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Author: Sara and Lizzie
Disclaimer: Meg is God. We borrowed it, don't sue.
Rating: Pg-13, with a possible change.
Summary: Several years after Jesse disappeared, Suze is living in San Francisco, finally leading the normal life she dreamed of when she was a teenager. Until she returns to Carmel for a Fourth of July weekend that changes her life again.
"I am tempted to keep the car in drive, and leave it all behind." -John Mayer
"Call the florist for me, will you Stacey?" I asked my secretary as I headed out the door of my office. Yes, office. I was, at 25 the youngest interior designer in the biggest firm in San Francisco. I loved the city. I loved my apartment that I shared with Cee Cee there.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. I left Carmel after I graduated. I had originally planned to take off a year before going to college. But then Jesse disappeared. Moved on. I'm not sure why, but he did. After that, I had to get out of Carmel Hills, so I went to UCLA and fell into interior design. I also met Alex there.
Now, I'm 25, with a successful career and amazing fiancée. But I'm sacred to go home for the fourth of July. Yes, scared. Because I can't even drive into Carmel without being flooded with old memories and I really don't need that two weeks before my wedding. But still, I had to do it.
I was running over a mental check list of things to do before I met Alex and left, enjoying the rhythmic clicking of my Jimmy Choo heels as I strode through San Francisco. MY cell phone rang interrupting my thoughts.
"Hello?" It was Alex.
"Hey Suze. I'm so sorry, but some one of our biggest clients son's just shot a guy at the wharf last night."
"Oh my God. That's not good."
"It means I can't go to Carmel. We need to prepare a defense. And Fast."
I smiled. The downside to being engaged to a lawyer. "It's ok. Mom and Andy will be disappointed, but I can handle it. Love you baby."
I clicked off my phone and started up the steps to my apartment, my shoes, cutting into my feet. Funny isn't it? I'm going back to Carmel, and my Jimmy Choo sandals are hurting my feet.
I briefly considered that it could be some sort of sign. Then dismissed it as ridiculous. But if I had only known how it wasn't ridiculous at all, I wouldn't have been so shocked when everything unfolded.
Cee-Cee wasn't home when I entered the apartment, but there was a note scrawled on notebook paper on the fridge.
Suze- Try to have a nice time. I know it's hard to be back there, but life's funny sometimes. Good luck. Cee-Cee.
Hmm. Life's funny sometimes? Such a non Cee-Cee thing to say. I brushed off her cryptic message as yet another random element of my day, threw my suitcase into my car, ok, I must add my BMW convertible, and headed out of the city.
I drove toward Carmel with the top down, blaming the tears forming in my eyes on the wind. I hated going home. It was nice to see Mom, and Andy sure. But I hated seeing the mission. I hated going into my old room.
Because deep down I knew, I would never truly be over Jesse. Are you ever really over your first love? Was I even in love with Alex? Yes, of course I was. I was marrying him wasn't I? But it was so hard. Considering I thought about Jesse at least five times a day.
Was that a way to live life? But I was happy, wasn't I? I thought I was. I glanced over at the seat next to me where my cell phone was sitting. A voice message. Most likely my mom, or Alex.
I picked up the phone and dialed my voice mail.
"Susannah, this is Father Dominic. David has informed me that you are visiting Carmel Hills for the holiday. I have something here that I think you'll be most interested in seeing. Please call when you get home."
Good old Father D. Probably found a transfer student whose also a Mediator. That's exactly the kind of thing he'd feel the need to leave me a message about. I pushed Jesse out of my head.
I even thought that maybe it would be good to get home. A nice relaxing time before my wedding.
Relaxing? Boy was I ever wrong.
Author: Sara and Lizzie
Disclaimer: Meg is God. We borrowed it, don't sue.
Rating: Pg-13, with a possible change.
Summary: Several years after Jesse disappeared, Suze is living in San Francisco, finally leading the normal life she dreamed of when she was a teenager. Until she returns to Carmel for a Fourth of July weekend that changes her life again.
"I am tempted to keep the car in drive, and leave it all behind." -John Mayer
"Call the florist for me, will you Stacey?" I asked my secretary as I headed out the door of my office. Yes, office. I was, at 25 the youngest interior designer in the biggest firm in San Francisco. I loved the city. I loved my apartment that I shared with Cee Cee there.
But I'm getting ahead of myself. I left Carmel after I graduated. I had originally planned to take off a year before going to college. But then Jesse disappeared. Moved on. I'm not sure why, but he did. After that, I had to get out of Carmel Hills, so I went to UCLA and fell into interior design. I also met Alex there.
Now, I'm 25, with a successful career and amazing fiancée. But I'm sacred to go home for the fourth of July. Yes, scared. Because I can't even drive into Carmel without being flooded with old memories and I really don't need that two weeks before my wedding. But still, I had to do it.
I was running over a mental check list of things to do before I met Alex and left, enjoying the rhythmic clicking of my Jimmy Choo heels as I strode through San Francisco. MY cell phone rang interrupting my thoughts.
"Hello?" It was Alex.
"Hey Suze. I'm so sorry, but some one of our biggest clients son's just shot a guy at the wharf last night."
"Oh my God. That's not good."
"It means I can't go to Carmel. We need to prepare a defense. And Fast."
I smiled. The downside to being engaged to a lawyer. "It's ok. Mom and Andy will be disappointed, but I can handle it. Love you baby."
I clicked off my phone and started up the steps to my apartment, my shoes, cutting into my feet. Funny isn't it? I'm going back to Carmel, and my Jimmy Choo sandals are hurting my feet.
I briefly considered that it could be some sort of sign. Then dismissed it as ridiculous. But if I had only known how it wasn't ridiculous at all, I wouldn't have been so shocked when everything unfolded.
Cee-Cee wasn't home when I entered the apartment, but there was a note scrawled on notebook paper on the fridge.
Suze- Try to have a nice time. I know it's hard to be back there, but life's funny sometimes. Good luck. Cee-Cee.
Hmm. Life's funny sometimes? Such a non Cee-Cee thing to say. I brushed off her cryptic message as yet another random element of my day, threw my suitcase into my car, ok, I must add my BMW convertible, and headed out of the city.
I drove toward Carmel with the top down, blaming the tears forming in my eyes on the wind. I hated going home. It was nice to see Mom, and Andy sure. But I hated seeing the mission. I hated going into my old room.
Because deep down I knew, I would never truly be over Jesse. Are you ever really over your first love? Was I even in love with Alex? Yes, of course I was. I was marrying him wasn't I? But it was so hard. Considering I thought about Jesse at least five times a day.
Was that a way to live life? But I was happy, wasn't I? I thought I was. I glanced over at the seat next to me where my cell phone was sitting. A voice message. Most likely my mom, or Alex.
I picked up the phone and dialed my voice mail.
"Susannah, this is Father Dominic. David has informed me that you are visiting Carmel Hills for the holiday. I have something here that I think you'll be most interested in seeing. Please call when you get home."
Good old Father D. Probably found a transfer student whose also a Mediator. That's exactly the kind of thing he'd feel the need to leave me a message about. I pushed Jesse out of my head.
I even thought that maybe it would be good to get home. A nice relaxing time before my wedding.
Relaxing? Boy was I ever wrong.