Disclaimer: last chapter I forgot, but I don't own any of these in here,
though you could call Anamaria mine...
A/N: hey, thanks for the reviews! I need a title for this, and I can't think of one so if you have a good idea, tell me b/c it's Mediator 6 right now... I wasn't actually thinking of SusANNAh when I made Anamaria, I just wanted her to be like Maria, and then I was like, Anamaria... anyway I'm glad you like my story, and here it goes, continuing!
â¼â»§â»â¼ "Well, Suze, surprised to see me back here?" That shut me up real fast.
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I looked Paul over, and besides his nose being in a cast, he had a huge bruise on his face. He looked completely beat up. "I'm still going to go to school here, Suze. And by the look on your face, you don't like that. Why, Suze? Really look deep down in yourself," he had a psychiatrist voice on. I couldn't help it, I laughed.
"Made you smile, I see." Paul was acting so weird. He was being, well nice. Actually he was always nice, except for the time he left me to die, and the time he exorcised Jesse, and the time he sexually harassed me. Okay maybe he wasn't so nice. But there had been those few select times he was, but then he had always been an idiot afterwards.
"What's with the waterworks?" the same line he asked be only a little over a week ago. "Rico Suave dump you?" again the same words, hitting deep into my heart. This time not because Jesse was moving out, but because he never said it wasn't his child.
A tear slid down my cheek involuntarily. "Really, he did? Right after you two made up?"
"No," I said with a small sniffle. I brushed past him. "It's none of your business anyway." I wasn't as scared of him now as I had been before. Not when he looked like he did and that I knew Jesse was always there for me. I had always known Jesse was there for me, but after that kiss by his tombstone, it seemed more real.
He grabbed my arm. But unlike the one time he had grabbed my arm; this was a gentle grip. "Suze," he whispered. I looked at him, he eyes full of... something, I couldn't place what. Maybe love was in it, sadness. A mixture of emotions was in his eyes.
I thought of the times when he was nice, the way he told the police that they couldn't question me because I was a minor, and the times he had left me to die, up in the shadow realm. He had hurt me more than helped me. I turned my back to him and left, his hand falling off my arm.
I didn't go and talk to Father Dominic; I was too wound up. I was like a spring, ready to unwind, because I was twisted to tightly. I walked back to the festival, which I had forgotten was still going on.
When I got back to Cee Cee's and my booth I saw that I had left at a bad time. Cee Cee was trying to serve every customer. There must have been like ten or so, most of whom were little kids that were extremely impatient. "Sorry Cee Cee, for leaving and forcing you to man the booth by yourself," She turned at shot a glare at me, and saw the tear tracks on my face. She nodded. "I just had to take care of some things."
"Well," she said. "I'll let you off the hook this time!" I laughed and went back to helping her.
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When I got home I ran up to my room, after being questioned by my mom on how the festival was. Cee Cee had decided that I was going to sleepover her house. I, of course, had called my mom before I got home and said that I was going home to get changed and take a shower before I went to Cee Cee's.
My mother didn't care if I stayed over someone's house on the weekends so I didn't even ask; I just said I was going over Cee Cee's. She nodded and continued listening on the phone.
I packed my bags as fast as I could in my room, taking Max in with me. Max would run as soon as Jesse, or any ghost for that matter, materialized. I didn't really want to see Jesse, not now.
I shoved clothing and accessories into a bag and grabbed a pillow. I shoved that in too. Suddenly Max whined and scratched at the door. When ghosts would come he would go crazy, and he wasn't. It was only a whimper. I turned around, almost afraid of what was there. It might be Jesse, or Paul, or maybe it was an axe-murderer. Actually instead of an axe-murderer it would be an axe-wielding ghost murderer.
But it was only, I saw, Spike. Which meant Jesse wasn't at the rectory, which is where I though Spike went when he wasn't sitting in my room destroying everything. I threw everything in my bag, and had the door unlocked when Max went crazy and slammed the door open. As I tried to run out, hoping that it wasn't Jesse, I felt a hand grab my arm. I sighed and turned around. It was Jesse.
"Look, Jesse," I said before he could open his mouth. "I have to get over to Cee Cee's. She expected my half and hour ago, I'm already late. Let me go, and I'll talk to you um..." I wanted to say four weeks from now, when I'll have finally forgotten about the little girl enough not to feel hurt that you didn't say anything, but I didn't. "tomorrow?"
"Susannah, we need to talk." was all Jesse said.
"Of course, just not now!" I out on a fake smile and went to leave. My door closed. Jesse hadn't done this in forever. So either he was really mad, or something was so important enough that he wouldn't let me go. I knew that if I left out my window he would just follow me until I decided to talk to him. So I sat down on the edge of my bed, Jesse sat on the window seat. He propped his foot up again, just like he had the first time we met. His abs... focus, your mad at him!
"Look, Jesse, I really have to go." I stood up. He did also, with a frown on his face. He wasn't about to let me go.
"¡Mi dios, Susannah! ¿Usted está enojado con mí?" ("My God, Susannah! Are you angry with me?" ) There was a hint of anger in his dark, liquid eyes.
"I don't speak Spanish, Jesse. You should know that." My voice was flat.
"Susannah, are you mad at me?" My eyes narrowed, wasn't it obvious?
"No, Jesse. I'm not mad at you! My eyes are narrowed because I'm trying to see the atoms in the air. And this glare isn't to you, it's to the atoms once I see them!"
"Susannah, this is no time to be sarcastic! What are we going to do about the child?"
"Oh, yes, the child! Of course, the child! You go help her." I stood up. "I'm leaving." I turned to the door and yelled down, "Mom, I'm going over Cee Cee's now!" Jesse stood.
"No you aren't. What about the girl? She's only five or so!" I smirked at him. I turned away and left the room.
I heard Jesse yelling after me, his voice fading as I left the house. "¿Qué haremos nosotros acerca de la chica? ¡Susannah, regresa aquí! ¿Qué es supuse hacer con este niño? ¡Usted asaltó lejos tan rápido que yo no puedo decir usted que lo no es la mina! ¡No mira nada como mí! Susannah..." ("What are we going to do about the girl? Susannah, come back here! What am I supposed to do with the child? You left so quick that I couldn't tell you that this child is not mine! She doesn't look anything like me! Susannah...") Jake drove me over to Cee's, not aware that my grimace was from the voice of Jesse, yelling after me. I had no idea what Jesse had just said. Maybe if he had said it in English I would have stayed to listen. But it was in Spanish.
A/N: hey, thanks for the reviews! I need a title for this, and I can't think of one so if you have a good idea, tell me b/c it's Mediator 6 right now... I wasn't actually thinking of SusANNAh when I made Anamaria, I just wanted her to be like Maria, and then I was like, Anamaria... anyway I'm glad you like my story, and here it goes, continuing!
â¼â»§â»â¼ "Well, Suze, surprised to see me back here?" That shut me up real fast.
â¼â»§â»â¼
I looked Paul over, and besides his nose being in a cast, he had a huge bruise on his face. He looked completely beat up. "I'm still going to go to school here, Suze. And by the look on your face, you don't like that. Why, Suze? Really look deep down in yourself," he had a psychiatrist voice on. I couldn't help it, I laughed.
"Made you smile, I see." Paul was acting so weird. He was being, well nice. Actually he was always nice, except for the time he left me to die, and the time he exorcised Jesse, and the time he sexually harassed me. Okay maybe he wasn't so nice. But there had been those few select times he was, but then he had always been an idiot afterwards.
"What's with the waterworks?" the same line he asked be only a little over a week ago. "Rico Suave dump you?" again the same words, hitting deep into my heart. This time not because Jesse was moving out, but because he never said it wasn't his child.
A tear slid down my cheek involuntarily. "Really, he did? Right after you two made up?"
"No," I said with a small sniffle. I brushed past him. "It's none of your business anyway." I wasn't as scared of him now as I had been before. Not when he looked like he did and that I knew Jesse was always there for me. I had always known Jesse was there for me, but after that kiss by his tombstone, it seemed more real.
He grabbed my arm. But unlike the one time he had grabbed my arm; this was a gentle grip. "Suze," he whispered. I looked at him, he eyes full of... something, I couldn't place what. Maybe love was in it, sadness. A mixture of emotions was in his eyes.
I thought of the times when he was nice, the way he told the police that they couldn't question me because I was a minor, and the times he had left me to die, up in the shadow realm. He had hurt me more than helped me. I turned my back to him and left, his hand falling off my arm.
I didn't go and talk to Father Dominic; I was too wound up. I was like a spring, ready to unwind, because I was twisted to tightly. I walked back to the festival, which I had forgotten was still going on.
When I got back to Cee Cee's and my booth I saw that I had left at a bad time. Cee Cee was trying to serve every customer. There must have been like ten or so, most of whom were little kids that were extremely impatient. "Sorry Cee Cee, for leaving and forcing you to man the booth by yourself," She turned at shot a glare at me, and saw the tear tracks on my face. She nodded. "I just had to take care of some things."
"Well," she said. "I'll let you off the hook this time!" I laughed and went back to helping her.
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When I got home I ran up to my room, after being questioned by my mom on how the festival was. Cee Cee had decided that I was going to sleepover her house. I, of course, had called my mom before I got home and said that I was going home to get changed and take a shower before I went to Cee Cee's.
My mother didn't care if I stayed over someone's house on the weekends so I didn't even ask; I just said I was going over Cee Cee's. She nodded and continued listening on the phone.
I packed my bags as fast as I could in my room, taking Max in with me. Max would run as soon as Jesse, or any ghost for that matter, materialized. I didn't really want to see Jesse, not now.
I shoved clothing and accessories into a bag and grabbed a pillow. I shoved that in too. Suddenly Max whined and scratched at the door. When ghosts would come he would go crazy, and he wasn't. It was only a whimper. I turned around, almost afraid of what was there. It might be Jesse, or Paul, or maybe it was an axe-murderer. Actually instead of an axe-murderer it would be an axe-wielding ghost murderer.
But it was only, I saw, Spike. Which meant Jesse wasn't at the rectory, which is where I though Spike went when he wasn't sitting in my room destroying everything. I threw everything in my bag, and had the door unlocked when Max went crazy and slammed the door open. As I tried to run out, hoping that it wasn't Jesse, I felt a hand grab my arm. I sighed and turned around. It was Jesse.
"Look, Jesse," I said before he could open his mouth. "I have to get over to Cee Cee's. She expected my half and hour ago, I'm already late. Let me go, and I'll talk to you um..." I wanted to say four weeks from now, when I'll have finally forgotten about the little girl enough not to feel hurt that you didn't say anything, but I didn't. "tomorrow?"
"Susannah, we need to talk." was all Jesse said.
"Of course, just not now!" I out on a fake smile and went to leave. My door closed. Jesse hadn't done this in forever. So either he was really mad, or something was so important enough that he wouldn't let me go. I knew that if I left out my window he would just follow me until I decided to talk to him. So I sat down on the edge of my bed, Jesse sat on the window seat. He propped his foot up again, just like he had the first time we met. His abs... focus, your mad at him!
"Look, Jesse, I really have to go." I stood up. He did also, with a frown on his face. He wasn't about to let me go.
"¡Mi dios, Susannah! ¿Usted está enojado con mí?" ("My God, Susannah! Are you angry with me?" ) There was a hint of anger in his dark, liquid eyes.
"I don't speak Spanish, Jesse. You should know that." My voice was flat.
"Susannah, are you mad at me?" My eyes narrowed, wasn't it obvious?
"No, Jesse. I'm not mad at you! My eyes are narrowed because I'm trying to see the atoms in the air. And this glare isn't to you, it's to the atoms once I see them!"
"Susannah, this is no time to be sarcastic! What are we going to do about the child?"
"Oh, yes, the child! Of course, the child! You go help her." I stood up. "I'm leaving." I turned to the door and yelled down, "Mom, I'm going over Cee Cee's now!" Jesse stood.
"No you aren't. What about the girl? She's only five or so!" I smirked at him. I turned away and left the room.
I heard Jesse yelling after me, his voice fading as I left the house. "¿Qué haremos nosotros acerca de la chica? ¡Susannah, regresa aquí! ¿Qué es supuse hacer con este niño? ¡Usted asaltó lejos tan rápido que yo no puedo decir usted que lo no es la mina! ¡No mira nada como mí! Susannah..." ("What are we going to do about the girl? Susannah, come back here! What am I supposed to do with the child? You left so quick that I couldn't tell you that this child is not mine! She doesn't look anything like me! Susannah...") Jake drove me over to Cee's, not aware that my grimace was from the voice of Jesse, yelling after me. I had no idea what Jesse had just said. Maybe if he had said it in English I would have stayed to listen. But it was in Spanish.