A/N Wow. I know I haven't updated in ages. I suck. I know. I also don't have time to reply to all of your really wonderful reviews. I know. I doublely suck. I will write another little chapter later. A oneshot. Though it may not be up for a while. I'll thank all of you accordingly in there. I swear. Enjoy:

"It wasn't an accident," Henri repeated. "It was Joel." He saw all of our blank faces and added," My cousin –he moved he with me."

Jesse looked sceptical, "You think this Joel killed you? Why?"

Henri paused for a second before replying, "He resented the fact that his girlfriend dumped him for me. But pur-lease, like I'd ever go out with a twelve year old." I was about to protest this- if he wouldn't date a girl two years younger than him, would Jesse date one four years- one hundred and fifty four years if you want to get technical- younger?

But Jesse got there first, "What does age have to do with love?" He asked. I'm sure he was looking at me while he said it though. Did that mean what I thought it meant? I could have jumped around screaming, I was so happy, but I contained myself. Just.

"Whatever," Henri just ignored him, "I think he cut my brakes." What? Jesse? He doesn't know how cars work.

Oh right... Joel.

"So what do you want me to do?" I didn't really think his cousin killed him, but if he said so...

"Go after him! Report him to the police!"

"Address?" I asked him boredly. Was this guy for real? He wanted me to go after some kid? His own cousin?

Henri gave me the address, I wrote it down and walked out of the room. He was starting to annoy me, I couldn't take much more of him.

I wandered out and saw that the rain had stopped. I looked around; Jesse hadn't followed me. Damn. I wanted to know what my dad had said to him. What could he have said?

I wasn't concentrating on where I was going, the wet conditions made it slippery and there was an uneven sidewalk. I slipped. I braced myself for the fall. But no impact occurred.

I found myself in someone's arms. My face was buried in their chest. They gave a small cough and let me go so quickly I almost fell again. I looked up and my face went as red as Santa's hat. It was Jesse, giving an amused little smirk. Why was Jesse always there when I made an idiot of myself? Does he enjoy laughing at me?

He kept up with me with ease. We walked in silence for a few minutes until Jesse asked, "Do you really believe his story?"

Not a chance in hell.

"I have to check it out." He didn't look satisfied but gave a small nod and walked on.

We walked past a large Victorian style house, something unusual here in Carmel. Even Jesse stopped to admire it. I looked at the address in my hand. This was Henri's house!

He was rich! He lived alone with his 14 year old cousin in a huge house. He could do anything he wanted. A teenager's dream.

I strolled down the path to his house, taking in the sweet smell of honeysuckle that filled the air. The front lawn was trimmed perfectly and the flowers were blooming beautifully, all which led me to believe he even had staff to clean and garden for him.

I rung the doorbell and waited. After a minute a young kid with thick glasses came to the door. He had thick, dark brown hair, pasty skin and the same hazel eyes as his cousin. The kid would have been hot -for his age- if he got out more and lost the glasses. He reminded me a little of David with the laptop computer case he held in one hand.

"Yes?" He asked politely. He tilted his head to one side so I saw that his clear eyes were red and puffy with tears filled up in them.

This was Henri's cousin? This was who he was blaming for his death? This sweet little boy?

I gave him a small smile, "I'm Suze Simon, I go to the Mission Academy. I just came to tell you how sorry I am for your loss." I explained solemnly.

His dark gaze was filled with genuine appreciation. "Thank you. I-"He was cut off by the ring of a cell phone lying on a side table.

He apologized and answered the call. I heard Joel talk softly and rapidly over the phone. After a few minutes he ended the conversation and muttered his apologies once more. I could see his eyes brimming up with fresh tears with he brushed away quickly.

"That was Henri's girlfriend, Sophia. She wanted to know why he wasn't returning her phone calls."

What!?

"Master Joel, your dinner is served," a straight-faced butler told him emotionlessly.

"Thanks, Gleneth."

He smiled at me warmly. "I'll see you round." I grinned back at him as he shut the door.

"Susannah," a voice said behind me. I whirled around, fists raised.

Jesse put his hands over mine. I blushed, partly due to embarrassment, partly due to his touch.

He smirked at me in a way that made my heart flutter. He dropped one of me hands and brought the other to my side, still clasping it. He turned round and began walking, holding my hand as if it were something precious.

I fell into pace with him as a million fireworks exploded down my arm. He loved me. He had to. He couldn't make me feel so... special, then tell me he didn't love me.

I began to ignore my thoughts and lost myself in bliss. Everything was perfect.

Sure, I had no idea what was happening with Henri- the ghost thing, not the date thing- because Joel definitely didn't do it. But I was with Jesse and he was holding my hand. Every time I stole glances at him, he was watching me. Not in a stalkerish way, but in a loving way. It was then I realised the extent of me love for him. I knew I loved him, but then I figured out I would do almost anything for him. Even follow him into the depths of hell.

And from the way he was looking at me, it seemed he felt the same way.

So excuse me if I wasn't really concentrating on... ghostly matters - unless Jesse counts.

All too soon we were outside my house. I was hesitant to let go of Jesse's hand, but unfortunately I needed my keys to get into my house.

I crept up to my room to avoid the questioning gazes of my family.

As I lay on my bed, Jesse sitting over me playing with my hair, I reflected on the sudden change in him. I just couldn't figure out why he was being so forward. I mean, he almost kissed me- he would have in my dad hadn't popped in- and with hand holding and sweet things he's been doing. He couldn't have decided he was so deeply in love with me that he could bear to hide it anymore and had to show me how he felt. Could he?

Why do I keep thinking?! Here is this guy, who I love with all my heart, he's finally responding to my charm, beauty and quick wit- ha- and all I can do is wonder why.

Stop thinking already!

I glanced up at him and saw that he was watching me again. He murmured something so softly I barely heard it, "You really are beautiful, querida."

I don't think I was supposed to hear it, but all the same, I blushed and a smile crept onto my lips. He whispered something in Spanish to me , kissed my forehead and took me into his arms. He raised my chin up with one hand, pulled me closer to him with the other and kissed my tenderly.

The other arm around my waist held me tight, while he cupped my face with his free hand.

My arms were thrown around his neck and somehow we ended up lying on my bed, him on top of me. I could feel the pent up passion from his kiss.

I was just losing myself in the feeling of his lips on mine when a girlish shriek filled the air.

"Suze! How could you?!"

What?!

Reluctantly, I dragged myself off of Jesse, sighing in frustration. Why couldn't anyone just let us be? Was it because we were some big cosmic no-no? Was that it? Was God punishing me?

Jesse's fingers, which he had intertwined with mine sometime while we were... showing our love for each other, suddenly gripped mine all the more tightly. I looked up to see Henri seething with anger and Jesse not looking all that happy himself.

Silence seemed to fall across my room, a silence that wasn't al all comfortable. I fidgeted while the two guys glared at each other, not wanting to be the first to break eye contact.( A/N: Wow... I just had this weird thought that if Henri was alive and Jesse dead then they wouldn't be able to see each other. Well, Henri wouldn't be able to see Jesse, then I realised that Henri was dead too. I feel so stupid)

I know, I always wanted to have two guys fighting over me, but it wasn't all it was cracked up to be. Especially if one- or both- of the guys were dead. Well, technically if one of the guys was dead then they wouldn't be able to fight because the guy that was alive wouldn't be able to see the dead guy unless he was a mediator- the alive guy, not the dead guy.

Jesse broke the silence first, "What is it that you want?"

To say Henri was surprised to be addressed in this manner would be an understatement.

"Excuse me?" He spluttered in outrage. "What exactly are you doing here?"

I had to cut in before it got messy. "He's here because I want him to be. Can't say the same for you." I told him, spite finding it's way into my voice. I was way angry with him. At that moment, I was damn mad at him for interrupting that spine tingling kiss. But the was he blamed his harmless cousin for his own death? That got me really annoyed.

I stood up quickly, unfortunately surrendering Jesse's hand in the process. Henri was still looking absolutely flabbergasted at my proclamation, his eyes shining with anger. But I didn't think his eyes were beautiful anymore. Not compared to Jesse's. One look at them convinced me. They were dancing with equal parts of annoyance, mirth and love. I was sure it was love now. Completely and utterly positive. He may not have said it verbally, but his eyes told me all I wanted to know.

"I thought you were dating me!" Henri whined. I really don't see why all the girls liked him; he was such a baby. And not even that good-looking. Compared to the guy my heart belonged to.

I raised my eyebrows, "How did you figure that one out?" When he opened his mouth to protest, I cut him off, "Um... is not known as a replacement for yes in the State of California. Or in any state for that matter. And plus, you have a girlfriend back in Italy. Or did anyway." I did in no way think that was rude. He deserved it. "And if you think blaming your death on your sweet little cousin is going to win you points with me, you're sadly mistaken."

(A/N: My hands are killing me. But I will persevere onwards. Just for you.)

At least he had the decency to look guilty.

"Ah... That." He started. I gave him a sharp glare so he continued. "Well... Um... I was out in my car," I motioned for him to go on. So he did, in a small voice, "with Kelly Prescott."

I couldn't say I was surprised, though I was still freaking angry. He had to nerve to shout at me?

As if he hadn't dug himself a deep enough hole, he went on further, "I sort of crashed my car into a tree (A/N In my notebook I wrote crashed my tree into a car. Isn't that hilarious? No? Ok.) because I was...err drunk."

I must have been staring at him pretty hard because he suddenly went, "Aw damn, I'd rather go to hell than deal with this," and in a sparkle of blue he was gone.

Jesse turned to me and looked impressed, "I guess hell really does have no fury like a woman scorned." He smiled a little smile that made my heart flip. Now where were we?" He whispered before resuming that ever so passionate kiss.

A/N: Review? Long reviews?? You guys rock!!!! My hands are killing me... Also, in my eagerness to get this out, I haven't showed it to my beta(I.E Anyone who is online at MSN at the time.)