They like me they really like me *slaps hand over heart, with big goofy smile on face* sorry, I had to get that out. Thank you all for the reviews. I'm getting these chapters up as fast as I can, but I also have four other stories that I'm writing, tones of poetry that I will eventually get posted up, a pile of books calling me to read them, and homework so yea…on with the story.
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Chapter 3:
I woke up to find myself shivering. When did I go to Antarctica? I quickly raced over to my window and shut it. Great, all of my sweatshirts are all in my bags. I slipped on the leather jacket that I had warn on the plane and glanced at the clock. It's six, which leaves me with three and a half hours until Paul comes. Might as well unpack and find an outfit to wear.
Mom had already unpacked all the boxes I had shipped down, so I only have four bags to unpack. As I was unpacking, I came across my favorite top. It's a baby blue halter top that I had bought last summer with Gina. I grabbed a black skirt and headed towards my private bathroom.
After taking my shower, getting dressed, and doing all those other feminine things that you do before a date. I had thirty minutes to spare. I pulled out a Cosmo magazine I had bought at the New York air port. I hadn't gotten a chance to read it since I was talking to Paul the whole time. I turned to a section about good makeup tips and started reading. Hey, now that I actually might have a boyfriend, it doesn't hurt to read about it.
I was getting really into the article when Ricky Marten showed up. "Jesse, I thought that I told you, you can't stay here." I was rude to him yesterday, so I said this as nice as I could. Need I remind you, though, that words like that never exactly come out nicely.
"Si, querida, you did." He walked over and sat on my window seat. What does he think he's doing, and what exactly did he just say. I got the 'si' part, but what was that other word. "What are you reading?" I can't believe this guy.
"Look, I'm trying to be as nice as I can here. Can you please try to understand that I can't have a male living in the same room as me?" He seemed to think about this for a few seconds, then shook his head.
"Querida, I can't just leave the place that I've lived for the past century. I'll give you as much privacy as I can give, but that's the best I can offer." He said this liked he had planned this out. At least he had been thinking about it.
The doorbell rang, and I got up, knowing that it would be Paul. "We'll talk about this later, but let me say now: don't call me things in Spanish."
"Susie! Your friends here!" mom did not just call me that, with Paul here, did she? Great. "bye." I said to Jesse, and then left to head down the stairs. Paul was standing in the entryway, talking to my mom. How embarrassing, can't she like, go back to the kitchen or something. "hey Paul" I said, drawing his attention up to me. I smiled, but he didn't return it. "That's who your going out with?" I turned around to face Jesse. He so, did not just fallow me out here.
"Mom, you can go back to the kitchen now." I know that I would pay foe that, but I couldn't exactly start talking to no one could eye? I waited till mom was out of the room, acting as normal as possible, then turned back towards Jesse. "What happened to the whole Privacy thing we were just talking about like, three minutes ago?" Paul hadn't moved from downstairs and thankfully hadn't said anything. "What does it matter, it's not like he can see me." Jesse shot back.
"Jesse, I hate to break it to you, but Paul here can see you. He's a mediator too." Jesse seemed to take this in.
"God Suze, you sure do know how to attract those ghosts" Paul was now standing on the stair below me, and surprisingly, he was laughing. "I'm Paul Slater, and you are?" he said as he stuck his hand out to Jesse. "Jesse De Silva." He was a little hesitant to shake his hand at first, but he did. This was all way to weird for me.
"Jesse I told you that I would talk to you about this later. Now, I'm hungry, I want to go eat, so if it's ok with the two of you, I think we should be going." To my surprise, Jesse dematerialized out of the room.
"I'll take that as yes, shall we go then?" Paul said. I said yes and we headed out of the house. "Bye mom!" I shouted as I closed the door to the house. When I got outside there was a black Porsche. "That's your car?" I asked
"Yep, my grandfather got it for me so I wouldn't be stuck up at the house all the time." As Paul opened the door for me, I couldn't help but think that Paul's family must be rich.
"So where are we going to go eat?" I asked as Paul started driving down the street.
"The Plaza Grill, they have the best pancakes you have ever tasted."
"Great, my one weakness." Hey it was true.
"So I see you have an unexpected roommate." Paul said
"He isn't that bad, just refuses to move on." I said with a sigh. Oh, great, now I was protecting Jesse.
"Do you now how long he's been here, it seems like he must have died over a hundred years ago." Paul said as he worked to avoid hitting any pedestrians, that were out an there morning walks.
"There lies the problem. He says that he doesn't want to go since he's lived in that house for a hundred and fifty years." Paul pulled the car into a parking lot, and turned to face me.
"You know, there is an easier way to get rid of him."
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Ok, thought that would be a good place to leave it. Next chapter will most likely be from Paul's P.O.V. so what 'easier way' do you think he has in mind. I'm sure you guys all know, but it's Suze's reaction that I'm going to try to figure out. So tell me your ideas, comments, etc. Also, 9:30 I realize is pretty late for a 'morning walk' but I'm a major night owl, and the idea of getting up early gives me a major headache. (in my world, getting up early is against the law.) Ok, well go press that little button, and REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!