Ch. 6

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A/N: Erm, hey! Another chapter! Yay!

I woke up in Jesse's arms the next morning. I smiled when I looked at him. He looked so cute when he was asleep, so, Jessieish. And I felt happier than I had in almost two weeks. Because

a.) he was alive

b.) he loved me

c.) he was laying next to me

d.) I loved him

so all in all, I was feeling pretty good. Until I remembered Dan anyway…ergh. That would be fun to explain…not. I mean, getting dumped for someone else was crappy. And I would do it, break up with him, I mean, right now, but I couldn't bring myself to do it over the phone.And another thing...Who was Samantha? And why were they on a date? And who was the person that had broken up with me if it wasn't Jesse? Paul? Probably. But how? We totally hadn't discussed taking over someone elsesbody in our shifter lessons.Which he still made me do. Blackmail. It sucks.

Oh well, I'd worry about that later. For now, I was happy to be in Jesse's arms. Except, I kind of wanted to move, because my arm had fallen asleep. It took a lot of slow wiggling on my part, but I managed to crawl out without waking him up.

I wandered to the kitchen. Not to cook anything, but just to sit. It felt good, because I was so happy (and my arm had de-numbed). But I wanted to know the answer to the questions. They were bugging me. Badly.

The phone rang, I sighed and went to answer it. Jesse hadn't stirred. Dude, he can sleep through anything. Our phone was really loud because unless it really annoys us, we won't answer it. Loud ringing? Yah, that's annoying.

"Hello?"

"Hey Suze, Adam and I are going to the beach, you want to come?" Cee Cee and Adam were now officially together.

"Sure, can Jesse come too?"

"What, you guys aren't broken up anymore?"

"No, long story short, there were some mistakes-on my part- but anyway, all is well," except I still need to break up with Dan…maybe I could hook up Sam with him. That would be good.

"Then sure. We'll pick you up at eleven, okay?"

"Perfect."

"Bye," I heard Adam yell, "bye Suze!" in the background and laughing before Cee Cee saying, "you weirdo."

What love does to people…I looked at the clock, it read eight fifty five.

I walked back into the living room and poked (well, what was I supposed to do?) Jesse until he reached up his hand and made a slapping movement saying, "no no, bad dog." Okay, method two…

"Jesse?" I leaned over him and kissed him lightly.

"Dusty?" he opened his eyes and I busted up laughing.

"Who's Dusty?" I managed to choke out.

He blushed a deep red and said, "he was my dog on the ranch."

"And did he normally wake you up with a kiss?" I was now hunched over laughing. He turned a deep scarlet color.

"No. But he did poke me with his nose…was that you to?"

"Yah…but it didn't work. So I went for option B." I was still having random giggling fits.

He started to return to his normal color and I said, "oh, by the way, we're going to the beach in like…two hours. So you can borrow a pair of Dop-Brad's trunks, but I have a feeling they'll be a little short," I was attempting to call my step brothers by their full names now. Why? I'll never know.

"Trunks?" wait, has Jesse ever been to the beach?

"Jesse…have you ever even been to the beach?"

"No, I've seen it, I used to sit after dark when I was a ghost, but I've never 'been' to the beach. My face lit up.

"We're going shopping!"

Normally, I hate malls. But shopping with Jesse was totally different for some reason. We'd driven here in his truck (a big shiny black one he'd bought with the money he'd earned from the Museum. He planned on working there for a while, through medical school even. The pay was excellent. Mostly because people—girls—had kept signing up for his tours. I wonder why? And they'd given him a raise. Basically, my boyfriend had gotten a raise because he was hot. How cool was that?) and were currently browsing through a store that sold bathing suits and surfboards.

"Here, try these on, I think they're your size," I handed him a pair of dark blue swimming trunks with a black stripe on the side, "they should fit right about here," I touched his waist, "to right about here," I hit just above his kneecap, "then come out if they do."

He looked skeptically at the trunks, but walked into the changing room. About two minutes later, he came out wearing those and his white t-shirt. I nodded. They would do. Now, if I could only get him to take the shirt off…

We returned to my house, and I ran upstairs to change. I told Jesse to put on his trunks and sneakers and then had pushed him into Brad's room. I closed (well, slammed, I was in a hurry, we only had like fifteen minutes to go) my door and changed quickly into my emerald green bikini. I lathered on sun block, then threw on a white tank top and jean shorts. I brushed my hair and was sliding into my white sandals as I heard Jesse come out of Brad's room. I looked at my clock. Seven minutes.

I stepped out of my room and handed Jesse the sun block. He looked at me like I was nuts.

"Put it all over your legs," have I mentioned what nice legs Jesse has? They're all tan and muscled and everything. They have a nice amount of hair on them too, "arms and a little on your face." He did as I instructed and not thirty seconds later I heard Cee and Adam pull into the driveway.

I grabbed Jesse's hand and towed him toward the door, only pausing to grab my purse and two towels.

The sun beat down on us as we laid out our beach towels on the sand. Adam tugged off his shirt. Cee was decked out in the usual sun hat, long pants and long sleeved shirt. She had a bottle of SPF 45 sitting right next to her, and an umbrella was propped up behind her. She stared at Adam's chest. He did (surprisingly) have a nice set of abs. But not, I knew, as nice as Jesse's. If he would ever take his shirt off…

I pulled off my shirt, but left on my shorts. I only left them on because Jesse looked like he was going to have a heart attack. When we'd first pulled up, he'd looked at me all confused and said, "what are these people wearing?" in a bit of a strangled voice. Even then he looked at me like I was a bit insane. I nudged him and gave his a what-are-you-waiting-for look. And he pulled off his shirt, blushing.

Why did he have to be born in 1830 or whatever?

Wow. He was amazing. I had to pry my eyes away from him. I don't know what he did on that ranch, but it was good for him. I wondered if he still worked out. Probably. Although I had a hard time imagining him kickboxing for some reason...

I stood up off the towel and excused myself, going in search of a bathroom. The floors were totally gross when I found one, all covered with sand and water, but it had a working toilet.

The sight I saw when I stepped out of the bathroom was a much worse one however. Paul.

He whistled when I came out.

I must say, his abs were almost as good as Jesse's.

ALMOST.

But not quite.

"Hey Suze, lookin' good."

"Go to hell Paul," he laughed. I glared.

"Been there, done that," I briefly wondered if he was serious. His blue eyes locked on mine.

"I'd watch out for Rico Suze," his gaze turned icy; "you never know when some one might…disappear. The fourth dimension, it's funny, isn't it?"

"You already tried that Paul. It didn't work. Remember?"

He looked amused, "haven't you ever heard the expression Suze? Try try again?"

I glared at him, "no." I stalked back to the three amigos, two of which were having a surfing discussion. And no, it wasn't Cee.

"You mean, you've never gone surfing?" This was Adam.

"No," Jesse looked embarrassed.

Adam looked confused.

"He is from Spain," I said, this was the cover story with Father D. The only person who knew better (other than the obvious) was Cee. I had finally 'spilled'.

"Have you ever even surfed Adam?" Cee looked skeptical.

"Yah," he said, all defensive, "once."

I busted up laughing and laid down on the towel. Then I took off my shorts. No way was I going to get that tanning line.

Jesse carefully averted his gaze from me. I spotted a figure in the distance who looked vaguely familiar.

Sam.

I waved her over, and she came over smiling. Adam left to go get some ice cream, and had dragged Cee with him. Yah, ice cream. Right.

"Hey Suze, hey Jesse," she smiled at him, "back together again?"

I looked at her, stunned. How did-

"How did I know?" I nodded. "You told me."

"Oh, oka—wait a minute, no I didn't."

"So you think." She plopped down next to me, adjusting her black one piece.

"Samantha can read minds Susannah."

"Yah, in a nutshell," she looked board.

I drifted my thoughts out. Okay, I could except this. If I can see ghosts, who says people can't read minds?

"That's what he thought too."

"Yah, this could take some getting used too."

She grinned, "don't worry about it. I don't get your thoughts all the time. Can you imagine how annoying that would be? Although it does come in handy some times…no one has ever been able to lie to me."

"That could be a good thing, and a bad thing." Like ghost busting. Sam snorted and I knew she had caught my thought.

"Can you get out of my head?"

"Fine," she rolled her eyes.

"And don't go into his either." Now she looked annoyed.

"But what ever shall I do for entertainment?" Now I knew she was just being annoying. Okay, I liked her and all, but whatever.

Thank god she didn't catch that.

Adam and Cee walked back. I realized it had been like fifteen minutes.

"What took you guys so long?" Cee Cee started to blush and I said, "never mind, I don't want to know." Which, of course, made her blush more. Adam just looked kind of…Adamish.

"Hey, I'm Sam," she stuck up her right hand and shook Adam and Cee's. Hands, I mean.

"I'm Cee Cee and this is Adam," there was an aquard silence. Sam got up, brushing the non existent sand off of her.

"Well, I'll talk to you all later," she trotted off down the beach without a backward glance.

"So who is she?" Cee Cee looked at me, confused.

"Sam is in Jesse's Spanish class. She's totally nice though," Jesse nodded in agreement.

The sun started to set behind the ocean. How long had we been here anyway? Adam started humming 'There Goes the Sun'. And we all joined in, except for Jesse who probably thought we were nuts.

Adam dropped Jesse and I off at my house, where I noticed his car still was. Jesse's car I mean.

"So, what did you think of the beach?" we were sitting on my front steps, the sky had darkened, and once again, the house was empty.

"It was very…interesting."

I laughed. Really, really hard. It was one of those random moments were everything seems funny. And the tinniest little thing will set you off. So I was sitting there, cracking up, when Jesse goes, "Querida?" which brought me back to my senses…somewhat.

"Sorry, I don't know what," I had another random fit of laughter, which I quickly smothered, "Sorry."

He smiled at me, in a way that said I don't understand, but that's okay. He gave me a soft kiss and got up.

"Goodbye Susannah," I watched him walk away, and no. I was not watching his but…the whole time.

"Later Jesse," he gave me one last smile, got in his car and drove away.

A/N: Excuse me if that chapter sucked. But I have major writers block. So read and review. Please don't be too harsh with your REVIEWS (hint hint). Anyway, I will (hopefully) come out of my writer's block soon, and post another chapter. And yes, there is a plot. The next chapter willbe better. :)