Chapter 3

I hate packing it's a pain in my butt. Theres all these essentials you have to pack. Like you have to pack sweaters for the night when it gets cold. Whats up with that? Then theres the fact that you have to lug it around where ever you decide to go. I end up packing my closet because I'm not sure what I will really need. I try to lift it to go down stairs and I can hardly move it. Ugh, this better not be like this all the time.

"Suzie do you need help," mom asks while coming up the stairs. Obviously she heard me panting for breath trying to pick up the thing.

"Ummm yeah as long it's not that much trouble."

"Oh, I know what your thinking, you think I can't carry it," she said with a smile. She grabbed the handle and was starting to walk towards the door when she stopped suddenly.

"Suzie what do you got in this thing, the kitchen sink?"

"It might as well be, you can't even move it," I said kicking the thing. We both grabbed one side and slowly made our way down the stairs. In a weird way it felt like I was pregnant and I was trying to see where I was going over my big belly. We made it down the stairs and out the door. The hard part was done now all we had to do was put it in the car. We did that effortlessly.

"Okay, do you have your toothbrush?"

"Stop worrying I got all of my stuff I didn't forget a thing."

"Okay," she said with a smile and handed me my plane ticket.

"I'll see you August 20th and remember to send postcards!"

"I promise," I said and gave her a hug good bye. With that I got in my car and headed of for the airport. Jesse was going to meet me their. As I went past his apartment to get to the airport thoughts of that night came flooding back making me smile. Then I remembered this small detail that if you blinked you might of forgotten. I remember seeing a rose and a small box. This made me curious. Was Jesse going to purpose that night? Nah, it's just my imagination. The detail still planted in my head I parked the car in the airport parking lot.

I waited in the baggage check part hoping that Jesse would make it here before it's my turn. Then I see someone running and it happens to be Jesse. I was so happy to see him I ran over to him and kissed him. I looked in his eyes and could tell he's happy to see me as well. We wait in the line for about ten minutes when they check our luggage for anything suspicious. We make it onto the plane and get our seats. I buckle in and can tell that Jesse is having problems with his. Being the 19th century guy he is he didn't know anything about a plane, only that they fly in the sky and take you to places faster. I'm smirking at the fact that he is getting flustrated at the seatbelt. Under his breath he is speaking some Spanish that sounds like swearing. Now I'm full on smile. Just then Jesse looks up to see me smiling at the fact that he can't buckle it. The buckle is just like the ones in cars, but I think he was so nervous that he couldn't consentrate on the seat belt.

"Trying to beat up the seatbelt are we," I asked him with a big smile. "No," he said and he finally buckled it into place. I gave him a look that said 'Finally, I thought Christmas was coming.' Jesse gave me a look just the same but more of one that said 'Just wait.'Then the stewardess says "This is a round trip to Rome and please remain seated until further notice." I'm thinking to myself as we get ready to lift off the ground, god I'm going to have jet lag when I get off, I just know it. As we lift off I feel another hand on mine of course it can only be one person, Jesse. I see that he is looking straight ahead and has this look of shock on his face. Then when we are in the air I say in a whisper voice "Jesse wanna look out the window?"

"No not at the second."

"Why not? Its perfectly safe its not like your gonna fall out of the window or something," I said pulling open the shade of the window to reveal the ocean below. I just look down as if it's nothing to me, but I can feel Jesse stare at me as I do this. I look over at him and take his hand and pull him over me so he can see the full view out the window. I see him look in awe. I can tell that this will beone of the few memories that will always be planted in his mind to years to come. Well at least that memory will be accompanied with the trip to Rome.

We fell asleep after awhile. Jesse's head was faced to my neck so when ever he breathed out I would get shivers. Maybe after ten minutes of sleeping I woke up. I was so jittery that I couldn't sleep. I just couldn't wait to be in the country of romance and with the one man I loved.

Finally after an agonizing flight we made it to the airport in Rome. We had to do all the mumbo jumbo, like going to baggage claim and all that good stuff. Then there was the fight to get a taxi cab to stop so we could go to the hotel room. Jesse was just following me, I guess he could careless where we go, I bet he would even sleep in a cardboard box. All he really wanted was me by his side. We actually, after awhile, got a cab. It was a half an hour drive to the hotel.

We pulled up to a building that seemed older than the Jesse. It reminded me of silk and soft pink. The building had vines growing at its entrance. There were Italian people everywhere. It reminded me of a hang out place for old pruned people. I was just glad they had a bed that I could flop down on. But part of me wanted to see Rome.

The room was made for one of the gushy romance novels. There was a balcony over looking the city, one four post bed, need I say more? There was also a tub that was as big as a jacuzzi. Giving you any thoughts? Wow I have a dirty little mind. Jesse seemed almost amazed as I. He was standing on the balcony. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"It's so beautiful here."

"Your beautiful," he said and turned around and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Maybe after a little nap we could use that large tub," he said with a mischevious smile.

"I'll hold you to that," I said and I kissed him passionatly. We held the kiss for awhile and slowly made our way to the bed. I flopped onto the bed just like I planned and Jesse did the same. We made ourselves comfortable. Jesse wrapped his arms around me and I fell off to sleep faster than a wink.

I woke to find a snoring Jesse. Geesh I guess he was tired. I went to the bathroom and when I came back I found a reenergized Jesse waiting for me and wearing swimming trunks. I guess you could say seeing his abs and his bare chest made me melt. Good thing I had the sense to put on my bikini while I was in the bathroom. I smiled a big smile at the fact that he was keeping his promise, even though I knew he would.

"Would you like your promise now," he asked showing his pearly whites.

"A promise is a promise," I said with a suductive smile. I think he got the picture. We walked to the bathroom and oh did I tell you I was way ahead in planning, I already had the water running and with bubbles. He looked at me with a face that said 'What are you up too?' We got in and the water was just right.

"So what do you want to do tomorrow," he asked trying to keep himself from touching me.

"I don't know, anything," I said and ran my leg against his. We sat opposite of each other so it made easier for me to do what I wanted. I slowly made my way up to his face and whispered in his ear.

"What do you want to do," and with that he started kissing my neck. He made a trail of kisses from my neck to my face. I ran my hand in his hair softly. Once in awhile he would whisper, "Querida, I love you." Then when it was getting good, Jesse had his fingers on the string of my bikini top, but then I heard something. It didn't reck the mood right away, but I knew it had to be a ghost because what perv would walk into someones hotel room. I heard the ghost murmur to himself "Not another honeymooning couple." This made Jesse drop his fingers from my bikini. He looked straightatthe ghost, but I on the other hand had to turn around to see him. Jesse whispered in my ear "Do you think he's looking for a mediator?"

"I highly doubt that," I whispered back. Then I called to the ghosts back.

"Um, can I help you or something," I asked with hint of aggravation. The ghostly figure spun around and I looked in awe. Okay, so he was cute, actually hot, but thats beside the point. His eyes were the one thing that made me feel like I could trust him. I could tell he trusted me enough to talk, but I don't know weather he trusted Jesse enough because he hesitated.

"You can see me?"

"Yeah, we're both Mediators," I said pointing to Jesse and myself. I guess you could say that he could careless, but there was one thing he did care about and that was the room. He cared about it so much that he wouldn't leave when we asked him to. Yeah, so he was hot with the tall dark and handsome thing going on, but there was no way that a ghost was going to ruin my summer with Jesse. I then asked him a question that I would soon regret.

"Why won't you leave?"

"I won't leave because this is where I have been sense I have died."

"So you won't relocate at all," I asked with the hope that he would say 'yes'.

"I guess you could say I will be your roommate for the summer. Oh and my name is Kyle," he said with a smile on his face. I guess you could say that was our first day in Rome. Nothing that either I or Jesse were expecting.

Hmmm...dun dun...some insight, Kyle has alot to do with this story and so doesn't that box...I don't know...What do you guys think...was it to short too long..boring...What?...Give me some feedback and be nice...:) Let's just say the more u review the more I write...after all it is Spring Brake for me! Muh hahahahahaahahahahaha...R&R!

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