Deni, I didn't meant that there actually was an Aussie character in the last chapter, I just meant that if someone put an Aussie character in their story they'd come out sounding like a stereotypical Aussie bogan.
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Mia's POV...
The interview is to be done at the loft. Michael and Lars are going to be in the kitchen, incase anything happens.
I'm still wearing my school clothes, but I've covered myself with Greenpeace and anti-fur pins. I probably look like a Christmas tree, but at least I look like I care. I know Grandmere would have a fit if she saw me dressed like this.
The doorbell rang and I jumped up to get it. Lars has men downstairs checking everyone who enters the building againist a description of Sue. They're also frisking everyone. I'm totally going to have to apologise to my neighbours after this.
I opened the door, with Lars and Michael right behind me, and we saw a tall, well dressed but heavily made up woman standing there. She looks nothing like Sue.
"Hello, darling!" Katie Trent walked in and air kissed me on both cheeks.
"There is absolutely no way this woman is a stalker, let alone MY stalker," I thought to myself as I welcomed her inside.
She looks like she's in her early twenties, and she has a gorgeous head of copper coloured hair. She's pretty tall too, though not as tall as me, and I think it's the high heels she's wearing anyway.
She sat down and looked nervously up at Lars and Michael, who nodded in approvement to me and walked back into the kitchen and shut the door. No doubt gluing themselves to the other side to listen to every noise.
"Right, love, let's get started, shall we?"
I nodded and sat down opposite her.
"Firstly, I'd just like to thank you for meeting with me. Our magazine could not think of a better person to headline our very first edition!"
I beamed as she took out a note book and pen from her bag.
"It's no problem, really. I'm happy to talk about these issues. But I am sorry about all of the extra security, my bodyguard is a little over protective right now."
"That young lad looks more than a little over protective too. Is he your boyfriend?"
I wish.
"No, no. He's, uh... just a friend." I cringed to think that Michael was listening to this. I hope he's not.
She nodded. "It's alright, darl. I can see you'd like to be more than that, you don't have to tell me. And by the looks of things, he'd like it too."
"Um, shouldn't we be talking about the environment or something?" I don't exactly want her discussing me and Michael with him right outside the door!
"Right. Yes, the interview, that is what we're here for after all..."
Suze's POV...
I'm actually interviewing her about the environment and animals and whatever! Apparently she doesn't want to talk about Lilly's stud of a brother. So I'm actually asking her what her views on Greenpeace is, and how she's going to help mankind when she's the princess of Genovia. And I'm doing my best to sound interested!
But it's hard, you know. She's waffling on about cats and turning the Palace into a shelter or something.
It's a good thing Lilly tagged along, because I would have no idea what to be asking her about otherwise. She's whispering to me things to say, and I'm willingly repeating them. If she wasn't doing this, I'd probably ask her her opinion on Jimmy Choo's or something.
Somehow I've got to steer the conversation, or intervew rather, to what I really came here to talk about, before James Bond comes in to tell me my time is up.
Lilly doesn't seem to be showing any signs of changing the subject though, it's as if she's talking to Mia herself. So I'm going to have to do it myself.
"So, Mia, you've just told me about your views on natures natural wonders, but what about your views on natures supernatural wonders?"
Mia looked taken aback. "Um, what do you mean?"
"Well, for instance, do you believe in ghosts?"
Mia still looked confused. "Well, no. I don't think so. I haven't really thought about it."
Lucky her, all I ever seem to be doing is thinking about it.
"Right, well, what if someone came up to you and told you they'd spoken to your dead grandmother or something? Would you believe them?"
"No, probably not. I'd probably refer them to Bellevue."
"Well..." It's time to take the plunge. With a quick, encouraging prod from Lilly, I said, "What if I told you I'd spoken to Lilly?"
Mia didn't say anything. She just stared at me.
"What if I told you I had a message for you?" I continued.
"Oh... My... God..." she said slowly, not taking her eyes off me. "Are you Sue?"
I hate when people call me Sue, or Susan, or Susie. It's even worse than when they call me Susannah, because at least that's my real name.
"Suze, actually," I corrected her, dropping the British accent I'd somehow managed to hold onto throughout the entire interview. "And before you freak out, I have to tell you the message from her. She says..."
"Get out!" Mia said, her voice wavering as she got to her feet. "Did you set up this whole thing just to ask me about Lilly? You sick freak!"
"Please, Mia, calm down. I'll leave after I've told you what she wants you to know."
"No, you'll get out now," she walked towards the door. "Or else I'll get Lars and Michael in here."
"Michael! Yes! That's what the message is about, you have to tell him..."
"Get out!" she cried, finally loud enough for Michael and James Bond to hear through the kitchen door and come running out.
Oh I am so dead.
Lilly said something in my ear and told me to tell Mia.
"Tristian Peters!" I cried, having no idea what relevance it had to anything or how it was going to get me out of a sound escorting out of the apartment.
Michael and Lars, the James Bond guy, ignored my cry and grabbed me by the shoulders, dragging me towards the door where Mia was standing, holding it open. A confused look was on her face.
"Wait," she told them. "What did you say?"
"Uh, Tristan Peters?" Was that the name?
"How do you know Tristan Peters?" she asked me.
"Well, I don't," I admitted, while desperately trying to hear Lilly's voice behind me. I repeated what she said word for word. "But I know he was in your third grade. And he was the first boy you ever had a crush on. Only he didn't like you back. In fact, he never spoke to you."
"How do you know that?" Mia asked, I could hear her voice rasp.
"Lilly told me."
"What?" Now it was Michael's turn to be surprised. He let go of the strong grip he'd had on my arm.
"The Pink Power Ranger was your favourite," I continued. "You dressed up as her for Halloween in the fifth grade and Lana laughed at you."
The room was silent. Mia, Michael and Lars were all looking at me in astonishment.
"You've... you've spoken to Lilly?" Mia asked, tears pricking the edges of her eyes.
I nodded. "I'm not crazy. But yeah, I can speak to and see the dead."
Next to me I heard Lars mutter something in French, I can only assume it was swear words.
"And what did she tell you about me?" Mia asked.
I looked over at Michael, who was looking at me strangely. I'd have rathered not have said it in front of him, other wise I may as well have told him in the first place. But it doesn't look like I'm going to get Mia by herself any time soon.
"Just tell her!" Lilly hissed at me. "This way she can't not do anything about it!"
"Alright!" I hissed back, getting more strange looks.
"She said to say... That she knows you're in love with her brother and that he loves you too so you'd better dump the anime freak and do something about it. Her words exactly."
I took a minute to let these words sink in, then I continued, "Right. Well, now that that's all said and done, I'm going back to the remaining days of my ghost-free vacation. If you don't mind."
I walked over to where I'd left my bag, picked it up, and walked to the door, leaving the three of them, four if you include Lilly, standing there like stunned mullets.
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Mia's POV...
The interview is to be done at the loft. Michael and Lars are going to be in the kitchen, incase anything happens.
I'm still wearing my school clothes, but I've covered myself with Greenpeace and anti-fur pins. I probably look like a Christmas tree, but at least I look like I care. I know Grandmere would have a fit if she saw me dressed like this.
The doorbell rang and I jumped up to get it. Lars has men downstairs checking everyone who enters the building againist a description of Sue. They're also frisking everyone. I'm totally going to have to apologise to my neighbours after this.
I opened the door, with Lars and Michael right behind me, and we saw a tall, well dressed but heavily made up woman standing there. She looks nothing like Sue.
"Hello, darling!" Katie Trent walked in and air kissed me on both cheeks.
"There is absolutely no way this woman is a stalker, let alone MY stalker," I thought to myself as I welcomed her inside.
She looks like she's in her early twenties, and she has a gorgeous head of copper coloured hair. She's pretty tall too, though not as tall as me, and I think it's the high heels she's wearing anyway.
She sat down and looked nervously up at Lars and Michael, who nodded in approvement to me and walked back into the kitchen and shut the door. No doubt gluing themselves to the other side to listen to every noise.
"Right, love, let's get started, shall we?"
I nodded and sat down opposite her.
"Firstly, I'd just like to thank you for meeting with me. Our magazine could not think of a better person to headline our very first edition!"
I beamed as she took out a note book and pen from her bag.
"It's no problem, really. I'm happy to talk about these issues. But I am sorry about all of the extra security, my bodyguard is a little over protective right now."
"That young lad looks more than a little over protective too. Is he your boyfriend?"
I wish.
"No, no. He's, uh... just a friend." I cringed to think that Michael was listening to this. I hope he's not.
She nodded. "It's alright, darl. I can see you'd like to be more than that, you don't have to tell me. And by the looks of things, he'd like it too."
"Um, shouldn't we be talking about the environment or something?" I don't exactly want her discussing me and Michael with him right outside the door!
"Right. Yes, the interview, that is what we're here for after all..."
Suze's POV...
I'm actually interviewing her about the environment and animals and whatever! Apparently she doesn't want to talk about Lilly's stud of a brother. So I'm actually asking her what her views on Greenpeace is, and how she's going to help mankind when she's the princess of Genovia. And I'm doing my best to sound interested!
But it's hard, you know. She's waffling on about cats and turning the Palace into a shelter or something.
It's a good thing Lilly tagged along, because I would have no idea what to be asking her about otherwise. She's whispering to me things to say, and I'm willingly repeating them. If she wasn't doing this, I'd probably ask her her opinion on Jimmy Choo's or something.
Somehow I've got to steer the conversation, or intervew rather, to what I really came here to talk about, before James Bond comes in to tell me my time is up.
Lilly doesn't seem to be showing any signs of changing the subject though, it's as if she's talking to Mia herself. So I'm going to have to do it myself.
"So, Mia, you've just told me about your views on natures natural wonders, but what about your views on natures supernatural wonders?"
Mia looked taken aback. "Um, what do you mean?"
"Well, for instance, do you believe in ghosts?"
Mia still looked confused. "Well, no. I don't think so. I haven't really thought about it."
Lucky her, all I ever seem to be doing is thinking about it.
"Right, well, what if someone came up to you and told you they'd spoken to your dead grandmother or something? Would you believe them?"
"No, probably not. I'd probably refer them to Bellevue."
"Well..." It's time to take the plunge. With a quick, encouraging prod from Lilly, I said, "What if I told you I'd spoken to Lilly?"
Mia didn't say anything. She just stared at me.
"What if I told you I had a message for you?" I continued.
"Oh... My... God..." she said slowly, not taking her eyes off me. "Are you Sue?"
I hate when people call me Sue, or Susan, or Susie. It's even worse than when they call me Susannah, because at least that's my real name.
"Suze, actually," I corrected her, dropping the British accent I'd somehow managed to hold onto throughout the entire interview. "And before you freak out, I have to tell you the message from her. She says..."
"Get out!" Mia said, her voice wavering as she got to her feet. "Did you set up this whole thing just to ask me about Lilly? You sick freak!"
"Please, Mia, calm down. I'll leave after I've told you what she wants you to know."
"No, you'll get out now," she walked towards the door. "Or else I'll get Lars and Michael in here."
"Michael! Yes! That's what the message is about, you have to tell him..."
"Get out!" she cried, finally loud enough for Michael and James Bond to hear through the kitchen door and come running out.
Oh I am so dead.
Lilly said something in my ear and told me to tell Mia.
"Tristian Peters!" I cried, having no idea what relevance it had to anything or how it was going to get me out of a sound escorting out of the apartment.
Michael and Lars, the James Bond guy, ignored my cry and grabbed me by the shoulders, dragging me towards the door where Mia was standing, holding it open. A confused look was on her face.
"Wait," she told them. "What did you say?"
"Uh, Tristan Peters?" Was that the name?
"How do you know Tristan Peters?" she asked me.
"Well, I don't," I admitted, while desperately trying to hear Lilly's voice behind me. I repeated what she said word for word. "But I know he was in your third grade. And he was the first boy you ever had a crush on. Only he didn't like you back. In fact, he never spoke to you."
"How do you know that?" Mia asked, I could hear her voice rasp.
"Lilly told me."
"What?" Now it was Michael's turn to be surprised. He let go of the strong grip he'd had on my arm.
"The Pink Power Ranger was your favourite," I continued. "You dressed up as her for Halloween in the fifth grade and Lana laughed at you."
The room was silent. Mia, Michael and Lars were all looking at me in astonishment.
"You've... you've spoken to Lilly?" Mia asked, tears pricking the edges of her eyes.
I nodded. "I'm not crazy. But yeah, I can speak to and see the dead."
Next to me I heard Lars mutter something in French, I can only assume it was swear words.
"And what did she tell you about me?" Mia asked.
I looked over at Michael, who was looking at me strangely. I'd have rathered not have said it in front of him, other wise I may as well have told him in the first place. But it doesn't look like I'm going to get Mia by herself any time soon.
"Just tell her!" Lilly hissed at me. "This way she can't not do anything about it!"
"Alright!" I hissed back, getting more strange looks.
"She said to say... That she knows you're in love with her brother and that he loves you too so you'd better dump the anime freak and do something about it. Her words exactly."
I took a minute to let these words sink in, then I continued, "Right. Well, now that that's all said and done, I'm going back to the remaining days of my ghost-free vacation. If you don't mind."
I walked over to where I'd left my bag, picked it up, and walked to the door, leaving the three of them, four if you include Lilly, standing there like stunned mullets.
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