Title: Everything You Thought You Knew
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.
Author's Note: This is a very short chapter, but the next one will be coming soon. Promise!
"Cause by now, I know you better than you know yourself, and I know what you really need." –Something Corporate
Five days passed, and I refused to go see Jesse. I wasted time, shopping, and spending long hours talking with Gina. We drove to San Francisco to get me more clothes. I decided to hang out in Carmel just a little bit longer.
I walked right past Alex's apartment and didn't even go in. I didn't even tell him I was coming back for more stuff.
Today was a normal day. Gina and I lay on the beach until 6:00, when we came home to find Brad and David out. Mom and Andy on their way to meet friends in San Francisco.
Now, Gina had gone somewhere with Jake, creepy, I know, and I was lying on my bed, still in my bikini, watching the sun sink down below the horizon.
I had Fleetwood Mac's ancient album Rumors blaring, attempting to drown out my thoughts, but only drowning out the sound around me.
I was staring out the window, when I heard a cough. A masculine cough. I practically bolted off the bed. There was Jesse.
"Hi." I said.
"Susannah. I heard your music, and I rang the doorbell, and called your name, but...." He trailed off. I turned the music down.
"It's fine. I'm glad you're here, Jesse. We should talk."
"Yes. We need to talk. Without arguing."
"Or kissing." I added softly.
I smiled awkwardly. "I'm gonna go all the way over here." I said, retreating to the far corner of my room, leaving the window seat for him. He sat down and suddenly seemed very aware of my dress, or lack there of.
White bikinis may look great with a tan, but they sure don't give you much coverage.
"I'm leaving Susannah." He said, before I had a chance to even look at him.
"What?"
"I can't do this anymore, querida. You've made it quite clear that you're going to marry this Alex. So I'll go."
This wasn't happening. Not again. My vision blurred and the room started to spin. "Where are you gonna go?" I whispered. He stood up and started pacing.
"I don't know. But away from here. From you. You were right. Things were fine for you. I have no right to disturb them."
And now I was angry again. "Jesse, if that's what you came here to say, I don't want to talk." I said quietly. Jesse looked at me for a long time.
It was almost dark outside now. I met his eyes. This time, it was me who went in for the kiss. He seemed a little shocked, but we kept kissing.
We kept kissing until he laid me down on my bed.
Even if they don't give you any coverage, a huge advantage to bikinis is that they come off before you have to time to think about what your doing.
And not thinking was the best thing I had done in seven years.
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.
Author's Note: This is a very short chapter, but the next one will be coming soon. Promise!
"Cause by now, I know you better than you know yourself, and I know what you really need." –Something Corporate
Five days passed, and I refused to go see Jesse. I wasted time, shopping, and spending long hours talking with Gina. We drove to San Francisco to get me more clothes. I decided to hang out in Carmel just a little bit longer.
I walked right past Alex's apartment and didn't even go in. I didn't even tell him I was coming back for more stuff.
Today was a normal day. Gina and I lay on the beach until 6:00, when we came home to find Brad and David out. Mom and Andy on their way to meet friends in San Francisco.
Now, Gina had gone somewhere with Jake, creepy, I know, and I was lying on my bed, still in my bikini, watching the sun sink down below the horizon.
I had Fleetwood Mac's ancient album Rumors blaring, attempting to drown out my thoughts, but only drowning out the sound around me.
I was staring out the window, when I heard a cough. A masculine cough. I practically bolted off the bed. There was Jesse.
"Hi." I said.
"Susannah. I heard your music, and I rang the doorbell, and called your name, but...." He trailed off. I turned the music down.
"It's fine. I'm glad you're here, Jesse. We should talk."
"Yes. We need to talk. Without arguing."
"Or kissing." I added softly.
I smiled awkwardly. "I'm gonna go all the way over here." I said, retreating to the far corner of my room, leaving the window seat for him. He sat down and suddenly seemed very aware of my dress, or lack there of.
White bikinis may look great with a tan, but they sure don't give you much coverage.
"I'm leaving Susannah." He said, before I had a chance to even look at him.
"What?"
"I can't do this anymore, querida. You've made it quite clear that you're going to marry this Alex. So I'll go."
This wasn't happening. Not again. My vision blurred and the room started to spin. "Where are you gonna go?" I whispered. He stood up and started pacing.
"I don't know. But away from here. From you. You were right. Things were fine for you. I have no right to disturb them."
And now I was angry again. "Jesse, if that's what you came here to say, I don't want to talk." I said quietly. Jesse looked at me for a long time.
It was almost dark outside now. I met his eyes. This time, it was me who went in for the kiss. He seemed a little shocked, but we kept kissing.
We kept kissing until he laid me down on my bed.
Even if they don't give you any coverage, a huge advantage to bikinis is that they come off before you have to time to think about what your doing.
And not thinking was the best thing I had done in seven years.