Sorry it's been a while, but here's the next chappie, I hope you're still liking it.
And robtaymattlouned, stop fishing for compliments in your fics!!! I was reading your reviews, and everyone loves you! No one wants you to stop writing, so stop making out that I'm better than you (cos it looks to me like I'm not)!!!
This fic isn't too long, it's one of my shorter ones, only eight chapters. But I'll make up for it with another story I'm almost finished writing, it's gonna be loooong, believe me.
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters.
Oh, and a certain Spanish speaking hunk may make an appearance in this chapter... He's for you Liss!
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Suze's POV...
Gina, Cee Cee and I spent all of Monday hanging out, shopping more and then we saw a movie.
It's now late Monday night, we're just sitting on the couch watching tv. Or at least we were, until Lilly materialised right in front of my and blocked my view of Adam Brody.
"Have you told her yet?" she demanded.
I reluctantly turned to Gina and Cee Cee who, lucky for them, could still see Adam on the screen. "Uh, I'm just going to get something from my bag," I made up.
As soon as we were alone in the guest room I quietly told Lilly that I couldn't find Mia's phone number.
"Oh," Lilly said. "Well I'll give it to you. I'll also give you her address and the school's address, incase you need to see her."
I hope not. Her school and apartment is in Manhattan, that'd be cutting into my very valuable vacation and shopping time!
No sooner than she had given me the details and dematerialised, another ghost materialised in the room and prevented me from getting back to Adam.
"Hello, Susannah," Jesse said. Jesse always calls me Susannah. If he were anyone else I'd beat him until he called me Suze, but I quite like the way Jesse says it. I guess it's the Spanish accent.
But I like it better when he calls me querida. I have no idea what it means but the way he says it it sounds so good. It's all smooth and reminds me of vanilla. I don't know why.
"So you left without telling me?" he said, actually sounding a little hurt.
"I didn't not tell you on purpose, Jesse." Which is true. It's not as if I packed up and left in the dead of the night without the intention of telling him. But he'd been pretty much gone since our incident and wasn't there for me to tell.
"Well what are you doing here?"
"Visiting Gina. This is the last week of my vacation, so I decided to take some time off to see her. I kind of need a break from, uh... recent events."
"Oh. So you're coming back then?" I don't know if it was just me, but I think his face brightened at the thought.
"Yeah, of course I am."
"Good. I was just getting used to your company, querida."
I almost melted when he called me that. How does he do it? I don't even know what it means!
"Well, I'll be back on Sunday," I told him, after taking a moment to compose myself again.
"Do you mind if I come back to see you again before then? It's so lonely back home."
"Sure, I guess. I mean, if you want to."
"I'll see you later then, querida," he said, before vanishing as quickly as he'd come.
Phew. What is it about an 18th Century, 150+ year old ghost that makes my knee's buckle?
Mia's POV...
The phone rang after school on Tuesday and I hesitated to pick it up. I always hesitate to pick up the phone these days, not wanting to hear more bad news.
"Hello?" I asked cautiously, after finally picking it up.
"Hello, can I please speak to Mia?" a girls voice asked.
"This is Mia," I told her.
"Oh, hi. Um, my name is Suze and I have a message for you. From your friend Lilly. She says..."
"What kind of sick joke is this?" I demanded. What kind of sicko plays a joke like this?
"This is not a joke, Mia. I'm sorry for your loss, but.."
I cut her off again. "If you really were sorry you wouldn't joke about it." I hung up the phone angrily and stormed off to my room in tears.
Suze's POV...
Well, that went well. Now I'm going to have to go and see her to tell her the message!
Hello! I'm supposed to be on VACATION! Not delivering messages and having people hang up on me. I know her best friend just died but really, did she have to slam the phone down without hearing me out? Rude much?
And how am I going to explain my wanting to go see some girl called Mia to Cee Cee and Gina? They'll want to come with me!
I changed out of my cute Calvin Klien set into my puppy pyjamas and went into the living room to find Cee Cee. I found her on the couch with Gina.
"Hey," I said, sitting down next to her. "What do you want to do tomorrow?"
"Mmm, I dunno," she replied.
"Well, there's a friend in Manhattan I want to see, is that ok?"
"Who is it?" Gina butted in, probably hoping I'd say it was a guy.
"Just a girlfriend. A pen friend. From the internet," I quickly made up. Being a mediator has made me a pretty quick thinker. Sometimes it comes in handy.
"Oh," Gina turned back to the tv, obviously not interested now.
"Well, actually, there's this newspaper I want to check out, they do tours. I'll go there, and you can see your friend by yourself. I've always wanted a tour of a real New York City newspaper place!"
"Ok, great." This is turning out better than I'd hoped. At least Cee Cee won't be dragging along asking questions.
"And I may as well just go with you Cee," Gina said. "I've lived here all my life and although I don't see why you would want to tour this place, at least I can say I've done it."
I retreated back to the guest room to find Jesse was waiting for me. He must really be bored to visit me two days in a row.
"I hear you have a case, querida, even though you are on holiday. This is very good of you." He smiled at me as if he were proud.
"Yeah, well, there's no rest for the wicked," I replied, closing the door so everyone wouldn't think I were speaking to myself.
"So you have everything under control then?"
"Of course I do. It's no problem."
"Good." He walked around the small room aimlessly, picking up random things and putting them back down.
After a while, I couldn't stand it any longer. "Jesse," I said. He stopped walking and faced me. "What are you doing here?"
"It's so quiet back home without you. I miss you."
He misses me? Yet he doesn't want to be with me?
Way to confuse a girl.
How can he miss me? Before I left he only ever spoke to me when he had to. He's hardly been around at all since we kissed. And now I get two visits in two days? I guess some people (or ghosts for that matter) just don't know what they're missing until it's gone.
"Do you not want me to visit you?" he asked, sounding hurt.
"No, it's just... I dunno. Whatever."
Jesse smiled. "Good. Then I shall stay."
Great. Because I don't need anymore problems on my vacation or anything.
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Review if you read it and liked it. Or just if you read it...
And robtaymattlouned, stop fishing for compliments in your fics!!! I was reading your reviews, and everyone loves you! No one wants you to stop writing, so stop making out that I'm better than you (cos it looks to me like I'm not)!!!
This fic isn't too long, it's one of my shorter ones, only eight chapters. But I'll make up for it with another story I'm almost finished writing, it's gonna be loooong, believe me.
Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all characters.
Oh, and a certain Spanish speaking hunk may make an appearance in this chapter... He's for you Liss!
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Suze's POV...
Gina, Cee Cee and I spent all of Monday hanging out, shopping more and then we saw a movie.
It's now late Monday night, we're just sitting on the couch watching tv. Or at least we were, until Lilly materialised right in front of my and blocked my view of Adam Brody.
"Have you told her yet?" she demanded.
I reluctantly turned to Gina and Cee Cee who, lucky for them, could still see Adam on the screen. "Uh, I'm just going to get something from my bag," I made up.
As soon as we were alone in the guest room I quietly told Lilly that I couldn't find Mia's phone number.
"Oh," Lilly said. "Well I'll give it to you. I'll also give you her address and the school's address, incase you need to see her."
I hope not. Her school and apartment is in Manhattan, that'd be cutting into my very valuable vacation and shopping time!
No sooner than she had given me the details and dematerialised, another ghost materialised in the room and prevented me from getting back to Adam.
"Hello, Susannah," Jesse said. Jesse always calls me Susannah. If he were anyone else I'd beat him until he called me Suze, but I quite like the way Jesse says it. I guess it's the Spanish accent.
But I like it better when he calls me querida. I have no idea what it means but the way he says it it sounds so good. It's all smooth and reminds me of vanilla. I don't know why.
"So you left without telling me?" he said, actually sounding a little hurt.
"I didn't not tell you on purpose, Jesse." Which is true. It's not as if I packed up and left in the dead of the night without the intention of telling him. But he'd been pretty much gone since our incident and wasn't there for me to tell.
"Well what are you doing here?"
"Visiting Gina. This is the last week of my vacation, so I decided to take some time off to see her. I kind of need a break from, uh... recent events."
"Oh. So you're coming back then?" I don't know if it was just me, but I think his face brightened at the thought.
"Yeah, of course I am."
"Good. I was just getting used to your company, querida."
I almost melted when he called me that. How does he do it? I don't even know what it means!
"Well, I'll be back on Sunday," I told him, after taking a moment to compose myself again.
"Do you mind if I come back to see you again before then? It's so lonely back home."
"Sure, I guess. I mean, if you want to."
"I'll see you later then, querida," he said, before vanishing as quickly as he'd come.
Phew. What is it about an 18th Century, 150+ year old ghost that makes my knee's buckle?
Mia's POV...
The phone rang after school on Tuesday and I hesitated to pick it up. I always hesitate to pick up the phone these days, not wanting to hear more bad news.
"Hello?" I asked cautiously, after finally picking it up.
"Hello, can I please speak to Mia?" a girls voice asked.
"This is Mia," I told her.
"Oh, hi. Um, my name is Suze and I have a message for you. From your friend Lilly. She says..."
"What kind of sick joke is this?" I demanded. What kind of sicko plays a joke like this?
"This is not a joke, Mia. I'm sorry for your loss, but.."
I cut her off again. "If you really were sorry you wouldn't joke about it." I hung up the phone angrily and stormed off to my room in tears.
Suze's POV...
Well, that went well. Now I'm going to have to go and see her to tell her the message!
Hello! I'm supposed to be on VACATION! Not delivering messages and having people hang up on me. I know her best friend just died but really, did she have to slam the phone down without hearing me out? Rude much?
And how am I going to explain my wanting to go see some girl called Mia to Cee Cee and Gina? They'll want to come with me!
I changed out of my cute Calvin Klien set into my puppy pyjamas and went into the living room to find Cee Cee. I found her on the couch with Gina.
"Hey," I said, sitting down next to her. "What do you want to do tomorrow?"
"Mmm, I dunno," she replied.
"Well, there's a friend in Manhattan I want to see, is that ok?"
"Who is it?" Gina butted in, probably hoping I'd say it was a guy.
"Just a girlfriend. A pen friend. From the internet," I quickly made up. Being a mediator has made me a pretty quick thinker. Sometimes it comes in handy.
"Oh," Gina turned back to the tv, obviously not interested now.
"Well, actually, there's this newspaper I want to check out, they do tours. I'll go there, and you can see your friend by yourself. I've always wanted a tour of a real New York City newspaper place!"
"Ok, great." This is turning out better than I'd hoped. At least Cee Cee won't be dragging along asking questions.
"And I may as well just go with you Cee," Gina said. "I've lived here all my life and although I don't see why you would want to tour this place, at least I can say I've done it."
I retreated back to the guest room to find Jesse was waiting for me. He must really be bored to visit me two days in a row.
"I hear you have a case, querida, even though you are on holiday. This is very good of you." He smiled at me as if he were proud.
"Yeah, well, there's no rest for the wicked," I replied, closing the door so everyone wouldn't think I were speaking to myself.
"So you have everything under control then?"
"Of course I do. It's no problem."
"Good." He walked around the small room aimlessly, picking up random things and putting them back down.
After a while, I couldn't stand it any longer. "Jesse," I said. He stopped walking and faced me. "What are you doing here?"
"It's so quiet back home without you. I miss you."
He misses me? Yet he doesn't want to be with me?
Way to confuse a girl.
How can he miss me? Before I left he only ever spoke to me when he had to. He's hardly been around at all since we kissed. And now I get two visits in two days? I guess some people (or ghosts for that matter) just don't know what they're missing until it's gone.
"Do you not want me to visit you?" he asked, sounding hurt.
"No, it's just... I dunno. Whatever."
Jesse smiled. "Good. Then I shall stay."
Great. Because I don't need anymore problems on my vacation or anything.
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