(P&P: Alright alright. You guys talked me out of the whole one shot thingie. Now Its going to be a full fan-fic. I haven't titled the chapters yet, so if you think of any good names for them, please email them to me and I will change them. I'm glad you like it so far. I feel so inspired right now. I have an idea for what is going to happen. Not only is Suze going to get a ghostly visitor who needs Andy to understand (which forces Suze to expose her gift to her family), but there is also going to be a conflict between her and someone else. Well, more than ONE someone else. Oh, well. I THINK I HAVE SAID TOO MUCH ALREADY!!! JUST READ DAMN YOU!!! (sits back and laughs a little.))

Chapter two

Oh, boy did I have a headache.

Massive.

Size of the grand canyon maybe.

My head felt like it was going to BURST!

Wait….

Did I even HAVE a headache?

Was I just imagining up one so I could complain and subconsciously feel the pain?

GOD.

Had I gotten THAT low?

Ok, enough one liners. They are making me made up headache ache worse!

After the two mile walk home, I trudged up the steps to my bedroom. I opened the door to find the room empty. THANK GOD. I don't think I could have faced Jesse right now. I mean, after what happened with Father Dom? No way! Jesse was the LAST person I wanted to see.

So, I threw myself down on my bed and buried my face into one of the frilly pink pillows, only to get up a second later, deciding that I needed to take a shower to clear my head.

Of, COURSE, I had to clear my head! I was imagining that I was having a massive headache. I had to clear my head.

I WAS IMAGINING THINGS PEOPLE!!!!

Not something that looks good for your image. Well, not that I had much of one, but I wanted to keep whatever I had left of the rotten one I had now.

The shower was nice. Not as relaxing and mind clearing as I had hoped it to be. But, it was nice. Yup. Nice. Well, until I came out of my bathroom that is, and saw Jesse sitting on the window seat staring out the window. When he heard the door open, his gaze floated over to the noise maker: Me.

ME, who was only wearing a TOWEL.

I didn't take any clothes into the bathroom with me. That's how out of it I am.

I know, I know. I shouldn't have done that. Well, actually, to tell you the honest complete truth: I didn't think Jesse would be in my room at all. Anymore. So, I just figured I could go on with a normal dressing routine. Like, before I had a Latino male hottie for a roommate who could see me naked as a jay bird.

And, what was the worst about this whole thing was: I didn't move. And Jesse sat there. Staring at me.

I STOOD THERE! Not moving an inch. Standing with my mouth hanging wide open, like I had lock jaw or something. And I'm pretty sure that's how it must have looked. And He just SAT THERE! STARING AT ME!! Not, that I mind, I mean, come on. I do have this secret love for Jesse. Well, it's not that secret anymore. But I haven't exactly told him those three delicate words just yet. And neither has he to me. But still. I didn't want him to see me standing practically naked, dripping wet.

(P&P: For you sex writers, I mean dripping wet from the shower!)

"Uh…." I found myself saying. Well, it wasn't really a word I was saying. It was more like a noise. But, most people consider it a word, since they use it so much.

His eyes didn't move from the sound. He didn't flinch. He looked almost frozen in time. This worried me a little. But I also thought that it could be the shock of seeing me half naked in front of him without bolting for the door. But, in reality, it could be anything.

So, against my better judgment, I slowly walked over to Jesse. He didn't flinch. His eyes didn't move from where he was staring either. It's like they were held in a field so that he had to stare straight ahead.

To test his frozenness out, I waved my hand in front of his face. Not a muscle moved. Nothing. No reaction or anything.

Hmmmm……

Was he frozen?

Was he playing a stupid joke on me?

Did Paul do something?

Oh, god, if Paul did something to freeze Jesse to make me come to him for help, I swear to the holy God that I will kill him. I mean it too.

I walked over to kneel in front of him. His back was hunched a bit, so when I stood up on my knees, I was nose to nose with him. No, I was not that close so that we were touching noses, I was just giving you a visual of our height.

"Jesse?" I asked, feeling kind of stupid. I mean, if he was frozen, he couldn't hear me. Could he?

Probably not.

Just my luck. Never fails. I always have something wrong happen to me almost every day. Not so fun, if you think about. I mean, really think about it.

"Jesse?" I asked a bit louder. Still, no response. Ok, now I was a little freaked out.

What the hell was going on? He wasn't responding to me calling him. I mean, he was here. So, he didn't have to materialize here or anything. But, he wasn't saying anything.

"Alright then," I breathed. I was still out of it. Remember that. So, what I said next, I had no control over. Believe me. If I did, I would not have said it. "Jesse…I've been meaning to tell you this (Yeah right) but I'm taking advantage of your stiffness and am saying it right now. I love you. I always have. And I know that I always will. No changing in that.

"I mean, there is the fact that your beautifully packed abs turn me on, but I love other things about you. Like, you hair. Your eyes. How, you always worry about me. That you have saved my life, more times than I can count. That you have taken care of my cuts and pussed up feet. I will always remember that. I will never forget. And I know I will never forget you. I would be lost without the memories of the past with you. And I would be lost without the knowledge of the future with you.

"So…" But I never got to finish. Whatever it was that I was going to finish. My little monologue there.

At that moment, a bright light appeared, blinding me temporarily. I threw up my arms in front of my face to shield my eyes. Then I heard a noise. It sounded like whispering. Only, faster than any human could ever mutter.

Than, the light contracted. Of course, I didn't notice until I wanted to try a peek around me. And when I did, I got the shock of my life.

Jesse, was sitting on the window seat. His head lobbing to each side as if he was drunk. His chest was rising and falling rapidly as if he couldn't breathe.

Wait a minute…

Breathe?

Jesse could breathe?

Hold on….

Jesse…was…alive…?

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