Disclaimer: Still not mine. Except Rob and Jesse, they are MINE! I wish.
A/N: Here you go as promised: Chapter five. En français: chapitre cinq. Auf Deutsch: Kapitel fünf. Don't think I can do anymore languages. I will however use altavista and translate into the languages I don't know. Why you ask? I haven't a clue. Dutch: hoofdstuk vijf Italian: capitolo cinque Portuegese: capítulo cinco Ok, I think that's enough. I could go on but I can't be bothered and I'm sure you want to read this chapter. Incase you didn't read the A/N which I have now deleted I got TWO new reviewers! Thanks to UnangelicHalo and akaruiookami! Now I have five reviewers! We will take over the world! Mwuhahahahahahaaaaa...ahem...yeah. Ok, enjoy.
Luv From Lor-lor
Suze's POV
Sarah was acting weird. Well, not weird exactly, just not the way she should have been acting. I mean, apart from being all dramatic when she first popped up she doesn't seem to care about this little kid at all. I told her this and what she told me was kind of strange (A/N: Have you noticed I say kind of and sort of a lot? I'm trying to stop, I really am!).
"Oh, I don't care about him," she replied nonchalantly, "I was just trying to inject a bit of drama into the situation."
"Right...so if you don't care about him, why did you come to me?" This made no sense.
"To stop my brother. If I can't have this boy's powers then neither can he! It's not fair!" She stuck out her bottom lip like a child. Wait a minute. Powers? Huh? So she's looking like a child and I'm looking damn confused.
"Wait, wait, wait. What powers?"
"Oh, he's an angel. So anyway I was gonna-"
"Wait. A what?"
"An ANGEL. So I was-"
"You what?" (A/N: Heehee, I love that. Except you have to say it like "Ya wha'?") I was totally confused now. She gave this exasperated little sigh, like she had already explained it to me thousands of times and I wasn't getting it. Oh wait, this is true.
"He. Is. An. Angel. Got that? A-N-G-E-L." She even spelt it out. Duh, I know how it's spelt! "Yeah, I know how you spell it. What do you mean?"
"Hello? How stupid can you get? An angel. Not as in he lives in heaven and is God's messenger or anything. Well, he used to, it's kind of like he was reincarnated. It's difficult to explain. He doesn't know that he's an angel, he'll find out when he's older, if he actually manages to live that long."
An angel, right. Ok. An angel. "Alrighty then," Hmm, that made me sound not unlike Ace Ventura...
"So can I finish my story now?" I nodded silently. This was a bit weird. "Finally. So I was gonna transfer his powers into me."
"What?"
"Will you quit interrupting me! I am trying to tell a very interesting story and if you keep saying 'what?' I'm not going to get very far. So can I finish?" Whoa, talk about stressy. PMS much? Oh, wait, do ghosts get PMS?
"Ok, ok. But answer my questions afterwards."
"Fine. Ok, so my brother had spent years trying to figure out how to transfer an angel's powers into him. What he didn't know was that I knew what he was doing and I was also looking for the same thing. He searched for like three years and got nothing. I was at it for six months before I found what he'd been looking for for so long. You know, how to get the powers.
Then I just had to find an angel. This wasn't so easy, they're harder to find than you might think. I did it though. I was all ready and everything and then my brother goes and steals all my work and murders me, just because he's jealous and now he gets the powers and I don't!" She stamped her foot, just like a little kid. Now that I think about it she acts like a kid a lot.
"I thought you said that your brother was going to kill this boy?"
"Oh, he is. This whole thing will definitely kill him. And my brother knows that. 'Course I knew that too, obviously. That's why I don't care about the boy. But I do care about my brother stealing all my hard work and getting those powers. That's why I'm doing this."
My mouth was so wide open my chin was practically scraping the floor. I had a million questions to ask but then I looked at the clock and realized that it was 9.30 and I had someone to meet.
I called Jesse in my head, he had gone to find a library, I swear he can't go one day without reading. I figured I might need some proof of this whole mediator thing, it was the perfect excuse to bring Jesse along.
"Is it time to go already, querida?" He's a bit like a little kid too, sometimes. No mummy! I don't want to go yet!
"Yeah, sorry. Did I drag you away from your book?"
"Yes. But I will forgive you, querida, because I love you so much." Yay! He's said it before but I'll never get over it. Every time he says it my heart gives this little flutter. Sigh.
"I love you too. Shall we go?"
Jess's POV
There was a knock on the hotel room door at just past ten. Damn. That must be 'Suze Simon', I was hoping she wouldn't turn up. And then she does. And when I'm right in the middle of a heavy duty make out session with my hot boyfriend. Great timing. I stood up and straightened my shirt, doing up the top two buttons which Rob had undone a second before.
Opening the door I saw a girl who looked about my age only she didn't exactly look like the kind of girl I usually make friends with. She had sleek, perfect hair, really green eyes, she was really pretty but she looked kind of preppy. I half expected her to be a cheerleader. She spoke first.
"Hi, I'm Suze Simon. Are you Jessica Mastriani?" She's off to a bad start already. She called me Jessica, I don't think I'm going to like her.
"It's Jess. Never call me Jessica."
"She means it," Rob's voice came from behind me as he walked up and put his hands on my hips, "Don't ever call her Jessica, you will regret it for the rest of your life."
I turned around to protest, "Hey, I'm not that bad!"
"Yes, you are," He replied and then turned to Suze, "I'm Rob by the way."
We all walked into the room, closing the door behind us. I sat on the bed with Ron next to me and his arm around my waist whilst Suze sat near us in a chair.
"So," I began, "Why exactly are you here? Dr Krantz didn't actually tell me."
"Oh right. Well apparently you're looking for a little kid and I know where he is. Well I know someone who knows where he is. (A/N: Have you seen Starsky and Hutch? "I know someone who knows someone who robbed someone"!) She hasn't exactly told me yet."
"Right. So how does she know where he is? Is she a psychic?"
"No...she's a ghost. You see-"
"A what?"
"A ghost. See I'm a mediator. I can see, hear, touch and speak to the dead. In short 'I see dead people'" She did those little quote marks in the air. That's when I burst out laughing.
(A/N: Before we go on to Suze's POV: Wee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly! Oh-oh and you're Mary Tyler Moore! I'm sorry I'm obsessed with that song right now and the video rocks! Anyway, the show must go on...)
Suze's POV
When I reached the hotel I found room 247 and the door was answered by a girl around my age. Really short hair, dressed in jeans and a blouse type shirt. She looked kind of tough, good. She looked a bit flushed, I wondered why but then I saw a guy behind her, sitting on the bed, pulling his t- shirt on. Oh, right, that explains everything. He was a very hot guy, might I add, I happened to catch a glimpse of his very nice abs. Nowhere near as nice as Jesse's though.
I introduced myself and asked if she was Jessica Mastriani. Big mistake. She seemed mad and warned me never to call her Jessica, always Jess. I can understand, I won't be called anything except Suze, except by Jesse. Her boyfriend also warned me, but in a more jokey way, then introduced himself as Rob.
We all went inside and I told them that I know someone who knows where this kid is. Then I told them about the whole mediator thing. Jess just burst out laughing. Not like I haven't had that before. I got that when I told Cee-Cee and Adam.
"Do you want some proof? I can prove it."
"Right. Go on then," Jess said, trying to keep a straight face and failing miserably, "Prove it." This shouldn't be too hard.
"Jesse. Pick up that pillow." So Jesse, who had been there the whole time, picked up a pillow from off of the bed. "Meet Jesse."
Jess looked kind of freaked out but then she objected, "I don't believe you. You've set this up. I don't believe you." Ugh, why do they do this? They want the truth and then you give it to them and they're all 'I don't believe you!'.
"Ok then. Do you have some paper? And a pen?"
Jess felt around in the pockets of her jeans and pulled out a scrap of paper. A receipt from Victoria's Secrets. She blushed when she saw what it was but handed it to me anyway. There was a biro on the table and I tossed them to Jesse who caught them and leant against the wall to write a short message to prove he was there.
I saw Rob tighten his grip around Jess's waist. Jess herself looked kind of pale, like she was going to throw up or faint.
Jesse finished writing and handed me the piece of paper, not wanting to freak Jess out even more by handing it to her. I read the note before handing it to Jess, it was cute. It said 'Hello. My name is Hector de Silva. You may call me Jesse. Susannah is my querida. I lived in the 19th century on a ranch in Carmel-by-the-Sea but I am originally from Spain. I hope I did not startle you. It's nice to meet you. Jesse de Silva.'
Jess really did look like she was about to be sick now and Rob just went "Whoa." Jess finally said, "Uh, nice to meet you too. Wherever you are. Wait a minute. Querida? That means like, sweetheart, right? Is this guy your boyfriend?"
I blushed,"Yeah."
"But he's dead?"
"Yeah."
"And he's your boyfriend?"
"Yes." Oh my God! What does it take for her to understand?
"He's your dead boyfriend?" Yes, yes and thrice yes!
"Yes, that's right." I glanced at Jesse and he rolled his eyes.
"Um, right. Ok then, fair enough," finally she gets it, "Ok. So now we know that ghosts exist and you have a dead guy as your boyfriend," Jess began, "Can we get to the point? Where is this kid?"
"I told you, I don't know that. This ghost does. She hasn't exactly told me yet. I will ask her, she should tell me, she seems desperate to stop this guy, even if it's for the wrong reasons."
"What do you mean?" Should I tell them? Hmm, maybe later.
"It's not really important," I lied through my teeth(A/N: I never really understood this expression...), "Maybe I'll explain some other time."
"Right so was there anything else?" She seemed desperate to get rid of me, probably wanted to continue whatever she was doing earlier with Rob. No prizes for guessing what that could have been.
"No, not really," I scribbled my cell phone number on the back of the receipt Jesse had written his message on and handed it to Jess, "Call me if you need me."
"Uh, sure. I'll see you."
"I'll call when I find out where the kid is. Come on, Jesse." Then I left to go back to our hotel, to find out where this mad man is hiding this angel.
A/N: Ok, there you go, chapter five. I was gonna do more but I have severe writers block, it took a lot just to finish this chapter. Is this longer than the last one. Dunno. Anyway if you get time listen to Buddy Holly by Weezer because I'm obsessed with that song right now, oh and watch the video, it's cool all like Happy Days! Have fun, hope you liked this. Byeee from Lor-lor
A/N: Here you go as promised: Chapter five. En français: chapitre cinq. Auf Deutsch: Kapitel fünf. Don't think I can do anymore languages. I will however use altavista and translate into the languages I don't know. Why you ask? I haven't a clue. Dutch: hoofdstuk vijf Italian: capitolo cinque Portuegese: capítulo cinco Ok, I think that's enough. I could go on but I can't be bothered and I'm sure you want to read this chapter. Incase you didn't read the A/N which I have now deleted I got TWO new reviewers! Thanks to UnangelicHalo and akaruiookami! Now I have five reviewers! We will take over the world! Mwuhahahahahahaaaaa...ahem...yeah. Ok, enjoy.
Luv From Lor-lor
Suze's POV
Sarah was acting weird. Well, not weird exactly, just not the way she should have been acting. I mean, apart from being all dramatic when she first popped up she doesn't seem to care about this little kid at all. I told her this and what she told me was kind of strange (A/N: Have you noticed I say kind of and sort of a lot? I'm trying to stop, I really am!).
"Oh, I don't care about him," she replied nonchalantly, "I was just trying to inject a bit of drama into the situation."
"Right...so if you don't care about him, why did you come to me?" This made no sense.
"To stop my brother. If I can't have this boy's powers then neither can he! It's not fair!" She stuck out her bottom lip like a child. Wait a minute. Powers? Huh? So she's looking like a child and I'm looking damn confused.
"Wait, wait, wait. What powers?"
"Oh, he's an angel. So anyway I was gonna-"
"Wait. A what?"
"An ANGEL. So I was-"
"You what?" (A/N: Heehee, I love that. Except you have to say it like "Ya wha'?") I was totally confused now. She gave this exasperated little sigh, like she had already explained it to me thousands of times and I wasn't getting it. Oh wait, this is true.
"He. Is. An. Angel. Got that? A-N-G-E-L." She even spelt it out. Duh, I know how it's spelt! "Yeah, I know how you spell it. What do you mean?"
"Hello? How stupid can you get? An angel. Not as in he lives in heaven and is God's messenger or anything. Well, he used to, it's kind of like he was reincarnated. It's difficult to explain. He doesn't know that he's an angel, he'll find out when he's older, if he actually manages to live that long."
An angel, right. Ok. An angel. "Alrighty then," Hmm, that made me sound not unlike Ace Ventura...
"So can I finish my story now?" I nodded silently. This was a bit weird. "Finally. So I was gonna transfer his powers into me."
"What?"
"Will you quit interrupting me! I am trying to tell a very interesting story and if you keep saying 'what?' I'm not going to get very far. So can I finish?" Whoa, talk about stressy. PMS much? Oh, wait, do ghosts get PMS?
"Ok, ok. But answer my questions afterwards."
"Fine. Ok, so my brother had spent years trying to figure out how to transfer an angel's powers into him. What he didn't know was that I knew what he was doing and I was also looking for the same thing. He searched for like three years and got nothing. I was at it for six months before I found what he'd been looking for for so long. You know, how to get the powers.
Then I just had to find an angel. This wasn't so easy, they're harder to find than you might think. I did it though. I was all ready and everything and then my brother goes and steals all my work and murders me, just because he's jealous and now he gets the powers and I don't!" She stamped her foot, just like a little kid. Now that I think about it she acts like a kid a lot.
"I thought you said that your brother was going to kill this boy?"
"Oh, he is. This whole thing will definitely kill him. And my brother knows that. 'Course I knew that too, obviously. That's why I don't care about the boy. But I do care about my brother stealing all my hard work and getting those powers. That's why I'm doing this."
My mouth was so wide open my chin was practically scraping the floor. I had a million questions to ask but then I looked at the clock and realized that it was 9.30 and I had someone to meet.
I called Jesse in my head, he had gone to find a library, I swear he can't go one day without reading. I figured I might need some proof of this whole mediator thing, it was the perfect excuse to bring Jesse along.
"Is it time to go already, querida?" He's a bit like a little kid too, sometimes. No mummy! I don't want to go yet!
"Yeah, sorry. Did I drag you away from your book?"
"Yes. But I will forgive you, querida, because I love you so much." Yay! He's said it before but I'll never get over it. Every time he says it my heart gives this little flutter. Sigh.
"I love you too. Shall we go?"
Jess's POV
There was a knock on the hotel room door at just past ten. Damn. That must be 'Suze Simon', I was hoping she wouldn't turn up. And then she does. And when I'm right in the middle of a heavy duty make out session with my hot boyfriend. Great timing. I stood up and straightened my shirt, doing up the top two buttons which Rob had undone a second before.
Opening the door I saw a girl who looked about my age only she didn't exactly look like the kind of girl I usually make friends with. She had sleek, perfect hair, really green eyes, she was really pretty but she looked kind of preppy. I half expected her to be a cheerleader. She spoke first.
"Hi, I'm Suze Simon. Are you Jessica Mastriani?" She's off to a bad start already. She called me Jessica, I don't think I'm going to like her.
"It's Jess. Never call me Jessica."
"She means it," Rob's voice came from behind me as he walked up and put his hands on my hips, "Don't ever call her Jessica, you will regret it for the rest of your life."
I turned around to protest, "Hey, I'm not that bad!"
"Yes, you are," He replied and then turned to Suze, "I'm Rob by the way."
We all walked into the room, closing the door behind us. I sat on the bed with Ron next to me and his arm around my waist whilst Suze sat near us in a chair.
"So," I began, "Why exactly are you here? Dr Krantz didn't actually tell me."
"Oh right. Well apparently you're looking for a little kid and I know where he is. Well I know someone who knows where he is. (A/N: Have you seen Starsky and Hutch? "I know someone who knows someone who robbed someone"!) She hasn't exactly told me yet."
"Right. So how does she know where he is? Is she a psychic?"
"No...she's a ghost. You see-"
"A what?"
"A ghost. See I'm a mediator. I can see, hear, touch and speak to the dead. In short 'I see dead people'" She did those little quote marks in the air. That's when I burst out laughing.
(A/N: Before we go on to Suze's POV: Wee-oo I look just like Buddy Holly! Oh-oh and you're Mary Tyler Moore! I'm sorry I'm obsessed with that song right now and the video rocks! Anyway, the show must go on...)
Suze's POV
When I reached the hotel I found room 247 and the door was answered by a girl around my age. Really short hair, dressed in jeans and a blouse type shirt. She looked kind of tough, good. She looked a bit flushed, I wondered why but then I saw a guy behind her, sitting on the bed, pulling his t- shirt on. Oh, right, that explains everything. He was a very hot guy, might I add, I happened to catch a glimpse of his very nice abs. Nowhere near as nice as Jesse's though.
I introduced myself and asked if she was Jessica Mastriani. Big mistake. She seemed mad and warned me never to call her Jessica, always Jess. I can understand, I won't be called anything except Suze, except by Jesse. Her boyfriend also warned me, but in a more jokey way, then introduced himself as Rob.
We all went inside and I told them that I know someone who knows where this kid is. Then I told them about the whole mediator thing. Jess just burst out laughing. Not like I haven't had that before. I got that when I told Cee-Cee and Adam.
"Do you want some proof? I can prove it."
"Right. Go on then," Jess said, trying to keep a straight face and failing miserably, "Prove it." This shouldn't be too hard.
"Jesse. Pick up that pillow." So Jesse, who had been there the whole time, picked up a pillow from off of the bed. "Meet Jesse."
Jess looked kind of freaked out but then she objected, "I don't believe you. You've set this up. I don't believe you." Ugh, why do they do this? They want the truth and then you give it to them and they're all 'I don't believe you!'.
"Ok then. Do you have some paper? And a pen?"
Jess felt around in the pockets of her jeans and pulled out a scrap of paper. A receipt from Victoria's Secrets. She blushed when she saw what it was but handed it to me anyway. There was a biro on the table and I tossed them to Jesse who caught them and leant against the wall to write a short message to prove he was there.
I saw Rob tighten his grip around Jess's waist. Jess herself looked kind of pale, like she was going to throw up or faint.
Jesse finished writing and handed me the piece of paper, not wanting to freak Jess out even more by handing it to her. I read the note before handing it to Jess, it was cute. It said 'Hello. My name is Hector de Silva. You may call me Jesse. Susannah is my querida. I lived in the 19th century on a ranch in Carmel-by-the-Sea but I am originally from Spain. I hope I did not startle you. It's nice to meet you. Jesse de Silva.'
Jess really did look like she was about to be sick now and Rob just went "Whoa." Jess finally said, "Uh, nice to meet you too. Wherever you are. Wait a minute. Querida? That means like, sweetheart, right? Is this guy your boyfriend?"
I blushed,"Yeah."
"But he's dead?"
"Yeah."
"And he's your boyfriend?"
"Yes." Oh my God! What does it take for her to understand?
"He's your dead boyfriend?" Yes, yes and thrice yes!
"Yes, that's right." I glanced at Jesse and he rolled his eyes.
"Um, right. Ok then, fair enough," finally she gets it, "Ok. So now we know that ghosts exist and you have a dead guy as your boyfriend," Jess began, "Can we get to the point? Where is this kid?"
"I told you, I don't know that. This ghost does. She hasn't exactly told me yet. I will ask her, she should tell me, she seems desperate to stop this guy, even if it's for the wrong reasons."
"What do you mean?" Should I tell them? Hmm, maybe later.
"It's not really important," I lied through my teeth(A/N: I never really understood this expression...), "Maybe I'll explain some other time."
"Right so was there anything else?" She seemed desperate to get rid of me, probably wanted to continue whatever she was doing earlier with Rob. No prizes for guessing what that could have been.
"No, not really," I scribbled my cell phone number on the back of the receipt Jesse had written his message on and handed it to Jess, "Call me if you need me."
"Uh, sure. I'll see you."
"I'll call when I find out where the kid is. Come on, Jesse." Then I left to go back to our hotel, to find out where this mad man is hiding this angel.
A/N: Ok, there you go, chapter five. I was gonna do more but I have severe writers block, it took a lot just to finish this chapter. Is this longer than the last one. Dunno. Anyway if you get time listen to Buddy Holly by Weezer because I'm obsessed with that song right now, oh and watch the video, it's cool all like Happy Days! Have fun, hope you liked this. Byeee from Lor-lor