A/N: More Suze POV. ^_^ Again, thanks to my reviewers, I like knowing
people are actually at least enjoying this a little. Oh, and I will write
more, no worries, just don't hurt me! *Hides* Sorry about the wait and
everything. I have too much school stuff going on lately. .
Here's a little something about mediators. We take on ghosts and everything, yeah, but we're still regular people. Okay, so as regular as a person can be when they have to fit helping lost spirits among partying, hanging out, and having a life.
So it only makes sense that the first thing I did was grab the phone. I didn't have a clue who I was going to call, though. I mean, I knew who I couldn't call. For instance, 911, my mom or step-dad, my friends, and pretty much anyone who, for some reason, thought I was a normal teenager. Even though Cee Cee was starting to catch on-she'd even figured out about Jesse by herself- I still wasn't quite ready to tell her everything.
That's why I decided to call the rectory. As far as I knew, maybe Jesse'd just moved out a day early. I couldn't blame him if he did; I hadn't exactly been very social to him during the past few weeks. Not that the truth made me feel any better, like people always tell you it will. No, it would still be depressing if he'd moved out early and I hadn't gotten to say goodbye. The whole Paul Slater thing kept me busy, sure, but I still had it bad for Jesse. Too bad I'd pretty much gone and blown that by trying to help keep him with me.
I picked up the phone when an obvious fact hit me. I had no idea what the phone number of that place was. Just a little ticked, but still more worried, I changed and decided that the sooner I ended the day, the better. Skipping dinner, which would've been a bowl of cereal anyway, I changed and went to sleep.
At least, that'd been my plan. To sleep, I mean. Unfortunately, someone else had other ideas. Actually, there were a few someone elses.
It was about eleven when the phone rang. I would've normally just ignored the stupid thing, as it wasn't even usually for me, but that night I jumped on it. I didn't want whoever else was home by then to make me miss an important phone call. For all I knew, Jesse could've learned to use a phone at the rectory. Hey, a girl can dream, can't she?
Sadly, it wasn't his voice I heard when I picked up the phone with a groggy hello.
"Hi, can I talk to Suze?" A boy's voice asked. Not that I was excited, he sounded at least five years younger than me.
"You're talking to her." I responded, not too politely. I hate being woken up, especially when awake is the last place I want to be right then.
"Oh, hi, Suze. It's Jack. How're you?"
I swear I almost dropped the phone. "Jack?" I asked, quietly before hissing over the phone, "Why the heck are you calling me? Do you even know what time it is? Some of us are trying to get some sleep-"
"Yeah, it's me, and Suze, shut up."
I really could've yelled at the little punk. Calling me at eleven, calling me at all even, and then telling me to shut up. Excuse me for wondering why some little mediator kid I babysat over the summer who, by the way, is the younger brother of a certain Paul Slater, would be calling me.
But he kept on talking anyway, his voice a little more repentant, "There's something you gotta know, Suze. My parent's won't let me use the phone, so I had to wait till now to call you, sorry."
That was more like it. I assumed all he was talking about was some sort of stupid school problem or something when I answered, "Sure, shoot kid." I mean, it was pretty obvious I was some kind of role model to this kid, considering our shared gift and the fact that his brother sucks.
"Okay, well, I kinda sent someone over to talk to you. They sounded kind of urgent and I didn't know what to do, so I told them to go to you. Oh yeah, she's a spirit by the way, sorry." He added quickly, as if hoping I wouldn't catch the last part.
Although I was a little surprised that a ghost would travel all the way from Seattle to talk to me, I wasn't all that worried, "Um, alright. Thanks for telling me, I guess. Is that all? Because, you know, if she's coming I should probably get ready or something."
"Yeah, that's everything. I'm really sorry, I didn't know what to do. I haven't had to help any really lost spirits yet, so I didn't really think I should try to help them in case I messed it up-"
"Hey, no problem, okay?" I interrupted him. I regretted wishing he would apologize, as he wouldn't seem to stop once he got rolling, "I can handle it, no biggie. Next time, though, call me before you send a spirit and I'll try and help you then. If that's it, then bye."
He said bye and I hung up the phone, rubbing my eyes. I'd just gotten used to sleeping at night like a normal person and then this had to come up. Oh well, the kid would learn eventually.
I threw on the robe that hung over my bathroom door to cover my boxers and tee shirt. As soon as I had it on, I heard something knocking on my bedroom window. I slid it open and in climbed one of the sorriest looking spirits I'm pretty sure I've ever seen.
Here's a little something about mediators. We take on ghosts and everything, yeah, but we're still regular people. Okay, so as regular as a person can be when they have to fit helping lost spirits among partying, hanging out, and having a life.
So it only makes sense that the first thing I did was grab the phone. I didn't have a clue who I was going to call, though. I mean, I knew who I couldn't call. For instance, 911, my mom or step-dad, my friends, and pretty much anyone who, for some reason, thought I was a normal teenager. Even though Cee Cee was starting to catch on-she'd even figured out about Jesse by herself- I still wasn't quite ready to tell her everything.
That's why I decided to call the rectory. As far as I knew, maybe Jesse'd just moved out a day early. I couldn't blame him if he did; I hadn't exactly been very social to him during the past few weeks. Not that the truth made me feel any better, like people always tell you it will. No, it would still be depressing if he'd moved out early and I hadn't gotten to say goodbye. The whole Paul Slater thing kept me busy, sure, but I still had it bad for Jesse. Too bad I'd pretty much gone and blown that by trying to help keep him with me.
I picked up the phone when an obvious fact hit me. I had no idea what the phone number of that place was. Just a little ticked, but still more worried, I changed and decided that the sooner I ended the day, the better. Skipping dinner, which would've been a bowl of cereal anyway, I changed and went to sleep.
At least, that'd been my plan. To sleep, I mean. Unfortunately, someone else had other ideas. Actually, there were a few someone elses.
It was about eleven when the phone rang. I would've normally just ignored the stupid thing, as it wasn't even usually for me, but that night I jumped on it. I didn't want whoever else was home by then to make me miss an important phone call. For all I knew, Jesse could've learned to use a phone at the rectory. Hey, a girl can dream, can't she?
Sadly, it wasn't his voice I heard when I picked up the phone with a groggy hello.
"Hi, can I talk to Suze?" A boy's voice asked. Not that I was excited, he sounded at least five years younger than me.
"You're talking to her." I responded, not too politely. I hate being woken up, especially when awake is the last place I want to be right then.
"Oh, hi, Suze. It's Jack. How're you?"
I swear I almost dropped the phone. "Jack?" I asked, quietly before hissing over the phone, "Why the heck are you calling me? Do you even know what time it is? Some of us are trying to get some sleep-"
"Yeah, it's me, and Suze, shut up."
I really could've yelled at the little punk. Calling me at eleven, calling me at all even, and then telling me to shut up. Excuse me for wondering why some little mediator kid I babysat over the summer who, by the way, is the younger brother of a certain Paul Slater, would be calling me.
But he kept on talking anyway, his voice a little more repentant, "There's something you gotta know, Suze. My parent's won't let me use the phone, so I had to wait till now to call you, sorry."
That was more like it. I assumed all he was talking about was some sort of stupid school problem or something when I answered, "Sure, shoot kid." I mean, it was pretty obvious I was some kind of role model to this kid, considering our shared gift and the fact that his brother sucks.
"Okay, well, I kinda sent someone over to talk to you. They sounded kind of urgent and I didn't know what to do, so I told them to go to you. Oh yeah, she's a spirit by the way, sorry." He added quickly, as if hoping I wouldn't catch the last part.
Although I was a little surprised that a ghost would travel all the way from Seattle to talk to me, I wasn't all that worried, "Um, alright. Thanks for telling me, I guess. Is that all? Because, you know, if she's coming I should probably get ready or something."
"Yeah, that's everything. I'm really sorry, I didn't know what to do. I haven't had to help any really lost spirits yet, so I didn't really think I should try to help them in case I messed it up-"
"Hey, no problem, okay?" I interrupted him. I regretted wishing he would apologize, as he wouldn't seem to stop once he got rolling, "I can handle it, no biggie. Next time, though, call me before you send a spirit and I'll try and help you then. If that's it, then bye."
He said bye and I hung up the phone, rubbing my eyes. I'd just gotten used to sleeping at night like a normal person and then this had to come up. Oh well, the kid would learn eventually.
I threw on the robe that hung over my bathroom door to cover my boxers and tee shirt. As soon as I had it on, I heard something knocking on my bedroom window. I slid it open and in climbed one of the sorriest looking spirits I'm pretty sure I've ever seen.