CLAIMER: The fabulous Meg Cabot owns everything

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing sulk

A/N: This is my very first fic (squeals with excitement) so go easy on me!! I know this chapter is really short and kinda sucks, but eventually, there will be a plot! I promise! And also, I am gaurenteeing FLUFFin an upcoming chappie. Okay, then.

SUMMARY: Jesse is alive and he and Suze can finally have the life together they've always wanted. But did you really think Paul Slater would give up that easily?

CHAPTER ONE

"Pass the dip," my stepbrother, Brad burped. Burping words is his hidden talent. We have all encouraged him to go on Star Search. I handed him the fresh salsa Andy prepared specially for tonight's dinner, to go inside of his famous cheese quesidillas.

"Brad, cut it out," I hissed, and rammed my elbow into his ribs.

"So, Jesse," my mother cooed. "Where do you plan on going to college?"

"For the time being," Jesse replied, "I am working at the Carmel Historical Society, until I get into medical school."

"A doctor, eh?" Andy asked.

"Yes, sir." Jesse replied politely. He has been a bit on the shy side all night. I can't blame him, though. It is after all, only his second day alive (!!!) And my parents were already giving him the Spanish Inquisition.

I rubbed my foot against the calf of his leg comfortingly. Jesse looked up at me and smiled. And I melted as quick as...a melting thing.

Yesterday he told me.

FLASHBACK

Jesse's arms encircled my waist as he guided me gently guided me around the dance floor My hand slipped into his hair, getting pleasantly lost in it's thick, silky blackness. Unable to stop myself, I placed my lips on his neck and planted a soft trail of kisses all the way down to his Adam's apple. Jesse pulled away.

What? Had I done it wrong, or something?

"Querida..." he murmered, placing his brown tendony hand against my cheek. I felt his warmth radiate through my face all the way to the small of my back.

"I love you, my angel," he whispered. (A/N: Sorry, I just couldn't resist the angel thing!)

Angel? He thinks I'm his angel?! WAIT! DID HE JUST SAY– Oh, my God! He loves me!!

A giddy explosion of fireworks crackled deep inside my chest, and I pulled his gorgeous face up to mine.

"I love you, Jesse de Silva," I said, and kissed those lips with everything in me.

I knew he loved me before,.but just, to hear him say it....

END OF FLASHBACK

I snapped back to reality as I heard Andy ask Jesse what his INTENTIONS are. Seriously. As if Jesse had not gotten enough of all this "intention" crap from my dad and Father Dominic when I first moved to California!

Jesse swallowed. Hard. "Mr. Ackerman, I can assure you that my intentions toward Susannah are nothing but honorable." Much to my dismay, Jesse spoke the truth. He has made it abundantly clear that we need to "wait until marriage" because he "Can't take my innocence."

But then again, hearing that someday, we can really get married and spend the rest of our lives together causes my heart to jump out of my chest and do the Macarena. Well, it wants to. My heart I mean. But obviously, my heart could not jump out of my chest because it is an inanimate object (well, more or less) and even if it did, I would be dead. And I don't think internal organs know the Macarena. But whatever.

Andy looked reassured. He had no reason not to be. Maybe he forgot what he had walked in on me and Jesse doing in my bedroom before dinner...

The Questioning went on for another few unbearable minutes, until Brad started huffily clearing the table, EVEN THOUGH SOME OF US WERE NOT FINISHED WITH OUR MEALS, giving everyone the idea dinner was over. I don't think I ever appreciated my stepbrother more than I did at that moment.

Everyone followed Andy out to the deck for the grand tour of The Hot Tub. Luckily, I had told Jesse before hand about how The Hot Tub is Andy's pride and joy, so he was way prepared with his expression of being in awe of it's grandeur.

After eating scones and coffee in the living room--and unfortunately, more talking on my mom and Andy's part–it was getting late (they kept him hostage for a looong time) and it was time for Jesse to go.

"It was lovely to see you again, Mrs. Ackerman, Mr. Ackerman," Jesse said, shaking both of their hands.

"You, too, Jesse," my mom said, ecstatic that her little girl found such a charming and gentlemanly boyfriend.

"I'll walk you to your car!" I exclaimed, maybe a little TOO quickly, considering how my mother's eyebrows shot immediately up.

I linked my arm in Jesse's and briskly guided him through the front door. We stepped onto the front porch and Jesse let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Oh, my God, Jesse, I am SO sorry–"

But I didn't get to finish my little apology, because Jesse shushed me by placing a finger on my heavily glossed lips and pulled my into a kiss that I felt all the way to the tip of my toes.

We both pulled apart, breathless.

"Good night, querida."

END OF CHAPTER ONE

A/N: PLEASE R&R!!!!!!!

Love,

Lindsay