Mia meets mediator
A/n: I'm sorry I haven't updated in a bit, but I went on a trip for biology this weekend and I've just in general had complete and utter lack of inspiration. But I think I've got some now lol.
Chapter 3
Mia's POV
"Mia?" I looked up from my journal to see Michael walking into my hospital room the next afternoon.
"Michael!" I exclaimed. He rushed over, a bouquet of flowers in hand, and gave me a kiss.
"Mia, how are you? Are you sure you're alirght?" He asked, sitting down on the edge of my bed.
"I'm fine, really. I don't even know why I'm still in here. I mean,I just blacked out for like 5 minutes before Suze woke me up."
"Suze?"
"Yea. I guess she's like my assistant the hotel assigned me. Granmere wanted me to get used to having servants or something. But she's really nice. We realized we have some... big things in common." Major understatement, what with the mediating or whatever she called it.
"That's good. Here, these are for you." He handed me the bouquet of flowers, and I gave him a kiss again.
"Thank you. You have no clue how much I appreciate you being here. Listen, I have to tell you something though. Something... weird has been happen--"
"Princess? You are being checked out as we speak. The doctors feel you are good to go," a nurse peeked in and said. "So gather up your things, and the limousine will be up front momentarily." I climbed out of bed, feeling perfectly fine, but was immediately ushered into a wheelchair. I rolled my eyes at Michael, who smirked at me, but picked up my journal and my bag with my other personal belongings in it, and followed the nurse and me out the door.
Suze POV
Two days later, I finally had a day off. Not that I had been doing much at work, but I did visit Mia everyday and hang out with her for a while. But that was about all I did. On Saturday morning after breakfast, I headed up to my room and found Jesse lounging comfortably on my bed with a book . He looked up when I came in, and set his book down. I came over and sat sort of on his lap, sort of next to him, and leaned against him. He wrapped his arms around me, and my eyes drifted shut and I signed.
"Susannah," Jesse said, finally, disrupting my trance. "I've been speaking with Father Dominic about... us." I tensed slightly.
"Oh?" I asked, attempting nonchalance. We were very don't-ask-don't- tell with Father Dominic when to came to our relationship.
"Yes. You know I love you, but I've been thinking about the--"
"Suze! You have some visitors!" my mother called. Damnit! What was Jesse going to say? Why are we ALWAYS interrupted?
"Send them up," I sighed. I moved over so I was no longer on Jesse's legs, nor leaning against him (it would look really funny if only my feet were touching the bed.), and he dematerialized. I heard footsteps up the stairs, then Mia and a boy, a little older than me, came into the room.
"Hey, Suze," Mia said. "This is Michael."
"Hello," Michael said, looking slightly confused, yet adoringly at Mia.
"Hey," I replied, also appearing slightly confused.
"Suze, listen- I need to talk to you." She looked meaningfully at Michael. "Can you leave for a second?" He nodded, and went and waited in the hall. When he was gone, Mia came over to me and whispered. "I really want to tell him about... you know. If anyone at all would believe me, he would. But I'm going to need you're help. And Jesse's, too. Where is he?" I called him, and he materialized again.
"Susannah? Do you need me?" I reiterated Mia's plan, then continued to speak to her.
"Mia, you do realize that, like, no one will believe you? It's inevitable."
"Amelia, I agree. He will never understand."
"That's why I want you two to help me. See, Suze can back me up-"
"Yea, so we both get sent to Bellevue," I muttered.
"- And then Jesse, you could kind of... I don't know. Show yourself some how. Pick something up or make it levitate." I frowned. It was possible.
"I.. suppose we can try it. But if all else fails-" I reach for the heavy book Jesse had been reading- "We knock him out and tell him he imagined it all." Mia looked frightened for a second, then nodded.
"Fine. But that won't be necessary," she said confidently. "Michael!" she called. "Come back in." He came back in, and looked a little surprised for a second, then calmed down. "I have something to tell you."
"Is everything okay?" he asked, concerned.
"Michael, after my accident the other day, something was... different about me." He nodded, urging her to proceed. "I- and so has Suze, but her for her entire life- can see ghosts." She looked apprehensive, and he shocked. Dammit. I knew this wouldn't work. I began to reach nonchalantly for the giant tome. "This is Jesse... he's a ghost. Suze can tell you, too- he's about 20 and has tan skin and is wearing-"
"Mia," Michael said, still shocked. "I know. I can see him, too."
A/n: dun dun dun. Plot twist! Please review and tell me if you like it so far, and I'll try to update this (and my other story) ASAP.
A/n: I'm sorry I haven't updated in a bit, but I went on a trip for biology this weekend and I've just in general had complete and utter lack of inspiration. But I think I've got some now lol.
Chapter 3
Mia's POV
"Mia?" I looked up from my journal to see Michael walking into my hospital room the next afternoon.
"Michael!" I exclaimed. He rushed over, a bouquet of flowers in hand, and gave me a kiss.
"Mia, how are you? Are you sure you're alirght?" He asked, sitting down on the edge of my bed.
"I'm fine, really. I don't even know why I'm still in here. I mean,I just blacked out for like 5 minutes before Suze woke me up."
"Suze?"
"Yea. I guess she's like my assistant the hotel assigned me. Granmere wanted me to get used to having servants or something. But she's really nice. We realized we have some... big things in common." Major understatement, what with the mediating or whatever she called it.
"That's good. Here, these are for you." He handed me the bouquet of flowers, and I gave him a kiss again.
"Thank you. You have no clue how much I appreciate you being here. Listen, I have to tell you something though. Something... weird has been happen--"
"Princess? You are being checked out as we speak. The doctors feel you are good to go," a nurse peeked in and said. "So gather up your things, and the limousine will be up front momentarily." I climbed out of bed, feeling perfectly fine, but was immediately ushered into a wheelchair. I rolled my eyes at Michael, who smirked at me, but picked up my journal and my bag with my other personal belongings in it, and followed the nurse and me out the door.
Suze POV
Two days later, I finally had a day off. Not that I had been doing much at work, but I did visit Mia everyday and hang out with her for a while. But that was about all I did. On Saturday morning after breakfast, I headed up to my room and found Jesse lounging comfortably on my bed with a book . He looked up when I came in, and set his book down. I came over and sat sort of on his lap, sort of next to him, and leaned against him. He wrapped his arms around me, and my eyes drifted shut and I signed.
"Susannah," Jesse said, finally, disrupting my trance. "I've been speaking with Father Dominic about... us." I tensed slightly.
"Oh?" I asked, attempting nonchalance. We were very don't-ask-don't- tell with Father Dominic when to came to our relationship.
"Yes. You know I love you, but I've been thinking about the--"
"Suze! You have some visitors!" my mother called. Damnit! What was Jesse going to say? Why are we ALWAYS interrupted?
"Send them up," I sighed. I moved over so I was no longer on Jesse's legs, nor leaning against him (it would look really funny if only my feet were touching the bed.), and he dematerialized. I heard footsteps up the stairs, then Mia and a boy, a little older than me, came into the room.
"Hey, Suze," Mia said. "This is Michael."
"Hello," Michael said, looking slightly confused, yet adoringly at Mia.
"Hey," I replied, also appearing slightly confused.
"Suze, listen- I need to talk to you." She looked meaningfully at Michael. "Can you leave for a second?" He nodded, and went and waited in the hall. When he was gone, Mia came over to me and whispered. "I really want to tell him about... you know. If anyone at all would believe me, he would. But I'm going to need you're help. And Jesse's, too. Where is he?" I called him, and he materialized again.
"Susannah? Do you need me?" I reiterated Mia's plan, then continued to speak to her.
"Mia, you do realize that, like, no one will believe you? It's inevitable."
"Amelia, I agree. He will never understand."
"That's why I want you two to help me. See, Suze can back me up-"
"Yea, so we both get sent to Bellevue," I muttered.
"- And then Jesse, you could kind of... I don't know. Show yourself some how. Pick something up or make it levitate." I frowned. It was possible.
"I.. suppose we can try it. But if all else fails-" I reach for the heavy book Jesse had been reading- "We knock him out and tell him he imagined it all." Mia looked frightened for a second, then nodded.
"Fine. But that won't be necessary," she said confidently. "Michael!" she called. "Come back in." He came back in, and looked a little surprised for a second, then calmed down. "I have something to tell you."
"Is everything okay?" he asked, concerned.
"Michael, after my accident the other day, something was... different about me." He nodded, urging her to proceed. "I- and so has Suze, but her for her entire life- can see ghosts." She looked apprehensive, and he shocked. Dammit. I knew this wouldn't work. I began to reach nonchalantly for the giant tome. "This is Jesse... he's a ghost. Suze can tell you, too- he's about 20 and has tan skin and is wearing-"
"Mia," Michael said, still shocked. "I know. I can see him, too."
A/n: dun dun dun. Plot twist! Please review and tell me if you like it so far, and I'll try to update this (and my other story) ASAP.