Thank you for the reviews! Heh. This story seems to be easier to write than 'Stuck in Between' but I'm juggling both. You might have noticed these chapters are a lot longer than that on my other story. This is also because I'm planning more chapters in 'Stuck in Between' than I am in this story. Please understand… O-
Also, thanks to Elmer's Girl, who provided me with her life story of how Metallica was caught into her head one day… Personally, I have Blink 182 'Always' in my head… arg. I love em, but it's annoying the hell out of me… :foams from mouth: and also that she let me borrow her dad's favourite song, Bang Bang and it's lyrics for this story. It completely ruins the moment between Jesse/Suze and even the whole story and is extremely dumb… but yeah. No spoilers now, eh?
Ramstein is in this because this is randomness. It is not at all against the rules. So you ppl have to deal with my insanity.
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Just like the curse, just like the stray
You feed it once and now it stares
Now it stays
- Metallica, Until It Sleeps
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"Piss off Paul!" I yelled to the very hot, very badass, yet very much of an evil stalker behind me. He heard this and rolled his eyes at me, but still didn't go away as I was hoping he would. CeeCee and Adam were working together on a Science Project so I couldn't run to them and, most probably, as I usually do, distract them.
So I was stuck with finding a different way to get rid of Paul Slater.
Fun.
I mean, I guess I could just sic Jesse onto him, but seeing as I didn't tell him that Paul was here at the mission… I also knew how angry Jesse could get at Paul and to risk people seeing Paul being beaten up by thin air is very large – and I have a pretty good rep here, so I didn't want to screw that as well.
I was not at all concerned about Paul's welfare.
Walk, my brain said to me urgently, anywhere, just away from here. I made a quick decision. If I went into the girl's toilets, he would be there when I came out a few minutes later – that was what kind of stalker he was, I wouldn't be surprised if he actually went into the girl's toilets just to follow me.
Then it hit me. Perfect, I thought with an inward grin but keeping my face deadpan. Father Dominic's office… if I told Father Dominic that I wanted to talk to him about Mediating Techniques he would happily abide. Sure, I would have to listen to his boring speeches on how I shouldn't be kicking a ghost's ass but it was better than having Paul Slater follow me around everywhere.
I didn't bolt for it, like I wanted to. That would arouse suspicion. But I calmly kept walking, no longer looking back at Paul. I could hear his footsteps behind me as I approached the turn off to Father D's office.
And I was humming to myself as I did. It felt good to deceive Paul, yes, but humming? I hardly ever did that. The song I was humming was 'Until It Sleeps' by Metallica. I don't usually listen to that music or like it much but Dopey liked blaring it on his large speakers whenever Andy or my Mom scolded him on… and that kind of happens a lot.
So now I had Metallica in my head as I travelled across the threshold of the front desk. I smiled at the receptionist and asked if Father Dominic was free. She nodded and I whispered to her, "Can you make sure that the guy behind me doesn't follow me in?"
She looked confused. "Whom are you talking about? There is no one there, honey." Usually I would scold anyone but my Mom for calling me 'honey' but I was freaked out. I spun and my eyes met with the icy blue one's that Paul had, one of his slender brown eyebrows raised. My own eyebrows rose at this and I turned back quickly.
"Sorry, my mistake." I flashed her a little-miss-perfect grin and she smiled back at me then let me go through.
Once I got into Father Dominic's office, I turned around, expecting to see Paul again – but there was no one. Thank god. I have had enough excitement – or was it horror – with the fact that the receptionist couldn't see Paul.
Maybe she was dumb…
Sorry, that was the first thing I thought. But she wasn't dumb in anyway. I knew that. She had talked to me often and I knew she was anything but dumb.
So Paul might have learnt a few tricks… so what? I growled to my ever-arguing mind. I just sat back, like I had at dinner last night, and let them nag.
Father Dom, who had been on the phone, turned to me. "Why Susannah! What a pleasant surprise! What are you here for? School assignment… or…" his voice dropped to a whisper as if he were expecting someone to eavesdrop on our conversation. "Is it a little more… spiritual?"
My face flushed red… hard part, "Uhm… No Father Dom. To tell you the truth, I was only coming here to get rid of… er… Paul Slater." My face went even more crimson when Father Dom looked a little flustered. "But he wouldn't stop following me Father Dom…"
Father Dominic, amazingly, just sighed and nodded. "I understand if you feel that way. But-"
He didn't get to continue because a ghost materialized next to me. It wasn't Jesse or Paul or anyone I knew. It was a woman who looked as if she were eighteen or older. She had short, chestnut hair and lively hazel eyes – she also looked a little confused.
Then she turned to me… and smiled. "Susannah Simon?" I nodded, thinking: how the hell does she know my name? This truly was a mystery to me.
"What would you like with Susannah, Miss?" Father Dominic asked politely, his face completely deadpan. The woman sat down on the chair next to me, still with that pensive smile. It was really starting to freak me out.
Her voice, as I had heard a few seconds ago, was rather silky with a certain – I found out it was a Venezuelan one later on – accent. "Marilisa Argentine. My name, I mean. But I need to tell Susannah something important." She did this slowly and carefully. My hands, which were in my lap, were suddenly slipped into hers.
For a ghost, her hands were quite warm. Like Jesse's hands felt like. Her voice was a few octaves higher as she said the next few words to me, "The second letter is in the basilica."
This was what was going through my mind after she said that: What? What letter? I haven't gotten any letter…
And then it hit me.
She was talking about the mystery admirer letters. I rolled my eyes but a tell-tale smile lit up on my face.
Hey! You can't blame a girl for wanting more chocolates… and maybe more flowers. The poem was nice as well.
Yes I can hear you all chime:
Susie is a softie… Susie is a softie…
Let's all join in now:
Susie is a softie…
Okay. That's enough.
Besides, it felt good to have someone lusting after you. Although you don't know who they are. It was, of course, better than having Paul Slater lust after you. But then I wondered… what if Paul was the mystery admirer that I actually liked lusting after me.
Eww.
I said it before and now I will say it again.
Eww.
I shook off all these thoughts and looked at Marilisa again. Only to find myself staring into thin air. I looked at Father Dominic then shrugged. He shook his head at me but likewise when I rolled my eyes, a beam was plastered onto his face nevertheless.
Sue me if it's like a sin to not say goodbye to priests. Because at that moment, I bolted from Father Dom's office and straight towards one place…
The basilica.
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Okay. So I'm a little weird. Bolting to the basilica because some person I didn't even know sent me a note. But if that person knew the ghost, Marilisa, whom I had seen in Father Dom's office, then if she came back to tell me where the next note was… if there was a next note, that is… I could try and scab some info from her.
But before I could get to relieve the third letter, I needed to find the second one.
Damn. That was hard work.
I am not even kidding. Whoever is giving me these letters seemed to hide the second one pretty damn well. I searched everywhere for that letter in the basilica.
And, of course, as luck would have it, it was right in front of my face the whole time.
I just needed someone to point it out to me.
Jesse materialized when I was halfway through my search of the basilica. He was very confused at what I was doing. "Why," he asked once he saw me lift up a large bolder underneath a large tree, which was quite heavy, I'll have you know. The bolder, I mean. Not the tree. I'm not that dumb. "Are you examining Father Dominic's basilica, Susannah?"
"I," My voice was muffled from the fact that I was searching under the boulder. "Am looking for my letter."
I didn't see it, but I could swear that Jesse raised his eyebrow. The one with the scar across it. "Letter, Susannah?"
I got off my knees and straightened up to look at Jesse and his radiant ghostly glow. "Yeah. My letter… from, uh, my… friend. Yes. That's who. My friend." I nodded.
Jesse looked sceptically at me, but said nothing further. Then, with a single outstretched hand towards me, gripped my waist and pulled me in tight. My eyes widened at his proximity but I said nothing. I wondered why he was holding me like this. Perhaps… he did like me in that special way I had always hoped he would.
But then I realized why he had done what he did. Up, in the large oak tree that the bolder was underneath, in one of the low branches, was something circle and pink, then something next to it which was an oblong shape and in a white envelope.
My letter.
I felt my face heat up as I tried to reach the letter. But I couldn't seem to reach it. Jesse, who had let go of my waist by now, approached the tree, gave it a small shake and caught the second letter and present attached to it in his large, muscular arms.
Then he handed the letter and present to me. I sat down on the bolder, and opened up the envelope slowly.
Inside, as there was before, was a poem on a small, single white sheet of paper. Only the last letter wasn't wrapped in an envelope. So I figured there must have been a letter inside as well – yep. I was correct. There was a half folded letter still in the envelope. I withdrew that as well but read the poem first.
This one was spaced out different from the other. It was also much shorter but nice all the same. I found myself repeating those words over and over in my head as I was in the car later on, staring into space.
Within you, I lose myself;
Without you, I find myself,
Searching to be lost again…Your Secret Admirer.
The letter was also fairly short. I read it out to Jesse, who was sitting next to me, staring intently down at the poem.
The greatest gift I could ever give you
Is to see yourself through my eyes.
So take a long look, my love.
I opened the present, knowing already what it was. A small, green framed and circular mirror was lying in my lap. I looked down at my reflection, thinking about the letter and poem. It was only until Jesse spoke to me that I knew what had happened to me.
I was crying.
And I never ever cry. Seriously. Crying was the worst. I would rather bleed than cry.
Yet why was I doing it so willingly?
"Susannah?" Confused and worried. Jesse spoke to me in the softest tone I had ever heard him use.
I shrugged and wiped my eyes, averting my gaze. "I'm fine." Then I folded the letter, placed it back into the envelope, closed that and stashed it in my bag along with the emerald framed mirror. Then I looked down at the poem and slipped that into the pocket of my Levis jeans.
When I stood, Jesse stood with me. His hand was warm on my back where it had been for a minute or two – when I had begun silent crying. I slowly moved out of the basilica and Jesse followed me. It felt good to have him there for a strange reason. Not only because I was madly in love with him.
We didn't, however, get very far out of there. Because at that moment, from behind us, a voice asked, "Well, Well, Well. If it isn't the infamous couple. Mediator and ghost."
My whole body froze and my voice spoke coldly.
"Paul."
Getadelt wird wer Schmerzen kennt
vom Feuer das die Haut verbrennt
Ich werf ein Licht in mein Gesicht
Mein heisser Schrei:
Feuer frei!
I spun around slowly, as did Jesse. Paul Slater was leaning against the tree Jesse and I had just vacated. Whilst Jesse ogled Paul with disbelief and Paul just sent a smirk in our direction, my mind was actually on the song I had heard from the movie XXX.
Bäng bäng!Stupid, I know, but I liked that movie. And that song, for that matter. So to keep my sanity, I thought about it. A lot. This, I thought urgently through the instrumental, is not at all good.
It was a miracle. I seemed unaffected by Jesse finding out about Paul. Both were staring at me, I knew, but my mind was elsewhere.
Geadelt ist wer Schmerzen kennt
vom Feuer das in Lust verbrennt
Ein Funkenstoss in ihren Schoss
Mein heisser Schrei:
Feuer frei!
What I hadn't noticed at the time, of course, was that they were only looking at me weirdly because I was singing. In German. To Ramstein.
And it was cool.
Bäng bäng!
Feuer frei!
I don't know why I thought that. It wasn't at all cool when Jesse knocked me out of my German reverie to ask me why I hadn't told him about Paul.
Whoops.
I guess that just slipped out of my mind, Jesse.
Sorry.
What happened next was in a mix of emotion. For one thing, Paul disappeared. Leaving me to bear the brunt of Jesse's fit.
And that guy can get loud. So loud, in fact, that I didn't hear half of his lecture… I slipped back into my trance.
Gefährlich ist wer Schmerzen kennt
vom Feuer das den Geist verbrennt (Bäng bäng!)
Gefährlich das gebrannte Kind
mit Feuer das vom Leben trennt
Ein heisser Schrei: (Bäng bäng)
Feuer frei!
"Susannah! Listen to me!" This was getting quite annoying, I thought. I liked Ramstein. Why couldn't I stay there? Its so stupid, me acting like this when I should have been giving Jesse well deserved respect.
"Yes Jesse?" He groaned at this.
And then he dematerialized.
Leaving me feeling like shit.
Dein Glück ist nicht mein Glück
Ist mein Unglück
Oh Shut up… I warned my mind as it continued to play the words to Ramstein.
Bäng bäng!
Feuer frei!
"Fucking hell." I scowled and swore.
Then I left the basilica, again, feeling like shit.
This is so not good for my image.
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Chapter 2 is OVER! Very very weird… so very weird. Will Jesse get over it? Dun dun dun… tis the million dollar question :O Heh.
I like writing this story and I hope you like reading it… I still can't get over how many reviews I got for the first chappie… TEN:) :) :) Sorry… Just very happy. Before I get chappie 3 of this up, I will be adding to 'Stuck in Between' another one of my stories. So if you are reading that, I hope you like those updates as well.
Okay, I'll cut the crap. As I do in my other story, I will write responses to EVERY one of my reviewers… unless I get like, a hundred reviews for the first chapter. Which will, of course, never happen… but hey! You can always dream!
Elmers Girl – Yuppers. Taffa beans are like, my life. Along with Metallica and Vanessa Williams… and, of course, Chayanne. Which YOU got me addicted to… bitch… do you like THAT, Raine? Lol. Jks. I'm on your faves? Oh gods, I feel just SO special. EG, you are the best Chaysister anyone can ask for. I love you, you know?
Nikki007 – Devoted reviewer! I bow down to you! Your stories are great as well… :D Lol. Short, but sweet. You motivate me to continue writing, thanks!
Whitedestiny34 – heh. I don't know WHERE the Jesse-staring thing came from… out of my ass most probably. I read through it and I was like: Oo wft is wrong with Jesse? Nah. I've got a pretty good idea of what I'm going to do with Jesse and why he's acting weird… love the review and the fanfiction, wd34. If you update I might just shove you on my fave list
Bbllgirl4ever – Like I said with wd34 above. UPDATE! Lol. I love BOTH of you're stories… I won't say update to EG, however, because I always get chapters before their posted… hehehe. Anyway, thanks for the review, feedback is always appreciated. Meds? I have some of those! Lol. You're not weird or a geek… comparing to my two butthead brothers, your completely normal!
Strawberry-Shortcake01 – Don't worry… I'll continue. Just for you:) lol. I love 'One Road to Choose' it reminds me of an old Celine Dion song. She's so kewl when it comes to music! Hehe.
BellFlower64 – Ooh… you better not let Raine see the last part of your name (64) … that number has a tendency to stalk her. Seriously. She'll go somewhere… then see it! It's EVIL! Lol. Jokes… but it really does follow her. Back to you, not to Raine… this is MY response to YOU not MINE to RAINE… Dumb Elmers Girl… grr… I LOVE THREATS! Call me weird but when someone threatens me I don't go all shocked or take it the wrong way… I LOVE them. Thanks for the review.
Jeese's Querida – Yeah. Fackling is like, the law where I come from. I decided to use a little bit of my knowledge of Candyland (Isa's world, not the game) to make this story much better-er-er. Yuppers, btw, tanks for the review.
ReviewGoddess – Well, more I shall right!
Tinkerbellgonemad – YES! YOU MUST READ STUCK IN BETWEEN! Hahahahaha… joking. Only if you want to, it is, however, going to be much longer than this one. This'll be three or four chapters… or, if I could be bothered, around 5/6.
Alda Rethe – You are NOT undeserving. You read my Fanfiction so you deserve to be commended. Unfortunately, I busted all my lunch money on a kebab this morning so I can't give you that… want some cheese? I have a lot of that. My Aunty comes down every weekend with NEW and STINKY cheese! Yay! It tastes YUCK! … Don't mind me. Just corrupted by what I see on television… heh. WHO SAYS THAT JESSE ISN'T THE MYSTERY ADMIRER? HE COULD BE LYING! Or maybe not… but seeing as he's acting all weird… don't trust him. I know that is going against everything you have learnt… but… yeah.Woah… long AN. Over a page. I better go!
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