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"Slater, were both dead, she can't pick either of us." I said frustratingly. Because it was true. Slater and I were both dead, and neither of us could be with Querida.

"That wasn't stopping you a couple of minutes ago." Slater said and then I realized he might have been there the whole time. Watching, I didn't even think about checking the room before I kissed her. I was horrid for kissing her. I should have never done it. "Okay Jesse so you kissed a chick you weren't married with, no problem, I mean who wouldn't want to kiss Suze." He said to me. I couldn't believe what Slater was saying about Querida. It was as if she were merely just an object to him.

"Excuse me?" I said with anger. Even thought I knew exactly what he meant.

"Your first real kiss with her, wasn't it? I don't know why you just didn't go the whole way. She would of let you." He said with laugh at the end, and then I found myself punching him. I know I couldn't fight him again, but I love Querida, more than anything in the world, and I will do anything to take Slater out of this world. Its people like Slater that use girls such as Querida for things. Things I couldn't even begin to possibly imagine. The men these days had no respect for women.

"You will never EVER touch Querida again! You hear me Slater!" I yelled to him as I was placing my hands around his throat. Just because we were both dead, did not mean we couldn't feel physical pain. Slater just laughed though, he laughed as if this were all some kind of joke. That Querida was a joke, and she wasn't. Querida wasn't a joke at all.

"I'm not the one touching her, you are." He said and then I held his throat tighter and he kicked me off of him, and I flew across the room hitting the side of Querida's bed. What was horrible was that we was right. "So sweet," He said while fixing his shirt, "you call her Querida." I knew he was making fun of me for calling her Querida, but I didn't care. I just wish I would stop letting that word slip out of my mouth. It wasn't her proper name.

"I don't care." I said while bringing myself up. I wasn't quite sure what would happen next though, and out of nowhere Querida appeared on the floor between us and was completely drenched with water. The curls were coming back from when she got her hair straightened, her makeup was running down her face and there was a cut of her left cheek with blood running down. Querida was hurt, and hurt badly. I could tell my skin was turning pale white as I was speechless staring at her on the floor.

"Suze!" Slater said while reaching down to the ground and holding her head up. "Well don't just stand there De Silva! Go get something to help her!" He yelled out to me. I did what I was told because I couldn't see her that way. She was lying there as if she were dead on the ground with her eyes closed. What could of happened to my Querida in such a short matter of time? I didn't know how to get help for her though, how do ghosts such as myself get help for a young lady that is alive. Like I said before, she needs somebody who is alive. Slater is the one who should get help, and I should be the one comforting Querida. Even if we are both dead. Then again, I couldn't look at her that way. I don't know what I would do if she died, and because of me, because she had to escape all the stress she had from me. I searched in the restroom of Querida's parents and found a first aid kit, and rushed back to her room. Immediately I ran to her and opened the kit and took out a bandage. I noticed that my hand was shaking uncontrollably with the bandage in it, so Slater grabbed it and quickly placed it on Querida's cheek. I could tell he was annoyed from me shaking, but didn't say anything about it. Since when did Slater care if Querida was okay? It was terrifying, and odd at the same time. Another thing that was odd was that Slater and I weren't focusing on each other, just trying to get Querida up. It was strange to see him help her. I then placed my head on her chest, scared to death knowing that there might be a chance of no heartbeat, and there was one. Thank the lord. "She breathing?" Slater asked while still concentrating on her.

"Yeah.." I said while lifting my head off her. "What happened?" I said as a tear ran down my face. Maybe I should just give up, give up on Querida and give up on everything I've ever done, and just leave. Its hopeless, no matter what I do, I can't give Querida what she wants. I can't even provide her with help when she's injured. Slater couldn't even do that anymore. I know now would be a good time to be selfish, to let her die and then have her be with me, but I couldn't let her do that. She must live a life, a life I never had. A life where she can fall in love with somebody alive. A life with somebody to grow old with, and to have children with. She had to have a life, a life without me. Then I turned around and started crying. I didn't want to show a weak side in front of Slater because it would show that he was strong and could help her, but I couldn't. I couldn't look at her, I felt like killing myself, which I already was, but if I were alive, I certainly would have just done it. I looked at my hands and they were still shaking from all the fright. How could this happen to Querida? How could I let it happen to her?

"Help me..." I herd Querida's voice say. I quickly turned around after and came to Querida.

"Querida Querida..." I said calmly so it wouldn't worry her, while brushing my finger on her hand and looking into her eyes.

"Get her up." Slater said as if he was some sort of hero. He had been acting like he was a hero the whole time. I wanted to punch him again. But who cares, all that matters is that Querida is alive. So I picked her body up and laid it on her bed. "I'll get her some dry clothes." He told me while going to her closet. It was good, it gave me a little time with her. I sat on the bed beside her and held her hand and started brushing it again.

"Querida, no matter what happens I love you." I told her, because it was the truth, I do love her, and always will love her. I wanted to know what happened so badly, but she still look severely hurt so I thought it was best to not ask at the moment.

"Jesse," She said while coffing, "I love you too" and then she smiled. I wanted to lean over and kiss her, but I couldn't. I didn't have her hand in marriage, and I wasn't going to make the same mistake as before.

"Here Suze, I brought some pajamas for you. Do you need help?" Slater said to her, as if he actually did care about her.

"No..." She said to him while having her smile go away. "I need to be with Jesse alone Paul, please...please go." She said. Yeah please do go Slater. Nobody likes you or wants you around. Once he was gone, which I was surprised he did, I gave Querida a nervous laugh while smiling, and looking into her eyes.

"Kiss me." Querida said with a coff at the end.

"But-"

"Kiss me." She demanded while interrupting me. I was going to say we shouldn't, but she really wanted me to kiss her, and I really wanted to kiss her too, to make her feel better. Maybe one kiss wouldn't hurt. So I leaned down and kissed her. The half part of my body was on her and the other half was on the bed. So there I was, making out with her again. I could of at least asked her what had happened, you know why she was wet, or cut, but I couldn't find myself getting off of her. So we made out, and then she slowly pushed the top of my body off. I knew I had to leave. This situation, with the kissing had to stop. "Now was that so hard Jesse?" she said to me with an angry look on her face. Why was she angry? Did I not kiss her right the first time? Did I do anything to make her mad? I just stared at her waiting for her to tell me, because she knew I wanted to know. "I love you Jesse, I really do, but if you can't even kiss me unless I make you, how will I ever know you love me." She told me with a couple of coffs during it. What she was saying was mad. I don't kiss her the way Paul tries to kiss her because I love her. If I didn't love her the way I did, I wouldn't try to be so careful.

"That's not it at all, I just don't want either of us to get hurt..."

"I already am hurt," she said and then placed her arm around my neck and began kissing me again. But see here was the thing, I couldn't give her what she wanted. She need somebody alive that loved her, and could make love with her. Not a dead person like myself. So I pushed myself away quickly and then sat up all the way straight.