Broken in Half
Fanfics story
Mediator
Continued after Haunted
Suze loves Jesse, she knows that much. But what about Paul? Suze is starting to realize the truth about Jesse and her. She starts to realize that she needs a real boyfriend... but that won't stop her from loving a ghost.
Heyhey Poetickiss and LosDosQueridas! Thanx SO MUCH for the reviews on Chapter 1! You guys r da best! Rock on!
Chapter Two
Oh my god. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. Paul. It was Paul. Paul Slater, the last thing I needed right now. The sound of his voice sent a shiver down my spine, the same kind of shiver like at his house that day when he kissed me. A good shiver. But I didn't want it to be good. Apparently, neither did Jesse. Jesse had obviously sensed my heart, which was beating pretty fast, and looked even more hurt.
"So, Suze" said Paul casually. A bit too casually, seeing as both me and Jesse... well, okay, I was crying. Jesse had pretty much forbid the tears to fall from his eyes, which now flashed with anger. "I kind of overheard the conversation from outside the hall, pardon me. And, well, I knew it." He grinned slyly. And may I say that Paul was looking exceptionally fine at that moment, in a white shirt and black jeans. His tennis tan was fading, but against the white shirt, he looked darker than ever. "I knew you'd fall for me sometime."
Sudennly, so suddenly, in fact, that Jesse did absolutely nothing about this, but Paul snatched me up and held me close to him. I pretty much had no idea how Jesse was reacting to all this, since my face was pressed up against Paul's chest, buff as it may be.
"Suze" Paul whispered in my ear. "Suze, forget him. You love ME. Paul. Come on, Suze, you've liked me since day one. Don't deny it."
I tried to tear away from Paul, but he was pretty strong. Almost as strong as Jesse, who, from what I could imagine, was watching all this. Oh my god, I thought to myself, Jesse! It's my fault! Please, if you can hear me, Jesse, I love you. I love you both, and I ... I don't know what to do!
I tore away from Paul with all my force, and twirled around to meet Jesse's gaze. But to my surprise, Jesse wasn't there. All it was was an old, somber room. No Jesse to brighten up the room, or my day. No Jesse there to call me Querida, or stroke my cheek. No Jesse to smile or look upset or hurt. No Jesse whatsoever. I turned around to see Paul, grinning. He looked really pleased with himself, and I knew that was a bad thing.
"P...Paul..." I knew I couldn't talk, what with the huge lump in my throat, but the words sort of came out. "Where did he go? WHERE DID YOU SEND HIM?" I yelled. I was overreacting. Way too much. But Paul just stood there, looking happy, almost.
"Yo Suze, calm down. You said you loved me... thank you." He said. Thank you? What was that supposed to mean? "You have just made my day. Not only do you love me, but you said the magic words also. Well, you thought them." "What magic words?" I asked him. I was way nervous. "What did you do to Jesse? Paul, I swear to god, you are going to be sorry if I never see him again–" But Paul just laughed. "Suze, you can see him all you want. Go ahead! I won't stop you. But he will. He doesn't remember you Suze. I sent him away. Far away, somewhere else, someplace else... sometime else."
I knew what Paul was driving at. I Really didn't want to, I wish I hadn't known. Stupid Paul had sent Jesse away. He had given Jesse life... the life he had always wanted. He had sent Jesse to another time zone, the time zone of the nineteenth century. He had sent Jesse back in time, and had wiped his memory clean of me. To Jesse, now that he was alive, I had never existed.
"Paul, you are going to be sorry!" I cried, my voice going up two octives, which if I may say, made me sound even more attractive than usual. Not. "How could you?!" "Hey, slow down Suze!" Paul gestured for me to come closer to him. "I never said you couldn't visit him. The only thing is, if you wanted to, you wouldn't be able to get out... not without me. And I am not going to help you go back to that jerk." Only, he didn't say jerk. This made me even more angry with him. "How?" I whispered. "What-"Paul started to say. "HOW?" I cried, frustrated. "Well, that's my secret, isn't it?" Paul grinned an evil grin that made my blood run cold. "Good night Suze." Then he walked out the door, leaving me alone in the cold, gray room.
But I didn't need Paul's help. I knew how to do it, I knew how to go there. I knew how to go back. I closed my eyes, and pictured Jesse, the wind tugging at his hair. I pictured him standing in front of the boarding house, my house. I opened my eyes... and saw something I never imagined I would see.
Jesse was sleeping, in a bed. In a room. In a house. I soon came to realize that this was my room, my house. A smile slowly crept over my face. I found myself sitting on the windowseat, the windowseat Jesse would always sit on, back when he haunted my bedroom.
Just as I was about to stand up and wake Jesse, I saw the doorknob turn. It turned slowly, silently, but I heard it through all the stillness. I sat quietly, and very still, hoping not to wake Jesse. I figured it was just a maid, checking in on him. But, to my own amazement, as the figure emerged from the doorway, my heart filled with horror. Felix Diego approached the bed quietly, a long handkerchief in his right hand.
Okay yall, here's the scoop – So far, what has happened is Paul has sent Jesse back to the nineteenth century, against his will, while he was holding Suze. Suze has now traveled back in time, to bring Jesse back, only she doesn't know how to go back without Paul's help, and there's no hope of him coming... or is there?
Please Read and Review Chapter 2 ya'll! I hope you like it, I decided to throw Diego in there for a twist!
Hauntedgurrl
Fanfics story
Mediator
Continued after Haunted
Suze loves Jesse, she knows that much. But what about Paul? Suze is starting to realize the truth about Jesse and her. She starts to realize that she needs a real boyfriend... but that won't stop her from loving a ghost.
Heyhey Poetickiss and LosDosQueridas! Thanx SO MUCH for the reviews on Chapter 1! You guys r da best! Rock on!
Chapter Two
Oh my god. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. Paul. It was Paul. Paul Slater, the last thing I needed right now. The sound of his voice sent a shiver down my spine, the same kind of shiver like at his house that day when he kissed me. A good shiver. But I didn't want it to be good. Apparently, neither did Jesse. Jesse had obviously sensed my heart, which was beating pretty fast, and looked even more hurt.
"So, Suze" said Paul casually. A bit too casually, seeing as both me and Jesse... well, okay, I was crying. Jesse had pretty much forbid the tears to fall from his eyes, which now flashed with anger. "I kind of overheard the conversation from outside the hall, pardon me. And, well, I knew it." He grinned slyly. And may I say that Paul was looking exceptionally fine at that moment, in a white shirt and black jeans. His tennis tan was fading, but against the white shirt, he looked darker than ever. "I knew you'd fall for me sometime."
Sudennly, so suddenly, in fact, that Jesse did absolutely nothing about this, but Paul snatched me up and held me close to him. I pretty much had no idea how Jesse was reacting to all this, since my face was pressed up against Paul's chest, buff as it may be.
"Suze" Paul whispered in my ear. "Suze, forget him. You love ME. Paul. Come on, Suze, you've liked me since day one. Don't deny it."
I tried to tear away from Paul, but he was pretty strong. Almost as strong as Jesse, who, from what I could imagine, was watching all this. Oh my god, I thought to myself, Jesse! It's my fault! Please, if you can hear me, Jesse, I love you. I love you both, and I ... I don't know what to do!
I tore away from Paul with all my force, and twirled around to meet Jesse's gaze. But to my surprise, Jesse wasn't there. All it was was an old, somber room. No Jesse to brighten up the room, or my day. No Jesse there to call me Querida, or stroke my cheek. No Jesse to smile or look upset or hurt. No Jesse whatsoever. I turned around to see Paul, grinning. He looked really pleased with himself, and I knew that was a bad thing.
"P...Paul..." I knew I couldn't talk, what with the huge lump in my throat, but the words sort of came out. "Where did he go? WHERE DID YOU SEND HIM?" I yelled. I was overreacting. Way too much. But Paul just stood there, looking happy, almost.
"Yo Suze, calm down. You said you loved me... thank you." He said. Thank you? What was that supposed to mean? "You have just made my day. Not only do you love me, but you said the magic words also. Well, you thought them." "What magic words?" I asked him. I was way nervous. "What did you do to Jesse? Paul, I swear to god, you are going to be sorry if I never see him again–" But Paul just laughed. "Suze, you can see him all you want. Go ahead! I won't stop you. But he will. He doesn't remember you Suze. I sent him away. Far away, somewhere else, someplace else... sometime else."
I knew what Paul was driving at. I Really didn't want to, I wish I hadn't known. Stupid Paul had sent Jesse away. He had given Jesse life... the life he had always wanted. He had sent Jesse to another time zone, the time zone of the nineteenth century. He had sent Jesse back in time, and had wiped his memory clean of me. To Jesse, now that he was alive, I had never existed.
"Paul, you are going to be sorry!" I cried, my voice going up two octives, which if I may say, made me sound even more attractive than usual. Not. "How could you?!" "Hey, slow down Suze!" Paul gestured for me to come closer to him. "I never said you couldn't visit him. The only thing is, if you wanted to, you wouldn't be able to get out... not without me. And I am not going to help you go back to that jerk." Only, he didn't say jerk. This made me even more angry with him. "How?" I whispered. "What-"Paul started to say. "HOW?" I cried, frustrated. "Well, that's my secret, isn't it?" Paul grinned an evil grin that made my blood run cold. "Good night Suze." Then he walked out the door, leaving me alone in the cold, gray room.
But I didn't need Paul's help. I knew how to do it, I knew how to go there. I knew how to go back. I closed my eyes, and pictured Jesse, the wind tugging at his hair. I pictured him standing in front of the boarding house, my house. I opened my eyes... and saw something I never imagined I would see.
Jesse was sleeping, in a bed. In a room. In a house. I soon came to realize that this was my room, my house. A smile slowly crept over my face. I found myself sitting on the windowseat, the windowseat Jesse would always sit on, back when he haunted my bedroom.
Just as I was about to stand up and wake Jesse, I saw the doorknob turn. It turned slowly, silently, but I heard it through all the stillness. I sat quietly, and very still, hoping not to wake Jesse. I figured it was just a maid, checking in on him. But, to my own amazement, as the figure emerged from the doorway, my heart filled with horror. Felix Diego approached the bed quietly, a long handkerchief in his right hand.
Okay yall, here's the scoop – So far, what has happened is Paul has sent Jesse back to the nineteenth century, against his will, while he was holding Suze. Suze has now traveled back in time, to bring Jesse back, only she doesn't know how to go back without Paul's help, and there's no hope of him coming... or is there?
Please Read and Review Chapter 2 ya'll! I hope you like it, I decided to throw Diego in there for a twist!
Hauntedgurrl