A/N : I'm TRYING to make Suze cool n stuff, but if that doesn't work, go
easy – I'm kinda suffering from writers block shudders but above all
else: REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!! pleeeeeeease?? Give me feedback, ppl- I need it
– desperately – oooh. Don't forget: REVIEW!!!!
The first thought I had as I stepped off the bus was 'wow. It hasn't changed at all' but then I guess it wouldn't be all broken and empty just because I was not there to lend some spirit to sunny Carmel, CA.
Hah. As if.
My leaving was the reason that the town could be sunny- in any sort of way. I mean when people start to learn that the girl next door sees and talks to – and occasionally kicks some bad ghost butt- which occasionally leads to schools being set on fire-they tend to be less than understanding. Try more like barely restrained hate. Hence the reason I said adios to Carmel almost two years ago.
Coming back here may be a mistake, but it's too late to turn around now, and plus I'm experiencing the little issue of being almost flat broke- how that I happened I don't know. I mean the bus ticket, a cute pair of sandals, an equally cute purse to match... I don't know where my money goes.
So there I was, at the Carmel bus station, choking on the nauseating smell of Greyhound Bus gas when I heard it. The sound of Cee Cee yelling my name REALLY loudly and rushing to get to me. I should have been embarrassed, watching Cee Cee shove people- including an old lady- out of the way to get to me, but in that moment, I felt that everything, the bus ride, my annoying leering bus "buddy", the never ending chatter, it was all worth it.
Two hours later, I sunk into a sweet oblivion- well, not really –but almost. The sofa in the living room of the cottage by the beach had to be one of the softest most comfiest ones ever made- ever. I guess all the traveling and anxiety of being met by a mob with torches in their hands got to me, cuz all of a sudden I was so tired and I felt myself slipping into a peaceful sleep on the softest sofa in the world with a smile on my face. Me. Susannah Simon with a smile on my face. Whoa.
Which is how he found me, a few minutes later.
"Who the hell are you?"
The shock of hearing those words, spoken in the cottage, which to my knowledge was supposed to be EMPTY, combined with the fact that I had very nearly fallen into a nearly comatose state of sleep, caused me to jump from the sofa, and gracefullyyeah right fall to my knees right in front of a pair of scuffed shoes. Big shoes. Shoes that were not there when I had closed my eyes 10 minutes ago. My foggy brain registered this all as my eyes slowly traveled up a pair of legs wrapped in a faded-to-perfection pair of jeans, a perfect fitting black t shirt with a gorgeous leather jacket. As I met the dark chocolate eyes, my world seemed to stop. It was him.
Coming to Carmel after so many years felt almost like a betrayal to the bustling and never-asleep city of New York. When Cee Cee had called to invite me to use her cottage, I was suspicious, she always had an ulterior motive where I was concerned- whether it was to set me up with someone or steal my favourite G.I. Joe action figure- but I've known her since we were little and the need to get out of the city was clawing at me, filling me with a need I didn't know how to take care of. Not that I would admit that, or anything. Please. I had a reputation to uphold.
When I walked in the door, I fully intended to just dump all my stuff in the middle of the floor and crash for about a week. I made it as far as dumping my stuff in the middle of the floor, but when I turned to go into the bedroom, I heard a noise- a snore?- come from what must be the living room. Being the ever-cautious guy that I am, I went to investigate. What I saw there stopped my heart for about a millisecond- a beautiful girl, asleep on my sofa; snoring slightly with a tiny bit of drool in the corner of her mouth. I almost smiled. Almost. Until I recognized her.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I didn't mean to sound so harsh, but all of a sudden I was pissed. I come here for a vacation, to get AWAY from the craziness that is my life, and what do I get? A girl –beautiful or not- drooling and snoring on MY couch in MY cottage. I got the slightest bit of satisfaction from seeing her fall off the couch. Then I saw that her shirt was scrunched around her waist, leaving a peek of skin. Damn it. She had nice skin. Smooth and creamy. I wonder if it felt as good as it looked.... WHOA. Where did that come from? Better watch out, De Silva.
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A/N: Okie. I hope you guys are enjoying it so far-I know where I'm going with this one, so don't worry- but depending on the reviews, I'll keep going or stop. So REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW. That's how this vicious circle works, so plz. RnR!!!!- is this chapter too long??- this is all new for me, so...you ppl have to tell me these things
.
The first thought I had as I stepped off the bus was 'wow. It hasn't changed at all' but then I guess it wouldn't be all broken and empty just because I was not there to lend some spirit to sunny Carmel, CA.
Hah. As if.
My leaving was the reason that the town could be sunny- in any sort of way. I mean when people start to learn that the girl next door sees and talks to – and occasionally kicks some bad ghost butt- which occasionally leads to schools being set on fire-they tend to be less than understanding. Try more like barely restrained hate. Hence the reason I said adios to Carmel almost two years ago.
Coming back here may be a mistake, but it's too late to turn around now, and plus I'm experiencing the little issue of being almost flat broke- how that I happened I don't know. I mean the bus ticket, a cute pair of sandals, an equally cute purse to match... I don't know where my money goes.
So there I was, at the Carmel bus station, choking on the nauseating smell of Greyhound Bus gas when I heard it. The sound of Cee Cee yelling my name REALLY loudly and rushing to get to me. I should have been embarrassed, watching Cee Cee shove people- including an old lady- out of the way to get to me, but in that moment, I felt that everything, the bus ride, my annoying leering bus "buddy", the never ending chatter, it was all worth it.
Two hours later, I sunk into a sweet oblivion- well, not really –but almost. The sofa in the living room of the cottage by the beach had to be one of the softest most comfiest ones ever made- ever. I guess all the traveling and anxiety of being met by a mob with torches in their hands got to me, cuz all of a sudden I was so tired and I felt myself slipping into a peaceful sleep on the softest sofa in the world with a smile on my face. Me. Susannah Simon with a smile on my face. Whoa.
Which is how he found me, a few minutes later.
"Who the hell are you?"
The shock of hearing those words, spoken in the cottage, which to my knowledge was supposed to be EMPTY, combined with the fact that I had very nearly fallen into a nearly comatose state of sleep, caused me to jump from the sofa, and gracefullyyeah right fall to my knees right in front of a pair of scuffed shoes. Big shoes. Shoes that were not there when I had closed my eyes 10 minutes ago. My foggy brain registered this all as my eyes slowly traveled up a pair of legs wrapped in a faded-to-perfection pair of jeans, a perfect fitting black t shirt with a gorgeous leather jacket. As I met the dark chocolate eyes, my world seemed to stop. It was him.
Coming to Carmel after so many years felt almost like a betrayal to the bustling and never-asleep city of New York. When Cee Cee had called to invite me to use her cottage, I was suspicious, she always had an ulterior motive where I was concerned- whether it was to set me up with someone or steal my favourite G.I. Joe action figure- but I've known her since we were little and the need to get out of the city was clawing at me, filling me with a need I didn't know how to take care of. Not that I would admit that, or anything. Please. I had a reputation to uphold.
When I walked in the door, I fully intended to just dump all my stuff in the middle of the floor and crash for about a week. I made it as far as dumping my stuff in the middle of the floor, but when I turned to go into the bedroom, I heard a noise- a snore?- come from what must be the living room. Being the ever-cautious guy that I am, I went to investigate. What I saw there stopped my heart for about a millisecond- a beautiful girl, asleep on my sofa; snoring slightly with a tiny bit of drool in the corner of her mouth. I almost smiled. Almost. Until I recognized her.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I didn't mean to sound so harsh, but all of a sudden I was pissed. I come here for a vacation, to get AWAY from the craziness that is my life, and what do I get? A girl –beautiful or not- drooling and snoring on MY couch in MY cottage. I got the slightest bit of satisfaction from seeing her fall off the couch. Then I saw that her shirt was scrunched around her waist, leaving a peek of skin. Damn it. She had nice skin. Smooth and creamy. I wonder if it felt as good as it looked.... WHOA. Where did that come from? Better watch out, De Silva.
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A/N: Okie. I hope you guys are enjoying it so far-I know where I'm going with this one, so don't worry- but depending on the reviews, I'll keep going or stop. So REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW. That's how this vicious circle works, so plz. RnR!!!!- is this chapter too long??- this is all new for me, so...you ppl have to tell me these things
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