ok, answering some reviews i guess. thanks to all reviewers. kinda under the influence of...popsicles!
PeanutButterOreoCookieGirl: thanks for checking it out! maybe i will write that pairing...once summer starts. it can't come soon enough. mutters something about there only being 19 more school days, counting exam days, then curses at crazy teachers.
Pretty Fire Muse: Thanks! and Rowan is a bitch! it's what I made her to be!
nikki007: sorry to disappoint you, but i was getting annoying e-mails and had to add it. u r one of my most consistant reviewers! thanks.
OOOOOOHH! we interupt this reviewer response so the author can eat carrots! and sing along with brad paisley and his song alcohol! (except i don't like alcohol :)) back to the reviewers.
Eternal Immortaility: thanks! sorry it was confusing. yeah, Rowan is a skank, and whatever else you feel like calling her! naw, why would I make father d. gay? it'd be no fun...but i can think of some other characters to make gay! no, not jesse. why'd you ask? well, finals do stink. i mean, how can we have a final in choir? and in career class? we've done nothing we can be tested on! well, except for singing, but she said it wasn't a singing final, so... whatever. i should stop obsessing about finals, i don't think it's healthy.
oh yeah, and i'm changing my penname, because i want to. look for me under the name seabiscuit0810
Disclaimer: I remembered this time! All of this belongs to meg cabot, who is a genius. Only the plot belongs to me, and, of course, bitchy rowan's name and attitude. Mhahahaha!
"Jesse, this is really good" I said as I plowed my way through a second helping of pie. "I mean, really. If you can get me to eat 2 helpings of pie, it has to be good."
"Querida, you can eat as much pie as you want. I will never call you a pig" Jesse said. "I, Hector 'Jesse' De Silva solemnly pledge never to call Susannah Simon a pig, no matter how much she eats and no matter how much weight she gains." Jesse laughed wickedly.
"Jesse, I could never put on that much weight!" I cried indignantly. "I'd lose it while kicking ghost butt!"
"That's what they all want you to think, Susannah. But one day, you'll wake up and weigh 200 pounds," Jesse teased, "And I won't love you anymore." Wait, did he say…love?
"That'll never happen" I declared. But if you want to love me…
"Are you sure?" he replied. Suddenly, Jesse tackled me and pinned me to the couch. He then proceeded to lay a very tender kiss on me. I felt as if I might faint from the niceness of it all. Then, Jesse sighed. He sat up, and released me. I fell back onto the cushions, wondering what he was doing.
"What's wrong?" I questioned.
Jesse weakly smiled. "Susannah, turn around." I obeyed. I wish I hadn't.
"Oh, sick!" I shrieked, "Get a room!" Father D. and Rowan were on the ground behind the couch making out.
This startled them out of their reverie. Father Dom got up slowly, while blushing wildly. Rowan stayed hidden behind the couch. Maybe she thought we would all think she was like a prostitute, and slept around with everyone, which, when you think about it, was a very disgraceful thing in her time, even more disgraceful than it is now.
"How long have you been there?" I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest. It was getting colder, as Jesse had opened the windows and we had never closed them.
"We just got here" Rowan stated. "Why, were you doing something you weren't supposed to be doing?"
I grinned weakly at Father Dom, who was looking way sterner than I'd ever seen him look. It was an odd expression to see on the face of a teenager. He sighed.
"Susannah, though I'm dead, I still have the trust of your parents to make sure I dissuade you away from actions and opportunities like this."
I made an impatient face.
"Father D., you're not doing that hot of a job persuading me to stop. Mentors are supposed to tell us what to do, and then follow those rules yourself," I argued, "Jesse and I are almost full grown, and we feel we can make these decisions for ourselves." Looking at Father D., I put on my best 'I'm as white as un driven snow' face. It always worked on Mom and Andy.
"Dominic, if she and Jesse wish to make mistakes, let them make them" Rowan commented. Father Dom glared at her, then his gaze softened. It quickly hardened again when he processed what Rowan said.
"Absolutely not! I have a responsibility…"Father D. trailed off. "Fine, Susannah, I will stop trying to persuade you. But I wish you'd listen to me." He disappeared, and Rowan, with a quick glare in my direction, followed suit.
I looked meaningfully at Jesse, and scooted closer to him on the couch, laying my head on his shoulder.
"Querida…"he murmured, grabbing my hand. He got up, and pulled me up after him. "Querida, I think I should go now" Jesse said, looking at the ground.
"No Jesse, just one more movie please?" I begged.
"Susannah, it would be dishonorable for me to stay any longer. I am going to leave now," Jesse stated. "I will be back in the morning to check on you, alright?"
"No Jesse!"
"Goodbye Susannah" Jesse said softly, brushing my hand to his lips, then darting out the door. I ran after him, mouth opened to call him back. He turned, and visibly sighed.
"No Susannah" was his reply to my unasked question. He ran toward his car, a normal, gray Jetta. Unidentifiable and plain. Everything Jesse wasn't.
Around 6 A.M., I was woken by the sound of breaking glass. It sounded like it was coming from upstairs. Thankfully, I'd fallen into a slumber as deep as death.
I heard a voice.
"Where is she, dammit!"
"Sir, she's probably downstairs. I'll go check." But I never heard any footsteps on the stairs.
The voice started again.
"To think I had to break into my own house. I don't know what came over her, but I don't care. De Silva can kiss my $$" (a.n. I don't often write expletives, but I guess you know what this is.)
Paul. It had to be Paul. Who else would be muttering about what a SOB Jesse was?
"Paul?" I called softly. There was a halt in the sound of his footsteps padding across the floor. "I know you're up there. Come down now, and I won't call the police" I ended lamely. What good would calling the police do? Paul would just shift to Shadowland.
A crash. Biker Bob materialized on the table and knocked over a picture frame. I noticed that it had a picture of Paul kissing me in it. Good. I'm glad it broke.
"Hey" I asked conversationally, "Why don't you get out of my house before I exorcise you?"
Biker Bob blanched. "Uh, boss?" he called before I slugged him in the stomach. While he was occupied, I muttered the words to the fastest and easiest exorcism I knew, the one that the Celtics used (a.n. I made that up, I just needed a fast name for a civilization.) Bob disappeared.
Relieved, I slumped onto the couch. My relief didn't last long though. Paul descended the stairs, looking like a king. At the bottom, he paused and looked at me.
"We could have been so great Suze" he lamented. "Why you didn't want to, I'll never know." All the while he was walking toward me, and then he stopped. Paul stooped down and kissed me. What's going on?
a.n. so, did you like it? Sorry I've been really busy lately and haven't had time to update. Wrote this during a track meet, double period science (ugh. Most boring class ever.) So you know, it's really hard to write if the sprinter you like starts reading over your shoulder. (I think he's hot anyway.) Sorry to disappoint you, but you probably won't get more in this story until sometime after june 7th. That's when school ends finally. I've got finals and final projects to do until then. Fun. Not.
I'm excited, bc the sprinter I like talked to me today! In depth conversation as well. Sorry, so excited and had to tell someone! Oh yeah, please review. I like reviews. They give me some mail in my inbox, as no one ever writes to me from my family. Maybe they don't love me! Yeah right, lol.
My friend got a new puppy. His name is elvis. I want to kidnap him! He's so cute!
One last note. As I'm highly inexperienced in the romance department, if anyone has any tips on it, I might put them in my writings. Just a cry for help, bc all the romance I've learned so far has been from books, not experience. Once again, review please!
