A/N: You wished that I had made this longer. So like Westley from Princess Bride, I say to you, "As you wish". And the only reason Westley did any of that stuff for Buttercup was because he loved her. Same thing in this situation…just 'cause I luv u guys (but not in that way). In this chapter I introduced the whole time-travel idea, which seems very common nowadays, but that's only because Meg put that little excerpt in her diary. So I guess that's just how it goes. I'll try my shot at it, tell me if you like it or not.
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Paul POV (score!!):
Before Suze and I beat it, I utilized my cell phone to make a call to the police. I'm sure it was suspicious when a seventeen-year-old guy called the police because he witnessed the collapse of an old house on private property in the middle of the night. But I managed to convince them that Suze and I were just driving by when the house collapsed, and that we stopped to see what was up. I know, that's probably not the best excuse, but it was efficient. The cops didn't question it. I guess they missed the fact that there was no car on the property or even within a block. Makes you feel safe in the eyes of such and observant police force…not.
So then Suze and I took the long march to her house. We walked the quiet streets in complete silence; the only sound was the chirping of crickets. I figured Suze was pretty freaked about the whole collapsing-mansion thing. Well, I really didn't blame her. I was even freaked out. And not because my life was in danger. My life was no was no where near endangered. It was some of the things that were said prior to it.
I don't know what made us spill our guts in that old mansion. I figured since Suze was communicating her problems, that maybe mine should be addressed too. But why then? Why there? What made us so open all of the sudden?
Some would say there was just so many things we hadn't said to each other before. It probably had nothing to do with timing or placement. If not in there at that time, we probably would've had the same argument some place else. But the last question was the stinger…
Perhaps it was because of that party. That whole day was filled with atrocities. Jesse DeStupido broke my nose, and nearly drowned me. So when Suze shifted us out of there to escape, we made a deal. It was a great sacrifice from her to save Jesse, the love of her life and freaking keeper of her heart. I just so happened to benefit from this offer, only to be able to spend time with her to "teach" her. But I had to sacrifice something too. Did she even realize it? Somehow, I doubt that. For having the eye for dead people, she sure was blind.
She never felt anything. That kiss in my room, on my freaking bed, was only a "mistake". She never saw the way I looked at her after that. Even Slash, the ghost of your average Biker-Bob noticed that I acted differently afterwards. I had changed, all because of Suze.
And you know what? I had the opportunity to tell her how she made me feel. Actually, I did tell her. But I bet she didn't listen. If she could only put two and two together, she would realize that I…
Forget it. Why do I even bother? This just makes me a weaker guy. I was just about to tell her how I felt without leaving anything out. Oh, but the house had to collapse on us.
I wonder if that was a sign?
We rounded the corner to her neighborhood. No telling how late (or early) it was, but the moon was still out, giving us a great source of pure light. I followed her up her driveway and by her window.
"I'm good from here," Suze said as she turned around. The moonlight played on her already dazzling features, making her even more radiant than ever. I guess that's what made me lose it.
I started walking towards her until she was completely backed up on the outside of her house. She was trapped in between my body and the wall. She could not escape me now.
I could feel her breaths become more and more shallow. I could even feel her heartbeat thud harder and faster with each passing second. She was really afraid of me. I was the monster in her frightful re-occurring dreams, as she had pointed out. I had power over her.
Usually I like that feeling of control. But recently, I didn't want her to feel that way about me. I didn't want the color to drain from her face every time she saw me, or her blood to boil every time someone mentioned my name. I wanted her to like me. No. I wanted her to love me.
Instead of voicing any of this, I decided on a different approach.
"You want me to make your boyfriend to disappear?" I asked with a grin.
Like I said…it was a different approach. So different that I was pretty sure she'd never go for what I was going to propose.
She reminded me, with a tremor in her voice, about the deal that we made up in Shadowland.
"I promised I wouldn't kill him. I didn't say anything about keeping him from dying in the first place," I replied as I played with her long chestnut hair.
"What?" she asked with more fear in her voice, "What are you talking about?"
Ah, it was getting late. Plus, she needed another excuse to come and see me again. So I said, "You figure it out."
Suze isn't stupid. She's blind at times, but she's still rather intelligent. She just stared at me with disbelief.
"Goodnight, Suze," I whispered as I lightly pressed my lips to hers. Then I left.
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Suze POV (OoO!):
Oh. My. God. I had no idea what just happened. Paul said all of these things that I really couldn't process. He had a way of preventing Jesse from dying? That meant…no, its not possible is it?
This whole shifting business made my head spin frantically into the unknown. After I safely made it to my room, I walked in a daze to my bed. I flopped down onto it, watching the ceiling, as it literally seemed to twirl in front of my eyes.
Maybe he was just trying to get me alone with him again. I mean, what he was saying was just not humanly possible…
Or was it?
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A/N: I'm off to New Orleans. I'm so excited! I get to miss school and everything. I had to get rid of Paul withdrawal before I left. Meg's house in Key West is haunted! You can read about Mary the ghost in her Blog. I nearly died laughing!
This is a sort of sneak peek of a possible next chapter (if I have one)…
I started unsteadily, "I was just wondering…" "Wondering what, Suze?" David asked as I struggled with my words. "Is…is time travel possible?" I finally managed to choke out. "Theoretically and mathematically, yes," he answered as he was searching for something in his bookshelf. "What do you mean?" I asked curiously.