A/N: Okay, this isn't that fluffy, but I think it's sweet. Oh, and it takes place after Reunion.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters – Meg Cabot, that wonderful writer we all love owns them. Well, okay, the only character I own is Barbra McEthlin. Why? Because I invented her. So don't STEAL her!!!! Thank you.

Chapter One:

Okay ... you'd think by now I had given up on Jesse, moved on and met some new guys. How long can a girl just sit and wait for a guy to realize, you know, that they're perfect for each other? Apparently it takes a really, really long time.

Any way, in my state of waiting-for-Jesse-to-realize-he-loves-me and everything, CeeCee, my best friend, and I headed to the beach. Well, it's not like I'm going to sit at home, with the weather in California being what it is reputed it be – which is great, I mean. The weather is gorgeous down here, and people want to take advantage of it as much as possible. Coming from New York, you get to appreciate it being so lovely. For instance, today, the blue of the sky was so dazzling, so bright that it hurt to even look at it for a long time. Though the sun was fiery in the sky; it wasn't hot – not even an uncomfortable warm – that's because the sea-breeze kept everything cool. It was heavenly, and I loved it.

All right, I won't lie. There were some pretty "fit" guys at the beach. I mean, it was so obvious they worked out. Still, none, I noticed, as I looked around, could really hold a candle to Jesse. It was so annoying all right, that my mind just kept drifting over to Jesse the entire time. I mean, why can't I get over him?

At the moment, I was wondering, being a mediator, and seeing ghosts and all that sort of thing, where does Jesse go when he isn't, oh, say, saving me from a psychopathic killer who has a schizophrenic brother that thinks he's a vampire? Or helping me kick ghost-butt when the four RLS Angels, who really weren't so angelic, were trying to kill me – of course they couldn't kill Jesse, because he's dead.

Oh, I forgot to mention that minor detail.

So, really, where does he go?

I guess that CeeCee was trying to tell me something, because all of a sudden she waved her hand in front of my face. "Earth to Simon. Suze, were you paying attention?"

"Uh, sure, yeah, CeeCee." I actually wasn't. But she's my beset friend, so you don't admit things like that.

"So you agree bringing a banana snake constrictor to school would be a bad idea?"
"What?! What are you -?"

CeeCee looked solemnly at me. "You weren't listening, were you?"
"Look, CeeCee, I'm sorry. I just had some things I've been thinking about..." I said trailed off, awkwardly. I gave her my apologetic look.

"It's okay," CeeCee nodded good-naturedly. "So Gina arrive safely back?" My friend Gina, from New York, had visited recently, and she had left about a week ago.

"Oh, yeah. She says the plane ride back was okay, but she's still complaining about how gross airline peanuts are."

CeeCee shifted under the umbrella. She was wearing long sleeves, and lots of sunscreen. Being albino, she can't stand being under the sun too much, so while I was tanning, she was just chilling out.

We were staring at the surfers out in the ocean – two of which were my stepbrothers, Dopey and Sleepy, known as Brad and Jake to the rest of the world, who surfing with the rest of their buddies. To almost all females but me, they are considered "hot." Watch them eat at dinner sometime. It's gross. Yeah, then tell me how "hot" they are.

CeeCee, though, likes our friend, Adam, for as long as I've known her. Being new to Carmel, California, and all, it hasn't been very long, but still.

What do you have to do to get a guy to notice you? I mean, it's the question all girls of the world want answered.

Girls like Kelly Prescott, form my school at Junipero Serra Mission Academy, obviously have mastered that art, but people like CeeCee and me? Not as much. Don't get me wrong. We aren't ugly or anything. I've even had a boyfriend or two.

The hard part is when you're trying to get the guy you like, to like you back.

That part isn't so easy. Well, normally it isn't so easy. But it's especially harder to get the guy you want. Unless, of course you're Kelly Prescott.

I brought up the subject of Adam. "So, CeeCee, have you talked to Adam lately?" We're his friends, so it's okay to ask. Only CeeCee likes him.

That got CeeCee all sighing exasperatedly. "Men." I understood what she was saying... and I couldn't agree with her more.

That day, I went home to continue working on my homework.

Jesse popped in. I could tell form that stupid cat's happy purr that Jess was here, petting him.

"Hey Jesse."

"Susannah," he said with a smile.

That killed me.

Okay, it was a smile, but, you know, I'm trying not to like him but nothing helps. I mean, not only does Jesse have a totally sexy smile, but abs to die for (pardon the pun).

I mean, what girl wouldn't want to have a hot, dead cowboy haunting her bedroom? Unless the said hot, dead cowboy doesn't like her back.

All right, Jesse likes me. I know that. He's my friend. But, well, he doesn't like me in that way.

He came to borrow another book.

"Knock yourself out," I said, handing him something I got from the library that he asked for.

Back then, in the 1800s, when Jesse was alive, they didn't have TV, so I guess they read a lot. It must have been really boring. Honest. Who could survive with out watching "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" or "Saved by the Bell" reruns? Not me.

After finished my homework, I went out my window and onto the roof, where I usually sit.

Suddenly I noticed that I wasn't alone. There was an old lady next to me. Now you may think that looking, and seeing an old lady on the roof of a house would be a strange sight. Especially if the old lady was giving off her own celestial light. But see, it wasn't a strange sight, because the lady. She was dead.

A/N: Please R & R (oh! And I have chapter two up)...