(A/N: Thanks to my reviewers. I needed some encouragement to keep writing this one. ^__^ I'll try and update once or twice a week!!! R&R PEOPLE!!!)
I woke up smiling. At first I had no clue why, then -yea, I'm a really quick one- I remembered. Jesse loves me!
Yea I know, this could get really pathetic.
Of course, even though he loved me, I still had to get out of bed. So even though I was really comfortable and feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, I had to get up. As I got out of bed I tried to remember walking home and getting into bed, but I had no memory of it. All I remember after we started walking and we were almost home when we started to talk then Jesse kissed me. He's such a nice kisser. Bad Suze, no more reliving the past -okay maybe a little bit- let's start working on the present.
With that I looked around my room and out my window for Jesse. No Jesse in sight. Damn Father Dominic! Why did Jesse have to move to the Rectory? I decided that maybe I should make a little trip down to the Mission to talk to Father D. about how last night went. To me this seemed reasonable, sort of.
Deciding I should make an appearance downstairs before my mom left to go God knows where, I ran down stairs. The faster I talked, the sooner I took a shower and dressed, and the sooner I got to the Mission. My mom wasn't in the kitchen. Both her and Andy were out on the deck, most likely complaining over that dumb broken window again. It's not like Paul wasn't going to have to pay for it.
So walking out onto the deck I picked up the paper that was on the table and I put it up in front of my face so I didn't ever see who was all at the patio table. I did know however when that low, teasing voice drawled, "Good morning Suze."
Okay now, picture this. Smile plastered to my face and then all of a sudden face drained of all color whatsoever. Slowly I lowered the paper from my face with trembling hands. This time it wasn't fear my hands were trembling of, it was anger. Thanks to Paul my brothers almost got arrested. Also thanks to Paul I didn't want to go back to school tomorrow for fear of what people would say to the girl who "talked and yelled at thin air." Yea, even to me sounds a little too much like a cry for attention. Kind of sounds Lifetime movie-ish to me.
I was going to make sure this whole encounter worked to my absolute advantage. Starting to say hello to him I cocked one eyebrow in a sarcastic way with a fake smile to accompany it, "Well hello Paul. What are you doing here so early?" I knew exactly what he could be here to do. He could be encouraging my mother and Andy to think I was some kid who needed serious medical attention. Which knowing the way Paul can be, they might even believe him. And that so wouldn't be good.
It was then I saw the glint in his eye that I never noticed before, "Actually I really needed to speak with you. Since you slept longer than you mother intended I sat down here and chatted." At that he stood up. I guess that was my cue to invite him into the kitchen or living room or something. I don't know. To me any place where I can be not within his 6 foot radius at all times is 100% fine with me.
Trying to think of a place where this was possible was going to be hard. So I decided what to do about that situation, "Hey Paul, I'll be right back. I am going to go change and we can take a walk or something. Alright?"
He nodded to this and I left. Honestly all I wanted to know was why he was showing up at my house on Sunday mornings wanting to talk to me. Is that too much to ask?
As quick as I could I put on some jeans and a t-shirt. I didn't want to look like I was trying or anything. Also to prove my point I didn't touch my hair. This better have been a good reason to delay my little trip to the Mission.
Bolting down the stairs I slid some sandals on and I was out the door to the patio. Thankfully I wasn't out of breath, "Okay Paul. Let's go." He stood and followed me around the curve of the house. Not saying anything we continued to walk around my house.
We got to the side of my house where there was no windows and he spoke. It was the coldest, most hate-filled voice I had ever heard him use, "Only you could do something like this."
I was really confused and honestly not appreciating his tone of voice as well. So I whipped around and replied, "What the hell did you just say to me?" Slam. It took 9 words to make him flip. Paul had actually slammed me up against the wall of the house and pinned me there.
We were practically nose to nose when he whispered back to me, "I said, 'Only you could do something like this.'"
A/N: Yup. Paul is a crazy man. Well not exactly crazy. Just right now angry. THIS WILL ALL MAKE SENSE!!! I SWEAR!!! R&R
p.s. I hope this was longer???
I woke up smiling. At first I had no clue why, then -yea, I'm a really quick one- I remembered. Jesse loves me!
Yea I know, this could get really pathetic.
Of course, even though he loved me, I still had to get out of bed. So even though I was really comfortable and feeling all warm and fuzzy inside, I had to get up. As I got out of bed I tried to remember walking home and getting into bed, but I had no memory of it. All I remember after we started walking and we were almost home when we started to talk then Jesse kissed me. He's such a nice kisser. Bad Suze, no more reliving the past -okay maybe a little bit- let's start working on the present.
With that I looked around my room and out my window for Jesse. No Jesse in sight. Damn Father Dominic! Why did Jesse have to move to the Rectory? I decided that maybe I should make a little trip down to the Mission to talk to Father D. about how last night went. To me this seemed reasonable, sort of.
Deciding I should make an appearance downstairs before my mom left to go God knows where, I ran down stairs. The faster I talked, the sooner I took a shower and dressed, and the sooner I got to the Mission. My mom wasn't in the kitchen. Both her and Andy were out on the deck, most likely complaining over that dumb broken window again. It's not like Paul wasn't going to have to pay for it.
So walking out onto the deck I picked up the paper that was on the table and I put it up in front of my face so I didn't ever see who was all at the patio table. I did know however when that low, teasing voice drawled, "Good morning Suze."
Okay now, picture this. Smile plastered to my face and then all of a sudden face drained of all color whatsoever. Slowly I lowered the paper from my face with trembling hands. This time it wasn't fear my hands were trembling of, it was anger. Thanks to Paul my brothers almost got arrested. Also thanks to Paul I didn't want to go back to school tomorrow for fear of what people would say to the girl who "talked and yelled at thin air." Yea, even to me sounds a little too much like a cry for attention. Kind of sounds Lifetime movie-ish to me.
I was going to make sure this whole encounter worked to my absolute advantage. Starting to say hello to him I cocked one eyebrow in a sarcastic way with a fake smile to accompany it, "Well hello Paul. What are you doing here so early?" I knew exactly what he could be here to do. He could be encouraging my mother and Andy to think I was some kid who needed serious medical attention. Which knowing the way Paul can be, they might even believe him. And that so wouldn't be good.
It was then I saw the glint in his eye that I never noticed before, "Actually I really needed to speak with you. Since you slept longer than you mother intended I sat down here and chatted." At that he stood up. I guess that was my cue to invite him into the kitchen or living room or something. I don't know. To me any place where I can be not within his 6 foot radius at all times is 100% fine with me.
Trying to think of a place where this was possible was going to be hard. So I decided what to do about that situation, "Hey Paul, I'll be right back. I am going to go change and we can take a walk or something. Alright?"
He nodded to this and I left. Honestly all I wanted to know was why he was showing up at my house on Sunday mornings wanting to talk to me. Is that too much to ask?
As quick as I could I put on some jeans and a t-shirt. I didn't want to look like I was trying or anything. Also to prove my point I didn't touch my hair. This better have been a good reason to delay my little trip to the Mission.
Bolting down the stairs I slid some sandals on and I was out the door to the patio. Thankfully I wasn't out of breath, "Okay Paul. Let's go." He stood and followed me around the curve of the house. Not saying anything we continued to walk around my house.
We got to the side of my house where there was no windows and he spoke. It was the coldest, most hate-filled voice I had ever heard him use, "Only you could do something like this."
I was really confused and honestly not appreciating his tone of voice as well. So I whipped around and replied, "What the hell did you just say to me?" Slam. It took 9 words to make him flip. Paul had actually slammed me up against the wall of the house and pinned me there.
We were practically nose to nose when he whispered back to me, "I said, 'Only you could do something like this.'"
A/N: Yup. Paul is a crazy man. Well not exactly crazy. Just right now angry. THIS WILL ALL MAKE SENSE!!! I SWEAR!!! R&R
p.s. I hope this was longer???