A/N: Okay, here is the sequel you guys wanted. (Okay, so I wanted to write
it more :-D) Of course, I do not own Jesse (i wish) or Susannah or the
Mediator. All belongs to Meg Cabot. Though Brandie and the plot are mine. I
hope you like it.
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"Come on," my girlfriend, Brandie, whined. "You can't just sit here all day. Let's go." Brandie's been trying to drag me off to all sorts of places I don't want to go. Most days I'd go with her. But not today.
Because today is the anniversary of Susannah's death. Two years ago today. Which only makes that fact that I'm still in love with her even more pathetic.
Yes, you read that correctly. I am still in love with Susannah. And even though Brandie knows about Susannah, she doesn't know about my feelings for her.
She thinks that I got over her a long time ago. Which is really what I've been trying to do; what Father Dom has been helping me with. But it seems as if every little thing brings back memories. And now Brandie is trying to convince me to go for a drive with her.
"I'm just not feeling well," I told her.
"No," she said, her hands on her hips. "You just sit here all day long, not doing anything. We're going out, now go get dressed, Hector." She pointed down the hallway of my apartment.
Nobody except Father Dom calls me Jesse. I'm just not that old Jesse anymore.
So I reluctantly got up and wandered into my room. Once there, I changed into a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt and slipped on my black high- tops.
"Finally," she said, and stepped outside.
I closed my front door and felt a warm breeze blow by. It felt so good, and I hadn't been outdoors in a long time. Father Dominic says that it bothers him when I spend days without setting foot outside of my house.
Brandie slipped her arm inside of mine and began to tell me what a nice day it was, except that her words turned into a shriek of disgust when she saw Spike rubbing against my legs.
"Hector, that thing has is disgusting. When are you getting rid of it?" Brandie hates cats more than anything.
I laughed. "I'm not getting rid of Spike." She just rolled her eyes at me and we both got into her car.
We drove to a park and once we were there, we sat in the grass together, watching the waves lapping the shore in the distance.
Except that the whole time, I was thinking of Susannah. I know that it's foolish to be be in love with someone who is dead. Two years is too long to be in mourning. At least that's what Father Dominic tries to tell me.
I guess that Brandie noticed that something was going on because she snuggled closer to me and said, "Hector, what's wrong? You haven't said a word this whole time."
I ran my fingers through my hair which I had let grow pretty long. "I... I don't know. It's nothing."
I looked up and noticed her bleary, grey eyes looking into mine. She does this often, and guesses what's on my mind. I love that about her.
"It's Susannah, isn't it?" She asked.
I nodded and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Today's the anniversary of her death."
"Oh, Hector," she breathed. "I'm so sorry. And I'm sorry I made you come out here. But... you know... you should really get over her. She's dead. There's no changing that. It's hard, but that's the truth." She looked into my eyes again. "Alright?"
I signified my consent by leaning down and kissing her. Except that in my mind, I was not sharing that passionate kiss with my girlfriend, Brandie, but with Susannah, my one true love. (A/N: Man, Jesse sounds really stupid. lol)
After leaving Brandie at her place, I went home, still not feeling any better. I decided to give Father Dominic a ring at the Mission back in Carmel, but he didn't answer.
So, feeling very depressed, I went to bed (still thinking of Susannah) and fell asleep immediately.
Though the peaceful sleep didn't last long: I saw Susannah. Only it wasn't really her. This one was a corpse, old and rotten. It pained me to see her like that. But there was nothing I could do.
She beckoned me down the long, fog enshrouded hallway. And I followed her until she turned around, flashed me an evil grin, her teeth rotten and decaying, and then she disappeared. Leaving me all alone.
I woke up in a cold sweat. Shaking uncontrollably while trying to catch my breath.
"It was just a dream," I told myself. "It's not real." I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
When I opened them, I saw her standing there, looking at beautiful as ever.
She smiled. "Hello, Jesse."
A/N: I bet you all know who that is. Please remember to review and tell me what you thought. Love, Luna.
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"Come on," my girlfriend, Brandie, whined. "You can't just sit here all day. Let's go." Brandie's been trying to drag me off to all sorts of places I don't want to go. Most days I'd go with her. But not today.
Because today is the anniversary of Susannah's death. Two years ago today. Which only makes that fact that I'm still in love with her even more pathetic.
Yes, you read that correctly. I am still in love with Susannah. And even though Brandie knows about Susannah, she doesn't know about my feelings for her.
She thinks that I got over her a long time ago. Which is really what I've been trying to do; what Father Dom has been helping me with. But it seems as if every little thing brings back memories. And now Brandie is trying to convince me to go for a drive with her.
"I'm just not feeling well," I told her.
"No," she said, her hands on her hips. "You just sit here all day long, not doing anything. We're going out, now go get dressed, Hector." She pointed down the hallway of my apartment.
Nobody except Father Dom calls me Jesse. I'm just not that old Jesse anymore.
So I reluctantly got up and wandered into my room. Once there, I changed into a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt and slipped on my black high- tops.
"Finally," she said, and stepped outside.
I closed my front door and felt a warm breeze blow by. It felt so good, and I hadn't been outdoors in a long time. Father Dominic says that it bothers him when I spend days without setting foot outside of my house.
Brandie slipped her arm inside of mine and began to tell me what a nice day it was, except that her words turned into a shriek of disgust when she saw Spike rubbing against my legs.
"Hector, that thing has is disgusting. When are you getting rid of it?" Brandie hates cats more than anything.
I laughed. "I'm not getting rid of Spike." She just rolled her eyes at me and we both got into her car.
We drove to a park and once we were there, we sat in the grass together, watching the waves lapping the shore in the distance.
Except that the whole time, I was thinking of Susannah. I know that it's foolish to be be in love with someone who is dead. Two years is too long to be in mourning. At least that's what Father Dominic tries to tell me.
I guess that Brandie noticed that something was going on because she snuggled closer to me and said, "Hector, what's wrong? You haven't said a word this whole time."
I ran my fingers through my hair which I had let grow pretty long. "I... I don't know. It's nothing."
I looked up and noticed her bleary, grey eyes looking into mine. She does this often, and guesses what's on my mind. I love that about her.
"It's Susannah, isn't it?" She asked.
I nodded and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "Today's the anniversary of her death."
"Oh, Hector," she breathed. "I'm so sorry. And I'm sorry I made you come out here. But... you know... you should really get over her. She's dead. There's no changing that. It's hard, but that's the truth." She looked into my eyes again. "Alright?"
I signified my consent by leaning down and kissing her. Except that in my mind, I was not sharing that passionate kiss with my girlfriend, Brandie, but with Susannah, my one true love. (A/N: Man, Jesse sounds really stupid. lol)
After leaving Brandie at her place, I went home, still not feeling any better. I decided to give Father Dominic a ring at the Mission back in Carmel, but he didn't answer.
So, feeling very depressed, I went to bed (still thinking of Susannah) and fell asleep immediately.
Though the peaceful sleep didn't last long: I saw Susannah. Only it wasn't really her. This one was a corpse, old and rotten. It pained me to see her like that. But there was nothing I could do.
She beckoned me down the long, fog enshrouded hallway. And I followed her until she turned around, flashed me an evil grin, her teeth rotten and decaying, and then she disappeared. Leaving me all alone.
I woke up in a cold sweat. Shaking uncontrollably while trying to catch my breath.
"It was just a dream," I told myself. "It's not real." I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
When I opened them, I saw her standing there, looking at beautiful as ever.
She smiled. "Hello, Jesse."
A/N: I bet you all know who that is. Please remember to review and tell me what you thought. Love, Luna.