Disclaimer: I only own the characters I make up...duh
A/N: Merci beaucoup all my wonderful reviewers. I'm not even joking. You make me smiiiiiiiiile
WriteWitRissa: You totally rock! And thanks for the tip on Anon Reviewers – I didn't realise I was casting a shadow onto them, you have helped make their lives a brighter place to live. You should feel proud. I honour you. Also...Sean may have a slight effect on Suze and Jesse...moowahahahaaa
Alda Rethe: I like Sean too! Not as much as Paul though. I LOVE YOU PAUL.
Man, I need a boyfriend
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Once I pushed Jesse off me – and believe me, I had to push hard, he really didn't want to get off me – I brushed myself down and called Sean back. Jesse climbed off the bed and went to sit in his usual place – on the window seat where Spike had appeared.
Sean re-materialised looking shy and embarrassed.
"Uh, sorry 'bout that, Sean. So, um, was there anything, um, specific you needed?" I asked. I didn't want to give Sean the wrong impression – that I was an uncaring, unhelpful individual, because I'm not. Honestly. Well, I'm not to those I care about. And I didn't want him to think me and my boyfriend were sex-crazed either, seeing as both times he's visited me I've had my arms around Jesse in a passionate embrace. But can you really blame me? I mean, Jesse is hot and buff and he had just declared his undying love for me. Not in those exact words, but still.
"Oh, oh no, not really. Just-just thought I'd drop by for a, you know, a little chat or something," he looked even more embarrassed by this but so pathetic I instantly melted. I sat back down on the bed and patted the space next to me.
"Sure, that's fine. Chat is good. It's a lot better than most the visitors I get. Frankly, I'm beginning to feel a bit used," I said, half-joking. I mean most of it is true. Ghosts drop by, not even saying hello or how are you. Then, when I help them, it's like, yeah, thanks for the ride. At least Sean was polite.
He came and plonked his cute butt next to mine then asked me how long I'd been a mediator for. What, did he think it was a hobby I suddenly took up, or something?
We moved on from mediating to films to California to school and so on. In fact, we talked for about two hours non-stop before Andy called up to announce dinner was ready.
"Wow, is that the time already?" I asked.
"Oh wow," said Sean, looking at my alarm clock, "doesn't time fly when you're having fun?" He smiled at me and I smiled back. "You're a really easy person to talk to, you know," he had that shy, embarrassed look in his eye again. It made him look like a puppy. I just wanted to scoop him up and hug him to death. Although, now that is physically impossible...
"You remind me of my girlfriend, actually," he stared at my wall in a daze, "ex-girlfriend, I suppose." His soulful grey eyes were glistening strangely.
I rested my hand on his broad shoulder, "It will get easier, you know. Hopefully you won't be round here too long anyway. Not that I'm complaining, I mean, I don't mean that I want to get rid of you, but you'll probably be wanting to move on and get on with your next life or wherever it is you go, you know." Wow, smooth talking there, Suze.
But he just smiled at me again. Kinda reassuring. He sure has got that smile down to a pat, I thought. That smile could have easily made him a model, with his broad shoulders, well-sculptured face, and six foot of toned body and muscles. Not to mention his smooth and silky dark brown hair, the kind you only see Pantene adverts, the kind I would kill for.
A sudden thought struck me. I looked around the room. Where was Jesse?
Oh well, he'd be back tonight. Hopefully.
I wouldn't mind another one of those kissing sessions...
"Suze! Dinner! Hurry up or it'll all be gone!" Andy yelled up the stairs. Sean said a quick, "See ya" then disappeared. I sighed and trudged downstairs.
Dinner was as to be expected. Dopey didn't mention Paul, thank God, and neither did Doc.
But after dinner, as I was about to walk into my room, Doc called my name quickly and quietly. He looked a little worried so I walked over to him.
"What's up, Doc?" Hahaha, my humour is wasted on these earthlings.
"Um, it's about Paul," he began, he looked really nervous. Suddenly I got angry.
"What has he said to you? Has he done anything to you? Hurt you? Threatened you? I'm kill that jerk, I really am." Except I didn't say jerk.
David looked shocked and quickly reassured me it was none of the above. I breathed a sigh of relief, only slightly saddened that I didn't have an excuse to beat Paul up.
"It's just that, what Brad was saying, it wasn't true, was it?" I stared at him. I was extremely confused. When had Doc ever cared about Paul before?
"No, Do-David, it wasn't true. I don't like Paul. Why?" I knelt down to his level and looked him square in the eye. He was a funny kid, David.
"It's just, I got the feeling that you and Jesse were...you know. And I don't think it would be fair on Jesse if you and Paul were...you know. 'Cos Jesse sounds like a really nice guy – remember that time he saved your life?" I tried to guess which time Doc meant "- and I reckon he would be kinda hurt, if it was true." Doc looked me in the eye, his almost pleading with mine. Weird.
Okay, now I was really staring at David. My mouth had hit the floor.
"I would never do anything to hurt Jesse on purpose, David," I finally said once I had regained my countenance, "and I really don't like Paul. 'K?"
Doc seemed to find this answer to his satisfaction, because his smile returned and he nodded then bounced into his room.
Strangle little boy.
I shook my head, trying to stop my mind from fizzing about. Had that really happened?
I walked into my room and started to do my homework, not really taking in what I was doing.
The phone rang and I picked it up.
"Simon-Ackerman residence, how can I help?" I said in my telephone voice. When I'm on the phone, I have little things that I do. For one thing, I always use my telephone voice. Unless I'm talking to someone like CeeCee of Gina. Another thing is I start doodling. Just random little things like eyes and squiggles. Not very exciting, really.
"So you thought you'd just ignore our lesson planned for today, did you?"
I stopped doodling.
Uh oh. I was in trouble.
Big trouble.
"Shit! Oh my God, I am so sorry Paul! I completely forgot. I just got chatting to Sean and then it was dinner and by that time I'd just completely forgotten!" What had I done? I prayed that Paul was in a good mood.
I held my pen, poised above my paper, ready to be doodled with, or dropped.
"Sean? I hope he hasn't replaced me on your list of affections, Suze," well the good news was that Paul sounded in a reasonably good mood.
I started doodling.
"Ha ha. Is it too late to come over? Or re-schedule?" I had my fingers crossed and was biting down on my lip.
"My, my, aren't we keen? And I got the impression I repulsed you?" I gritted my teeth.
"I'm only doing this, Paul, to insure Jesse's safety, and you know it."
There was silence on the other end. Then Paul heaved a gusty sigh.
"Fine, fine. Let's re-schedule. Tomorrow. Same time, same place. And you'd better show up, Suze, or I can't be blamed for my actions...and their consequences." A chill went tingling down my spine, and I gripped the phone harder, my knuckles turning white.
"Sweet dreams, Suze," he said smoothly, then rang off. I stared at my phone for a while then placed it down carefully on its cradle, as if any pressure would cause it to shatter.
I shook myself for the second time in the space of fifteen minutes and stood up. I wrote all over my hands and notebooks: '7.30 – don't be late'. To be on the safe side, I wrote it on my mirror in lipstick.
I stepped back and surveyed my art. Perfect.
I heard something behind me and I turned around. Jesse.
He was squinting at my message.
"Don't be late for what, querida?" He asked, turning his liquid eyes to me.
"Oh, I've got a date with CeeCee and Adam. I just don't wanna be late!" It was such a pathetic lie, but it did the trick.
"Alright then, querida." And with that he strode up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I snuggled into his chest and closed my eyes. If he were alive, I thought, would've been able to hear and feel his heart beat.
It was actually quite a disturbing thought and I quickly stopped.
Jesse sighed and started to stroke my hair.
"You don't know how much of a joy it is for me to be able to do this now. To be able to hold you, touch you, kiss you. My querida." He kissed my on my forehead and looked into my eyes. It felt like he was searching my soul, and it was comforting.
"Ditto," I replied, then yawned. Today had been a pretty eventful day. I disengaged myself from Jesse and went into my bathroom to change into my PJ's. I came out to find Jesse still staring at my message. I froze for a split second then carried on over to my bed.
I stole one more stare at Jesse then clapped my lights off.
"Goodnight, querida," whispered Jesse.
"G'night," I yawned back. Then I was out like a light.
No nightmares about Paul.
Just dreams about Jesse, and me.
A/N: Merci beaucoup all my wonderful reviewers. I'm not even joking. You make me smiiiiiiiiile
WriteWitRissa: You totally rock! And thanks for the tip on Anon Reviewers – I didn't realise I was casting a shadow onto them, you have helped make their lives a brighter place to live. You should feel proud. I honour you. Also...Sean may have a slight effect on Suze and Jesse...moowahahahaaa
Alda Rethe: I like Sean too! Not as much as Paul though. I LOVE YOU PAUL.
Man, I need a boyfriend
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Once I pushed Jesse off me – and believe me, I had to push hard, he really didn't want to get off me – I brushed myself down and called Sean back. Jesse climbed off the bed and went to sit in his usual place – on the window seat where Spike had appeared.
Sean re-materialised looking shy and embarrassed.
"Uh, sorry 'bout that, Sean. So, um, was there anything, um, specific you needed?" I asked. I didn't want to give Sean the wrong impression – that I was an uncaring, unhelpful individual, because I'm not. Honestly. Well, I'm not to those I care about. And I didn't want him to think me and my boyfriend were sex-crazed either, seeing as both times he's visited me I've had my arms around Jesse in a passionate embrace. But can you really blame me? I mean, Jesse is hot and buff and he had just declared his undying love for me. Not in those exact words, but still.
"Oh, oh no, not really. Just-just thought I'd drop by for a, you know, a little chat or something," he looked even more embarrassed by this but so pathetic I instantly melted. I sat back down on the bed and patted the space next to me.
"Sure, that's fine. Chat is good. It's a lot better than most the visitors I get. Frankly, I'm beginning to feel a bit used," I said, half-joking. I mean most of it is true. Ghosts drop by, not even saying hello or how are you. Then, when I help them, it's like, yeah, thanks for the ride. At least Sean was polite.
He came and plonked his cute butt next to mine then asked me how long I'd been a mediator for. What, did he think it was a hobby I suddenly took up, or something?
We moved on from mediating to films to California to school and so on. In fact, we talked for about two hours non-stop before Andy called up to announce dinner was ready.
"Wow, is that the time already?" I asked.
"Oh wow," said Sean, looking at my alarm clock, "doesn't time fly when you're having fun?" He smiled at me and I smiled back. "You're a really easy person to talk to, you know," he had that shy, embarrassed look in his eye again. It made him look like a puppy. I just wanted to scoop him up and hug him to death. Although, now that is physically impossible...
"You remind me of my girlfriend, actually," he stared at my wall in a daze, "ex-girlfriend, I suppose." His soulful grey eyes were glistening strangely.
I rested my hand on his broad shoulder, "It will get easier, you know. Hopefully you won't be round here too long anyway. Not that I'm complaining, I mean, I don't mean that I want to get rid of you, but you'll probably be wanting to move on and get on with your next life or wherever it is you go, you know." Wow, smooth talking there, Suze.
But he just smiled at me again. Kinda reassuring. He sure has got that smile down to a pat, I thought. That smile could have easily made him a model, with his broad shoulders, well-sculptured face, and six foot of toned body and muscles. Not to mention his smooth and silky dark brown hair, the kind you only see Pantene adverts, the kind I would kill for.
A sudden thought struck me. I looked around the room. Where was Jesse?
Oh well, he'd be back tonight. Hopefully.
I wouldn't mind another one of those kissing sessions...
"Suze! Dinner! Hurry up or it'll all be gone!" Andy yelled up the stairs. Sean said a quick, "See ya" then disappeared. I sighed and trudged downstairs.
Dinner was as to be expected. Dopey didn't mention Paul, thank God, and neither did Doc.
But after dinner, as I was about to walk into my room, Doc called my name quickly and quietly. He looked a little worried so I walked over to him.
"What's up, Doc?" Hahaha, my humour is wasted on these earthlings.
"Um, it's about Paul," he began, he looked really nervous. Suddenly I got angry.
"What has he said to you? Has he done anything to you? Hurt you? Threatened you? I'm kill that jerk, I really am." Except I didn't say jerk.
David looked shocked and quickly reassured me it was none of the above. I breathed a sigh of relief, only slightly saddened that I didn't have an excuse to beat Paul up.
"It's just that, what Brad was saying, it wasn't true, was it?" I stared at him. I was extremely confused. When had Doc ever cared about Paul before?
"No, Do-David, it wasn't true. I don't like Paul. Why?" I knelt down to his level and looked him square in the eye. He was a funny kid, David.
"It's just, I got the feeling that you and Jesse were...you know. And I don't think it would be fair on Jesse if you and Paul were...you know. 'Cos Jesse sounds like a really nice guy – remember that time he saved your life?" I tried to guess which time Doc meant "- and I reckon he would be kinda hurt, if it was true." Doc looked me in the eye, his almost pleading with mine. Weird.
Okay, now I was really staring at David. My mouth had hit the floor.
"I would never do anything to hurt Jesse on purpose, David," I finally said once I had regained my countenance, "and I really don't like Paul. 'K?"
Doc seemed to find this answer to his satisfaction, because his smile returned and he nodded then bounced into his room.
Strangle little boy.
I shook my head, trying to stop my mind from fizzing about. Had that really happened?
I walked into my room and started to do my homework, not really taking in what I was doing.
The phone rang and I picked it up.
"Simon-Ackerman residence, how can I help?" I said in my telephone voice. When I'm on the phone, I have little things that I do. For one thing, I always use my telephone voice. Unless I'm talking to someone like CeeCee of Gina. Another thing is I start doodling. Just random little things like eyes and squiggles. Not very exciting, really.
"So you thought you'd just ignore our lesson planned for today, did you?"
I stopped doodling.
Uh oh. I was in trouble.
Big trouble.
"Shit! Oh my God, I am so sorry Paul! I completely forgot. I just got chatting to Sean and then it was dinner and by that time I'd just completely forgotten!" What had I done? I prayed that Paul was in a good mood.
I held my pen, poised above my paper, ready to be doodled with, or dropped.
"Sean? I hope he hasn't replaced me on your list of affections, Suze," well the good news was that Paul sounded in a reasonably good mood.
I started doodling.
"Ha ha. Is it too late to come over? Or re-schedule?" I had my fingers crossed and was biting down on my lip.
"My, my, aren't we keen? And I got the impression I repulsed you?" I gritted my teeth.
"I'm only doing this, Paul, to insure Jesse's safety, and you know it."
There was silence on the other end. Then Paul heaved a gusty sigh.
"Fine, fine. Let's re-schedule. Tomorrow. Same time, same place. And you'd better show up, Suze, or I can't be blamed for my actions...and their consequences." A chill went tingling down my spine, and I gripped the phone harder, my knuckles turning white.
"Sweet dreams, Suze," he said smoothly, then rang off. I stared at my phone for a while then placed it down carefully on its cradle, as if any pressure would cause it to shatter.
I shook myself for the second time in the space of fifteen minutes and stood up. I wrote all over my hands and notebooks: '7.30 – don't be late'. To be on the safe side, I wrote it on my mirror in lipstick.
I stepped back and surveyed my art. Perfect.
I heard something behind me and I turned around. Jesse.
He was squinting at my message.
"Don't be late for what, querida?" He asked, turning his liquid eyes to me.
"Oh, I've got a date with CeeCee and Adam. I just don't wanna be late!" It was such a pathetic lie, but it did the trick.
"Alright then, querida." And with that he strode up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I snuggled into his chest and closed my eyes. If he were alive, I thought, would've been able to hear and feel his heart beat.
It was actually quite a disturbing thought and I quickly stopped.
Jesse sighed and started to stroke my hair.
"You don't know how much of a joy it is for me to be able to do this now. To be able to hold you, touch you, kiss you. My querida." He kissed my on my forehead and looked into my eyes. It felt like he was searching my soul, and it was comforting.
"Ditto," I replied, then yawned. Today had been a pretty eventful day. I disengaged myself from Jesse and went into my bathroom to change into my PJ's. I came out to find Jesse still staring at my message. I froze for a split second then carried on over to my bed.
I stole one more stare at Jesse then clapped my lights off.
"Goodnight, querida," whispered Jesse.
"G'night," I yawned back. Then I was out like a light.
No nightmares about Paul.
Just dreams about Jesse, and me.