Disclaimer: Surprisingly enough, nothing's changed since last chapter so apparently the characters still aren't mine.
A/N: I just had to edit chapter seven because my sister read it and pointed out a load of mistakes I'm pretty sure you noticed. For example apparently Rob drank three bears, as in 'once upon a time there were three bears'. This has been changed; Rob was drunk on beer not bears. Also, Paul has the intentions of Satan, not Satin. There's a lot of difference between the Devil and a type of fabric. There were a couple of other things too but they have been corrected. I also would like to say that I have a feeling Rob was drinking under age, but I don't know the legal drinking age in New York. Is it 21? See in England it's only 18 and here in Switzerland it's 16 so I have no clue. I was cryin' when I met you! Now I've tryin' to forget you! I'm sorry, I'm very obsessed with Aerosmith right now. Forgive me? Please? Fine. Be that way. Right chapter eight. Wow, eight chapters. Don't think there will be much action in this one. Here you go then, enjoy! Oh and thanks to Rachel for reviewing and anyone else who re-reviewed!
Luv from Lor-lor
Suze's POV
I was woken up at three by my cell phone ringing. I noticed that Jesse's arms weren't around me any more, looking round the room I couldn't see him. I answered my cell, there was a girl on the other end but I didn't recognise their voice. It turned out to be Jess, the psychic girl, she asked if I'd go to a bar with her, why though I have no idea. She told me it was to 'discuss the case' but I seriously doubted that she was telling the truth.
I couldn't find Jesse anyway in the room and I didn't want to call him. I mean knowing him he won't let me out of the hotel just because Paul is in the same state as me. So I left without telling him, how was I to know how he would react when I got back later?
The bar Jess had picked, the only one both of us actually knew the location of, was a biker bar. It wasn't the best choice, as soon as I walked in I was surrounded by wolf whistles and other equally sexist noises. Jess seemed to like it though and Rob was sitting at the bar whilst we talked.
I was right when I assumed she didn't want to talk about the case. In fact I don't think it was mentioned once. I think maybe Jess was just bored and I was the only person she could call. It's nice to know I'm wanted for me and not because I'm the only person available. Can ya hear the sarcasm?
We talked for ages, five hours in fact, but Jess had to go back to her hotel after Rob got so drunk he fell of his bar stool and got punched in the face by some Hell's Angel. That made me think of the case, the Hell's part totally made me think of Paul and the Angel made me think of that poor kid.
As much as I like to pretend I'm tough Suze, not scared of anything (except maybe Paul) and I can handle myself I felt uneasy walking back to the hotel on my own at nine in the evening. So I did what any other girl in my position would have done and hailed a cab.
At the hotel I walked into our room to be met by a very distressed and pissed off Jesse. Yeah, as I mentioned before, so not a good idea leaving without telling him. It was one of those times where the person who's been waiting for you is so relieved you're back that they forget they were angry but then they remember and you get the telling off to end all telling offs. When I saw him I tried to go straight into the bathroom. No Suze! He'll think you're hiding something! It didn't work anyway. Obviously, he saw me as soon as I walked into the room.
"Susannah! I was worried, where did you go?"
"Just out to a bar."
"Susannah, you're too young to drink. Where did you really go?"
"I did go to a bar. With Jess, we didn't drink or anything."
Jesse's scar started to glow a little. Uh oh. Not good.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"You weren't around. I didn't want to disturb you." Well done, Suze. See, easy. How can people find lying hard?
"You should have called me. You were gone for more than five hours, Susannah. I didn't know where you were."
"You didn't need to know where I was. I don't have to tell you every time I want to go out with a friend." Or someone I only just met today.
"I was worried, querida. What about Paul?"
"Oh please, Paul probably doesn't even know I'm here."
Jesse suddenly got this really angry look on his face. I thought it was because of me but then I saw he was looking behind me. I turned round to see none other than Paul Slater.
"That's where your wrong, Suze. Of course I new you were in New York, I always know where you are." Duh Suze, of course he would, he's stalker boy.
"Slater get out." Well at least one of us could move 'cause I couldn't, I was literally scared stiff.
"Make me." Uh oh, you shouldn't have said that. I thought he would have learnt that by now because Jesse can certainly make him. Yep. No doubt about it. Lots of making him about to go on here. Yep, he's gonna be made to, made to get out like a thing that's made to get out. Oops, babbling.
And of course that's exactly what Jesse did next. I could have held him back but why do that when I can watch Paul having the crap beat out of him? So instead I let Jesse launch himself at Paul. Let me tell you it was very satisfying seeing Paul get his nose broken again, with a very satisfying crunch. Then I'm pretty sure I heard another one the next time Jesse punched him in the nose, did Jesse in fact break his nose twice in the space of a minute because that would really make my day.
I'm pretty sure Paul broke Jesse's nose too but that fixed itself in a few seconds. Eventually Paul was beaten to a bloody pulp and Jesse grabbed him by the collar and literally threw him out the door where he landed in the hallway in a heap. Ha! Jesse slammed the door, locked it and turned to face me.
"You see, Susannah-" but I cut him off before he could say anything.
"I don't want to talk about it. I'm going to bed."
(A/N: Uh oh, Jesse/Suze tension...)
Jess's POV
As soon as we got back to the hotel Rob fell asleep on the bed. But of course he'd sprawled himself out so there was absolutely no room for me which left me sleeping on the sofa. Oh how comfortable it was, in the most sarcastic way possible.
Rob woke up the next morning, well I say morning but it was already midday, and the first thing his said was "Ow. My head."
Good. He deserves to have a splitting headache.
"There's aspirin on the bedside table." I said simply. I can shout at him later.
"Why does my nose hurt?"
"Some guy punched you."
"Uh, right." He replied, obviously not remembering, "Ugh, what did I drink last night?"
"I don't know. You tell me."
Rob realising I was being kind of cold with him, well I had no choice, he was really stupid, asked "What did I do?"
Stupid question. "You mean apart from making a complete fool of yourself?"
"Oh God, I am so sorry, baby. What happened?"
"Don't 'baby' me. First you got punched in the face by some guy, then you told me twice that I have a nice ass and suggested we come back here to have sex before finally throwing up in the street."
"I'm really sorry Jess, really I am. Speaking of throwing up..." then he leapt out of bed and rushed into the bathroom to vomit into the toilet. When he re-emerged he fell back into bed.
"I feel like shit."
"You look like shit." I replied honestly. He really did.
"Oh thanks." I shot him a look that clearly said 'don't be sarcastic with me, you're nowhere near forgiven', he immediately tried to redeem himself, "I really am sorry Jess. Forgive me?" He gave me a look, one that he clearly thought would make me forget everything and forgive him on the spot. It almost work, but then I realised I was mad at him.
"No. You were really stupid, Rob and you made me look stupid too." I said bitterly.
"I said I was sorry, Jess. What more do you want?"
"I want you to mean it." I did as well. I didn't want him just to say sorry because he didn't want me mad at him; I wanted him to say sorry because he was.
"I am sorry. I mean it. Please forgive me Jess; I can't stand you being mad with me."
I had to think about that for a second. He really did sound sorry.
"Ok. Fine. Don't do it again."
"Kiss and make up?"
"No thanks vomit breath. Go and brush your teeth and maybe then I'll think about it."
"I would but I'm not sure if I can get up again. I nearly fell over last time, I was so dizzy. I'm a poor, sick little boy."
What is it with men when they're ill? They act like babies.
"Tough. No kiss then." Then Rob practically ran into the bathroom obviously scared of going a whole day without making out. He was like a little kid who's been told if he tidies his room he can open his Christmas presents.
A/N: Very short and pointless chapter. I figured I had to post something though. It's not much though because I've been working on a funny thing for so that I can stop interrupting this with A/Ns! It's called Is There A Sexy Way To Take Your Socks Off? Don't ask. Hope you liked this pointless chapter.
Lots of luv from Lor-lor
A/N: I just had to edit chapter seven because my sister read it and pointed out a load of mistakes I'm pretty sure you noticed. For example apparently Rob drank three bears, as in 'once upon a time there were three bears'. This has been changed; Rob was drunk on beer not bears. Also, Paul has the intentions of Satan, not Satin. There's a lot of difference between the Devil and a type of fabric. There were a couple of other things too but they have been corrected. I also would like to say that I have a feeling Rob was drinking under age, but I don't know the legal drinking age in New York. Is it 21? See in England it's only 18 and here in Switzerland it's 16 so I have no clue. I was cryin' when I met you! Now I've tryin' to forget you! I'm sorry, I'm very obsessed with Aerosmith right now. Forgive me? Please? Fine. Be that way. Right chapter eight. Wow, eight chapters. Don't think there will be much action in this one. Here you go then, enjoy! Oh and thanks to Rachel for reviewing and anyone else who re-reviewed!
Luv from Lor-lor
Suze's POV
I was woken up at three by my cell phone ringing. I noticed that Jesse's arms weren't around me any more, looking round the room I couldn't see him. I answered my cell, there was a girl on the other end but I didn't recognise their voice. It turned out to be Jess, the psychic girl, she asked if I'd go to a bar with her, why though I have no idea. She told me it was to 'discuss the case' but I seriously doubted that she was telling the truth.
I couldn't find Jesse anyway in the room and I didn't want to call him. I mean knowing him he won't let me out of the hotel just because Paul is in the same state as me. So I left without telling him, how was I to know how he would react when I got back later?
The bar Jess had picked, the only one both of us actually knew the location of, was a biker bar. It wasn't the best choice, as soon as I walked in I was surrounded by wolf whistles and other equally sexist noises. Jess seemed to like it though and Rob was sitting at the bar whilst we talked.
I was right when I assumed she didn't want to talk about the case. In fact I don't think it was mentioned once. I think maybe Jess was just bored and I was the only person she could call. It's nice to know I'm wanted for me and not because I'm the only person available. Can ya hear the sarcasm?
We talked for ages, five hours in fact, but Jess had to go back to her hotel after Rob got so drunk he fell of his bar stool and got punched in the face by some Hell's Angel. That made me think of the case, the Hell's part totally made me think of Paul and the Angel made me think of that poor kid.
As much as I like to pretend I'm tough Suze, not scared of anything (except maybe Paul) and I can handle myself I felt uneasy walking back to the hotel on my own at nine in the evening. So I did what any other girl in my position would have done and hailed a cab.
At the hotel I walked into our room to be met by a very distressed and pissed off Jesse. Yeah, as I mentioned before, so not a good idea leaving without telling him. It was one of those times where the person who's been waiting for you is so relieved you're back that they forget they were angry but then they remember and you get the telling off to end all telling offs. When I saw him I tried to go straight into the bathroom. No Suze! He'll think you're hiding something! It didn't work anyway. Obviously, he saw me as soon as I walked into the room.
"Susannah! I was worried, where did you go?"
"Just out to a bar."
"Susannah, you're too young to drink. Where did you really go?"
"I did go to a bar. With Jess, we didn't drink or anything."
Jesse's scar started to glow a little. Uh oh. Not good.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"You weren't around. I didn't want to disturb you." Well done, Suze. See, easy. How can people find lying hard?
"You should have called me. You were gone for more than five hours, Susannah. I didn't know where you were."
"You didn't need to know where I was. I don't have to tell you every time I want to go out with a friend." Or someone I only just met today.
"I was worried, querida. What about Paul?"
"Oh please, Paul probably doesn't even know I'm here."
Jesse suddenly got this really angry look on his face. I thought it was because of me but then I saw he was looking behind me. I turned round to see none other than Paul Slater.
"That's where your wrong, Suze. Of course I new you were in New York, I always know where you are." Duh Suze, of course he would, he's stalker boy.
"Slater get out." Well at least one of us could move 'cause I couldn't, I was literally scared stiff.
"Make me." Uh oh, you shouldn't have said that. I thought he would have learnt that by now because Jesse can certainly make him. Yep. No doubt about it. Lots of making him about to go on here. Yep, he's gonna be made to, made to get out like a thing that's made to get out. Oops, babbling.
And of course that's exactly what Jesse did next. I could have held him back but why do that when I can watch Paul having the crap beat out of him? So instead I let Jesse launch himself at Paul. Let me tell you it was very satisfying seeing Paul get his nose broken again, with a very satisfying crunch. Then I'm pretty sure I heard another one the next time Jesse punched him in the nose, did Jesse in fact break his nose twice in the space of a minute because that would really make my day.
I'm pretty sure Paul broke Jesse's nose too but that fixed itself in a few seconds. Eventually Paul was beaten to a bloody pulp and Jesse grabbed him by the collar and literally threw him out the door where he landed in the hallway in a heap. Ha! Jesse slammed the door, locked it and turned to face me.
"You see, Susannah-" but I cut him off before he could say anything.
"I don't want to talk about it. I'm going to bed."
(A/N: Uh oh, Jesse/Suze tension...)
Jess's POV
As soon as we got back to the hotel Rob fell asleep on the bed. But of course he'd sprawled himself out so there was absolutely no room for me which left me sleeping on the sofa. Oh how comfortable it was, in the most sarcastic way possible.
Rob woke up the next morning, well I say morning but it was already midday, and the first thing his said was "Ow. My head."
Good. He deserves to have a splitting headache.
"There's aspirin on the bedside table." I said simply. I can shout at him later.
"Why does my nose hurt?"
"Some guy punched you."
"Uh, right." He replied, obviously not remembering, "Ugh, what did I drink last night?"
"I don't know. You tell me."
Rob realising I was being kind of cold with him, well I had no choice, he was really stupid, asked "What did I do?"
Stupid question. "You mean apart from making a complete fool of yourself?"
"Oh God, I am so sorry, baby. What happened?"
"Don't 'baby' me. First you got punched in the face by some guy, then you told me twice that I have a nice ass and suggested we come back here to have sex before finally throwing up in the street."
"I'm really sorry Jess, really I am. Speaking of throwing up..." then he leapt out of bed and rushed into the bathroom to vomit into the toilet. When he re-emerged he fell back into bed.
"I feel like shit."
"You look like shit." I replied honestly. He really did.
"Oh thanks." I shot him a look that clearly said 'don't be sarcastic with me, you're nowhere near forgiven', he immediately tried to redeem himself, "I really am sorry Jess. Forgive me?" He gave me a look, one that he clearly thought would make me forget everything and forgive him on the spot. It almost work, but then I realised I was mad at him.
"No. You were really stupid, Rob and you made me look stupid too." I said bitterly.
"I said I was sorry, Jess. What more do you want?"
"I want you to mean it." I did as well. I didn't want him just to say sorry because he didn't want me mad at him; I wanted him to say sorry because he was.
"I am sorry. I mean it. Please forgive me Jess; I can't stand you being mad with me."
I had to think about that for a second. He really did sound sorry.
"Ok. Fine. Don't do it again."
"Kiss and make up?"
"No thanks vomit breath. Go and brush your teeth and maybe then I'll think about it."
"I would but I'm not sure if I can get up again. I nearly fell over last time, I was so dizzy. I'm a poor, sick little boy."
What is it with men when they're ill? They act like babies.
"Tough. No kiss then." Then Rob practically ran into the bathroom obviously scared of going a whole day without making out. He was like a little kid who's been told if he tidies his room he can open his Christmas presents.
A/N: Very short and pointless chapter. I figured I had to post something though. It's not much though because I've been working on a funny thing for so that I can stop interrupting this with A/Ns! It's called Is There A Sexy Way To Take Your Socks Off? Don't ask. Hope you liked this pointless chapter.
Lots of luv from Lor-lor