Broken in Two
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.
Okay yall, this is actually my VERY FIRST Fanfic! So please, R&R SOON!
Chapter Five
Jesse's head snapped to the side, then tilted just a bit. He didn't blink at all, nothing. You know, like in movies, when something trigger's the character's memory, and he has this huge flashback of all the memories. Well, this was kinda like that.
"Yes" I whispered. "Yes, come on Jesse! You remember!" But Jesse did absolutely nothing. Just stare into space. Then, once again, he muttered the word.
"Querida." Like magic, his gaze shifted from space, and into my eyes. A huge, HUGE smile spread across his face, while tears of joy fell from my eyes.
"QUERIDA!" Jesse yelled joyfully, then lunged himself at me (in a good way). We laughed, and I cried happily, and we rolled through the fields together. I swear, it was the best moment of my life. I would have liked nothing more than to stay with Jesse there. Then again, we may die of starvation, or whatever, but I'd be happy. Dead happy.
But Jesse, the moment-ruiner that we all know and love, just had to crush the passionate embrace he had me in, and sat up, looking at me questioningly.
"Querida." He whispered happily again. Though, just as suddenly as he had remembered all we had, his eyes became sad. "You love Paul, do you not?"
"Jesse" I had just realized that Jesse had seen me and Paul, when Paul had grabbed me and held me close to him. "Jesse, I would like nothing better than to stay here, forever. Believe me, I wish I could. But you have to come back, back to the twentyfirst century." I stood up, but when I saw that Jesse didn't follow my lead, I fell to my knees again.
"Susannah" Jesse looked me in the eyes, his gaze filled with sadness. "You still have not answered my question. You love Paul, do you not?" he said again.
I knew that answer to this one. I had figured it out last night, the first time I set eyes on Jesse, the live Jesse. The Jesse who had to work out to keep his abs in shape.
"No." I said firmly. "No." then I leaned over and kissed Jesse on the lips. I know, I know, very daring, but to my surprise, Jesse took me in his arms, and returned my embrace.
But just as I had started to realize that Jesse and I needed to return to the present time, I heard a distinctly masculine voice coming from behind me. A voice that made my blood run cold.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Suze Simon, getting all fresh with Rico Suave over here."
I whirled around to see Paul, standing in the field, approaching Jesse and me. He was exceptionally fine, but he was nothing like Jesse. Nothing. Jesse stood up beside me, his murderous gaze fixed on Paul.
"Slater." Jesse growled.
"Well." Paul said with an impressed tone in his voice, but one of sarcasm, none the less. "I didn't know you had it in you Suze. I guess he does remember."
"Why did you come back?" I asked him, coming to my feet as well.
"Well, I figured, now that Mr De Silva was alive, I could have the pleasure of killing him myself."
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.
Okay yall, this is actually my VERY FIRST Fanfic! So please, R&R SOON!
Chapter Five
Jesse's head snapped to the side, then tilted just a bit. He didn't blink at all, nothing. You know, like in movies, when something trigger's the character's memory, and he has this huge flashback of all the memories. Well, this was kinda like that.
"Yes" I whispered. "Yes, come on Jesse! You remember!" But Jesse did absolutely nothing. Just stare into space. Then, once again, he muttered the word.
"Querida." Like magic, his gaze shifted from space, and into my eyes. A huge, HUGE smile spread across his face, while tears of joy fell from my eyes.
"QUERIDA!" Jesse yelled joyfully, then lunged himself at me (in a good way). We laughed, and I cried happily, and we rolled through the fields together. I swear, it was the best moment of my life. I would have liked nothing more than to stay with Jesse there. Then again, we may die of starvation, or whatever, but I'd be happy. Dead happy.
But Jesse, the moment-ruiner that we all know and love, just had to crush the passionate embrace he had me in, and sat up, looking at me questioningly.
"Querida." He whispered happily again. Though, just as suddenly as he had remembered all we had, his eyes became sad. "You love Paul, do you not?"
"Jesse" I had just realized that Jesse had seen me and Paul, when Paul had grabbed me and held me close to him. "Jesse, I would like nothing better than to stay here, forever. Believe me, I wish I could. But you have to come back, back to the twentyfirst century." I stood up, but when I saw that Jesse didn't follow my lead, I fell to my knees again.
"Susannah" Jesse looked me in the eyes, his gaze filled with sadness. "You still have not answered my question. You love Paul, do you not?" he said again.
I knew that answer to this one. I had figured it out last night, the first time I set eyes on Jesse, the live Jesse. The Jesse who had to work out to keep his abs in shape.
"No." I said firmly. "No." then I leaned over and kissed Jesse on the lips. I know, I know, very daring, but to my surprise, Jesse took me in his arms, and returned my embrace.
But just as I had started to realize that Jesse and I needed to return to the present time, I heard a distinctly masculine voice coming from behind me. A voice that made my blood run cold.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Suze Simon, getting all fresh with Rico Suave over here."
I whirled around to see Paul, standing in the field, approaching Jesse and me. He was exceptionally fine, but he was nothing like Jesse. Nothing. Jesse stood up beside me, his murderous gaze fixed on Paul.
"Slater." Jesse growled.
"Well." Paul said with an impressed tone in his voice, but one of sarcasm, none the less. "I didn't know you had it in you Suze. I guess he does remember."
"Why did you come back?" I asked him, coming to my feet as well.
"Well, I figured, now that Mr De Silva was alive, I could have the pleasure of killing him myself."