(A/N: Sorry for the delay ! Oh yeah this comes before Haunted)
I'm very surprised at my mom.The month has finally passed by and it was only about two weeks until my B-Day. And she had to spend the whole time planning for some party I don't deserve. I mean, think about it: sneaking out of school, wrecking a part of school, and falling in love with a ghost. Jeez, what was my mother thinking? But what's even more cooler is, she's done!
Hey, hey, hey, I am not a brat. I tried to help her sometimes but she just disses me and says, and I quote, "Suzie, this is your party, and not yours to give. And you deserve every piece of confetti and laughter in this party. Okay?" Then she squeezes my cheek. Seriously! Love. Ack.
Sometimes I'm a bit disapointed that she didn't let me help out. She got these pink candles from Yankee Candle that smells like Plumerias. And I mean smells.I could smell them all the way from my room! Now I have this extremely bad headache and oh. Ouch.
Also, my mom bought my dress. Picture this:frills and laces. Frills and Laces!! God am I glad CeeCee was with her. What a good friend she is. She and Gina have finally got along. Oh, didn't I mention? Gina's here. And this time, her parents paid for the ticket so my mom got to save some money.
People are no longer scarce for the 12 roses and candles. Like I hated, mom's colleages. Well it beats Paul. You heard right. Mom actually suggested he come. Thank the Lord I stopped her.
Well here I was, at my room, sitting on my bed. Flipping through some magazine trying to pick out which D.J. I wanted. I sighed, Hopeless. Jesse was at the window seat as usual.I swear, you could practically that spot his home.This time he was reading the Bible. Why? I have no clue. Boy, he must have been religious.
Guess my sigh must have been loud. Loud enough for him to turn to me, I mean. I kept my head on the magazine. Next thing I knew, he was sitting on my bed all over again.
"Why are you like this?"
"Like what?" My head still in the magazine. I was moody right now --I had a BIG Social Studies test on who-knows-what and I'm not even going to bother and my head still hurts from those Plumeria candles-- and when I was moody, most of my 'emotional feelings' show. And that means both grumpy and lovesick.
"You're always sad now. For a party!I hate when your not happy."
I kept quiet cause, what do you answer to that? I could tell I was blushing. I returned to my meaningless flipping.
Seeing I was not going to respond he changed the subject.
"I hear your mom is done with planning for your party. Are you excited?"
I remained quiet. I didn't really want to talk about that now. Besides, why would he want to bother? So he tried to change the subject again.
"So, how was your school?" Then I got suspicious.
"What are you doing?"
He gave me a who-me? look. " What do you mean?"
"You're trying to make a conversation with me. And you never do that. What are you thinking?" I pointed an accusing finger at him.
He shrugged than said," Is it that bad to try and socialize once in a while?"
Now I really blushed. But nobody blushes in front of their one true love and I wasn't going to be the first one. So to hide that...... I took the pillow behind me and hit him.
I know, I know. Bad choice of actions. Especially while your one and only, hot, true love was seemingly hitting on you. But what was I supposed to do?
Jesse was a bit surprised at first, but all that cleared away and was replaced by a smirk. Don't swoon, don't swoon. Out of all his hot expressions, smirking was deffinitely number one on my book.
But out of all of this...ahem.. admiration, I was hit back out of nowhere and knocked out of my trance. I was so surprised that I hit my head in the headboard of my bed. Jesse had reached over and grabbed a pillow behind my back and hit me. All was too quick that I didn't see.
So I hit him back and he hit me. Then all of a sudden, BOOM! PILLOW FIGHT!!!!! I'm serious. And we were laughing and Spike was...well...gone. Apparently he didn't like the noise and all the attention not on him.But who cares about him. Me and Jesse was actually having fun. Usually he just kept on telling me how much I suck at being a mediator. But now, we were just horsing around.
Then we got of the bed and did something like a duel, only we were laughing. Suddenly, he got hold me and I soon found myself back on the bed only with him on top of me and me staring into his eyes. Then we weren't laughing anymore. This time it felt sort of serious.
He leaned closer..then closer.
Then someone knocked on the door. I like California, but they sure have timing that sucks!
I'm very surprised at my mom.The month has finally passed by and it was only about two weeks until my B-Day. And she had to spend the whole time planning for some party I don't deserve. I mean, think about it: sneaking out of school, wrecking a part of school, and falling in love with a ghost. Jeez, what was my mother thinking? But what's even more cooler is, she's done!
Hey, hey, hey, I am not a brat. I tried to help her sometimes but she just disses me and says, and I quote, "Suzie, this is your party, and not yours to give. And you deserve every piece of confetti and laughter in this party. Okay?" Then she squeezes my cheek. Seriously! Love. Ack.
Sometimes I'm a bit disapointed that she didn't let me help out. She got these pink candles from Yankee Candle that smells like Plumerias. And I mean smells.I could smell them all the way from my room! Now I have this extremely bad headache and oh. Ouch.
Also, my mom bought my dress. Picture this:frills and laces. Frills and Laces!! God am I glad CeeCee was with her. What a good friend she is. She and Gina have finally got along. Oh, didn't I mention? Gina's here. And this time, her parents paid for the ticket so my mom got to save some money.
People are no longer scarce for the 12 roses and candles. Like I hated, mom's colleages. Well it beats Paul. You heard right. Mom actually suggested he come. Thank the Lord I stopped her.
Well here I was, at my room, sitting on my bed. Flipping through some magazine trying to pick out which D.J. I wanted. I sighed, Hopeless. Jesse was at the window seat as usual.I swear, you could practically that spot his home.This time he was reading the Bible. Why? I have no clue. Boy, he must have been religious.
Guess my sigh must have been loud. Loud enough for him to turn to me, I mean. I kept my head on the magazine. Next thing I knew, he was sitting on my bed all over again.
"Why are you like this?"
"Like what?" My head still in the magazine. I was moody right now --I had a BIG Social Studies test on who-knows-what and I'm not even going to bother and my head still hurts from those Plumeria candles-- and when I was moody, most of my 'emotional feelings' show. And that means both grumpy and lovesick.
"You're always sad now. For a party!I hate when your not happy."
I kept quiet cause, what do you answer to that? I could tell I was blushing. I returned to my meaningless flipping.
Seeing I was not going to respond he changed the subject.
"I hear your mom is done with planning for your party. Are you excited?"
I remained quiet. I didn't really want to talk about that now. Besides, why would he want to bother? So he tried to change the subject again.
"So, how was your school?" Then I got suspicious.
"What are you doing?"
He gave me a who-me? look. " What do you mean?"
"You're trying to make a conversation with me. And you never do that. What are you thinking?" I pointed an accusing finger at him.
He shrugged than said," Is it that bad to try and socialize once in a while?"
Now I really blushed. But nobody blushes in front of their one true love and I wasn't going to be the first one. So to hide that...... I took the pillow behind me and hit him.
I know, I know. Bad choice of actions. Especially while your one and only, hot, true love was seemingly hitting on you. But what was I supposed to do?
Jesse was a bit surprised at first, but all that cleared away and was replaced by a smirk. Don't swoon, don't swoon. Out of all his hot expressions, smirking was deffinitely number one on my book.
But out of all of this...ahem.. admiration, I was hit back out of nowhere and knocked out of my trance. I was so surprised that I hit my head in the headboard of my bed. Jesse had reached over and grabbed a pillow behind my back and hit me. All was too quick that I didn't see.
So I hit him back and he hit me. Then all of a sudden, BOOM! PILLOW FIGHT!!!!! I'm serious. And we were laughing and Spike was...well...gone. Apparently he didn't like the noise and all the attention not on him.But who cares about him. Me and Jesse was actually having fun. Usually he just kept on telling me how much I suck at being a mediator. But now, we were just horsing around.
Then we got of the bed and did something like a duel, only we were laughing. Suddenly, he got hold me and I soon found myself back on the bed only with him on top of me and me staring into his eyes. Then we weren't laughing anymore. This time it felt sort of serious.
He leaned closer..then closer.
Then someone knocked on the door. I like California, but they sure have timing that sucks!