paused for a second and took a deep breath, "Father Dominic has suggested I leave for awhile, he thinks that it will be easier to for you to move on if I'm not here." I stare at him. It feels like I've been punched in the stomach.
No. No. No. No. No. Is all I can think. I don't realize I've said it out loud until Jesse rubs his eyes and says,
"I'm sorry Susannah." He looks miserable. I'm not really sure why considering I'm the one who's heart was just run over by a Mac truck and then thrown in liquid nitrogen. Twice.
"Is this some kind of sick and twisted attempt at a joke?" I say weakly, "Because if it is you really suck." He shakes his head.
"When are you leaving?" He glances up at me for a split second and says,
"Tomorrow." I stand up quickly. That's why he's been acting so weird. He's been planning on just packing up and going. I look down at him and all of the sudden I can't breath. Then I realize that this might be the last time I ever see him. Ever talk to him.
"I love you Jesse." I said. And then I ran.
Jesse's POV
"Is this some kind of sick and twisted attempt at a joke? Because if it is you really suck." She says. I can't look at her. If I look at her I'll lose my resolve and I won't leave.
"When are you leaving?" I finally turn to look at her. That was a bad idea. I expected her to be mad at me, I expected her to yell and scream. But instead she just looks empty. I feel like I've killed her.
"Tomorrow." I say softly. Susannah stands up, I want to pull her down and tell her I'm sorry, that I'll never leave her, that I love her. But I can't do anything. 'It's for her own good.' is what I'm trying to tell myself. After seeing her face I can no longer stick with that excuse. She is quiet. There's a lump in my throat and I can't seem to say anything.
"I love you Jesse." I hear, and then quiet footsteps behind me.
Nombre de dios. Why did she have to say that? I can't leave now. I jump to my feet and start running in the direction she went. I have to find her.
