:grins largely: Yay! Reviews:) Isa loves to be loved… that made no sense whatsoever. I am completely aware of it, by the way. But whateva! Here is YOUR conclusion of 'Rain Song.' For some reason, everyone is convinced it is Jesse Oo … Not saying it IS Paul or Jesse. Maybe it's Ophelia from L l u v i a 's fic 'Candela' (Elmers girl changed her screen name as did I… again… Hehehehe)
Gehm. Here's ya end chapter. I'm tired and it's 4:00 in the morning. When I wrote this, I mean. So enjoy it. Or I will kill you.
Mwahahahaha.
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∞ Isa ∞
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He stood in the breezeway, head down and focusing only on the ground. This was the moment he lived for. 'Did she love him?' was the question that revolved around his head every time he saw her.
He knew it was love. He felt for her. He loved her. She was the only person he would ever love. But what if she didn't love him in return? He knew he had done some things in the past that anyone would chastise and reject but he could only prey that she would believe him when he said he needed her.
I need you. That was what he planned to say to her. As he approached the next corridor he felt a rush of cold feet – could he suffer rejection from the angel he was in love with?
No. No he couldn't.
Because he wouldn't, couldn't and shouldn't be able to go on without her.
She was the someone just for him. And he knew that for a fact. Who else could feel for her as much as he did?
No one. That was the answer.
…Please be here tonight, he prayed silently to her. And then left for the courtyard.
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Shower in the dark day
Clean sparks driving down
Cool in the waterway
Where the baptized drown
Naked in the cold sun
Breathing life like fire
Thought I was the only one
But that was just a lie
- 4th of July, Sound Garden
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I got to the mission around eleven o' clock. How did I manage to leave the house? Sneaked out of course. I was sure that no breezeways would fall and squash me this time so I was all-good. What my parents – aka. Mom and Andy – didn't know can't hurt them. So sue me.
Clad in a pair of black dress pants with a leather jacket over the top of a purple turtleneck, I raced across the field of the Mission Academy. I wondered briefly where my mystery admirer would meet me. Then it came in a rush and I headed over to the courtyard.
The mission was maybe not the most romantic of places to be, but it had a damn beautiful courtyard. I made my way through the twists and turns of the place and eventually looked across the extent of the courtyard.
Maybe they weren't waiting for me. I thought after a moment, but I decided to give whoever it was some time before I decided to go back home. If it did get to late, however, I would have to…
My thoughts were blocked off as I heard a rustle. It wasn't like the bushes being swept by the winds, though. It was the rustle of a human. Someone was here.
It never passed my mind that it could be someone other than my admirer – maybe that's why I stood to greet whoever it was. With my cute look and mad clothes secured I felt a sort of safety. The only other thing I had bought with me was strawberry lipgloss.
I smacked some of the stuff onto my lips as I walked. The lipgloss, I mean. It was some of the really shiny stuff you see in all the cool adds with the perfect looking girls. It worked wonders to my lips – really made them stand out.
As I thought this I sighed at my completely unintelligent brain. That was all it revolved around. How I looked. How I felt.
But then another thought crossed my mind.
How did Jesse feel? I already knew how he looked, and he looked damn good, but how did he feel was the question of the century. For me, I mean. I wondered what life would be without Jesse and I found myself grinding my teeth. So I dismissed it. I never wanted to think of that again.
You know how sometimes a character in a book thinks of something bad and that bad thing ends up coming true? Yeah. I didn't want to risk that so I pushed the idea – of life without Jesse – to the back of my mind.
Please be Jesse, I hoped as I closed my eyes for an Evanescent second. (an: I'm sure your all hoping that as well… Mwahahahaha. Only I shall know.).
Jesse, Please be here tonight. That was my silent prayer, the only one I had ever made. And it wasn't to god. It was to Jesse. But I guess I could call Jesse a god. His looks and personality passed as one instantly…
Blah.
Give a round of applause for the randomness, peeps!
… Yeah. Right.
I cleared my throat and kept going. To my chagrin, when I arrived to the place of which I was sure I had heard the rustle, there was nothing there.
So, I set off again. This time in the other direction.
I didn't get very far, though, because I stopped again all of a sudden. Just as I turned the corner to go back into the courtyard, there was something there that hadn't, I was positive, been there before.
It was a CD player.
I swear I didn't touch anything. Honest. But unexpectedly – the CD player burst to life! I wasn't even sure it had power leads coming out of the back of it. But the CD player was ON and the CD inside was spinning very fast (I could hear it clearly inside the player, the place was unnaturally quiet). I also noticed that the music was paused and set on track 6.
There had to be a source for all this. My heart sped up when I realized that it could only be the work of my admirer. At this revelation, I turned around to look at everything. From on top of the buildings to the fountain and finally to above the breezeway. I searched everything.
And yet, even after that, I could not find the source of the major vibes I was getting. This was very weird.
But who said Susannah Simon's life was just a beautiful box of chocolates?
Well, I did get a box of chocolates of my admirer that one time. I smiled at the memory. But then thought, how could one person make me feel so good when I haven't even met them yet?
It was an answer I was unable to find.
Also an answer I never got to ponder, because at that moment – the CD player started to play the track it had been paused on. I realized it as the karaoke song written onto my burnt CD…
…That my admirer gave me.
There was one thing different to this version though. It had words. I could make them out because whoever was saying them – I knew it was in person, I was right next to the CD and no vocal patterns corrupted the slow, melodious beat that flew out of it.
Been watching you from a Birdseye view
See all the trouble that you go through
But there's a ray of light I'm shining down on you
You may be thinking that nobody cares
My first instinct was to find who this person was, but all I found myself doing was closing my eyes and swaying lightly to the beat. That was, before I found that abruptly, in the right moment, someone had slipped a blindfold (an: thanks, L l u v i a, for the blindfold idea) around my eyes. Usually I would quickly shove my foot behind me – where they (my admirer) were positioned – and kick them where it hurt and I would have if it weren't the continuos soft voice flowing out of their mouth.
A life that's filled with sorrow and despair
But there's something you ought to be aware
Problem was: When a person sings, It disguises the normal tones the person uses. I couldn't tell whether it was Jesse, Paul or someone else. But what I could tell, most definitely, was that they were male.
How weird would it be if the person who was my admirer was a woman?
Or even worse – a pranker.
But this person seemed serious. Especially serious about their feelings toward me when they moved me around lightly and rested their hands on my body.
Oh shush. It was only on my waist.
Before I could try and wrap my hands around the person's neck, though, they spun me around in a 360 spin and let go of me, but one of their hands slipped into mine and I rotated again.
Hmmm… I thought suddenly, this is really nice.
I'm your
I'm your
I'm your secret admirer
These words made me smile. "Make it a little obvious, don't you?" I said to them, I didn't get an answer – I didn't expect one – all they did was pull me closer to them and continue singing.
I'm your
I'm your
I'm your secret admirer
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He looked at her beautiful figure but, although she could not see what he did, inwardly yelled at himself for it. She already thought of him a nutter already. He couldn't make it any worse by wanting to push her against the wall and slowly –
Enough! He thought, but didn't say it out loud. He didn't want to ruin the mood they were in. It was so serene, so charming. Like her. And the way her face reflected the coolness of the moment.
Subconsciously he was still singing to her the tune he had forced himself to learn over and over again.
If you have credence it will set you free
Open the flow of love and you will see
All of the magic falling down on you
You may not see me but I'm always there
With no idea on how to reflect his feelings to her, especially since she would most probably refuse them anyway – due to how rude he had been, what he had done – he had decided to choose one of the love singles that were held in all the music shops. He had chosen a good one, he thought, if the smile on her face was any indication.
He spun her around. She did it so gracefully that he felt sudden light-headedness. Unlike how it had attacked him before with nervousness, this time it was from how much joy he felt to have her in his arms.
I am the one who answers all of your prayers
Your very own angel watching down on you
The two lines he had just sung sounded conceited but what Susannah, his angel, whispered to him made him beam even more so – both mentally and physically. It made his soul feel free.
"I know."
She didn't know who he was, but she had whispered it anyway. A confirmation of what he was to her. Did she know who he was?
But a question remained.
Could an angel love a mortal?
Yes. If an angel could love a pathetic ghost then an angel could love a mortal.
I'm your
I'm your
I'm your secret admirer
Those two words she had whispered…
They meant so much more than she knew.
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I'm your
I'm your
Remembering the karaoke version, I knew the song was going to end soon. My heart skipped a beat – in a few seconds I would know who this person really was.
His skin was warm on mine as we decelerated and his hands recouped their strong yet gentle grip on my waist. Finally, when he sung the last few words, he slowly and carefully, let me go.
They flew straight to the blindfold. He also took this off as charily as he had released me moments ago. Once the blindfold was off, I was about to open my eyes when in a swift movement – I felt lips being connected to mine.
By the hunger and passion – the raw emotion of the kiss I could tell that this took a lot for my admirer to do. It lasted for a minute before we stopped for breath.
Then I opened my eyes. Just as the small piano solo ended and my admirer whispered…
I'm your secret admirer
"Oh my god." My eyes filled up with tears. I took a step back and scanned who was staring before me. I watched as his gaze was locked with my eyes. It never wavered. Not even as I took in the clothing he wore – the modern baggy jeans and green polo shirt…
It didn't avert even as I looked at his hair – it slightly fell onto his face. Or as my hand touched his and I felt the warm, soft skin beneath my fingertips as I grazed his arm. I continued to raise the backs of my fingertips until it met the cotton material of his t-shirt and I found myself being hypnotically moved by his eyes.
There was a chime by the mission academy's large, ancient bell signalling midnight.
"Happy birthday, Susannah." It was my birthday? Oh crap… I remembered now! It was! That mention and reminder was so sweet I felt the tears finally overflow and roll down my face.
This was all I ever wanted.
It was perfect.
My admirer was the best ever birthday present I could ever hope for.
When he saw the tears, he immeadietly came to my rescue just by embracing me in a tight hug. I sobbed onto his shoulder for around thirty seconds before regained myself and looked directly into his eyes.
"Are you alright, Querida?" He asked in a silky tone. All I could do was let myself become released from his grip slightly and give him a large smile.
"Much more than alright." I whispered, and then let myself being taken in for another kiss.
"I love you, Jesse." I said, staring directly into his eyes like he did to me moments ago. I meant every word I spoke. This was the best moment of my life.
Jesse saw that I meant it. His dark eyed gaze bore into mine with so much affection that I felt blinded by it. Then something happened all of a sudden. His eyes were all… shiny-like.
Then it hit me.
He was going to cry.
If this was anyone else but Jesse, anyplace else but here I would have cacked myself at the thought of a 20-year-old man crying, but I didn't this time. All I could seem to do was give him another kiss, this time on the cheek, and hope that he returned the favor. Of the words, I mean, not the kiss. Although I wouldn't mind another one…
"I love you too, Susannah Simon." We shared another hug. I guess I might have noticed it before – or at least, I should have, but it hit me right then and their as I had my head to Jesse's chest.
"Jesse!" My eyes were widened to their extent. Jesse looked briefly worried and then it grew into nervousness. As if he were expecting me to reject him or something stupid like that…
But no. I would never reject him. Not now that I knew he loved me. I loved him back. Everything was bliss.
"Yes, Querida?" I loved the nickname he used for me. The use of that word sent pleasant tingles up and down my spine, just like when he touched me beforehand.
"Your ALIVE!" I screamed the last part and, immediately, joy took me over. I was drunk on my own happiness. I leapt into his arms and after a short hug, did this groovy little number – of my own creation.
Who cared if I made a fool out of myself? Jesse didn't care. He was loving every minute of it. When I finally stopped, he proved this point (that he was loving it) by scooping me up, spinning me around and planting on my lips a kiss that I felt from my head to my toes. It circulated around my body like blood flowing in the veins and arteries of my body all the time.
"How did you do it? Did someone help you or… how did you do it?" I asked eagerly, almost screaming my question. Jesse looked a little hesitant. I knew why once he told me.
"I did have a little help." The way he said it was as if he was embarrassed about it.
"And?" I raised an eyebrow. "Who helped you?"
"Uh…" A flush crept up on Jesse's face. He mumbled something that I didn't quite hear. When I asked him to repeat it was barely audible. But I caught onto it.
I hollered with laughter, "Really!" I was stunned. I felt jovial as well. "Paul Slater helped YOU?" Seriously. I could not believe that Jesse's mortal enemy had bought him back to life.
No matter how hard I poked me, Jesse wasn't going to say anything more about that subject than he already did. Eventually, I just rolled my eyes and was done with it.
We sat down on the edge of the fountain. I exhaled very loudly and rubbed my temples – all of this excitement was giving me a migraine. Close to a post-shifting one as well.
My eyes snapped open so fast that the migraine was suddenly amplified by around one hundred more amounts of energy I was capable of.
"Jesse?" Jesse wasn't looking at me. In fact, he was staring blankly at the sky. I didn't want to awaken him from his reverie but it seemed that I had to.
There was no reply. "Jesse?" I asked again, quite quickly.
His voice was soft, silky and should have been downright illegal, "Susannah. Don't talk, just look at the stars."
It was only then that I realized there were stars in the sky. Get any dumber, Suze? I thought to myself, but didn't really mean it. A smile spread along my face as I watched the silver pinpricks in the distance. For the first time in ages, I felt completely calm.
The calmest before the storm, they always say… but I never believed in that stuff anyway.
Jesse pulled me closer to him so we were touching sides. I nuzzled my head against his chest and my legs were over his so I was sitting in his lap. We were still sitting on the edge of the fountain – the water pouring down into the large basin at the bottom. It looked deep but I didn't particularly care about it as Jesse held me in this way.
I remembered what I had thought before:
The answer I was unable to find.
I was unable to find it…
… because it had always been there.
In the form of my alive eternal love and – Squee! – boyfriend.
After thinking all these mushy thoughts, I turned my head to Jesse, only to find he was already looking at me. I moved in for a kiss but I guess I pushed to hard, because the next thing I knew, both of us – Jesse with me on his lap – were tipping backwoods.
Shit.
And promptly after: we fell into the base of the fountain. Coming back up and spluttering for air.
Jesse could breathe.
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ITS OVER! FINALLY! Lol. You may be feelin depressed or angry that the end came out shit or something (I, personally, thought it was fine) but Isadora Sofia – aka me – is feeling very very generous right now. And all of the questions have not yet been answered in this story.
Especially this one:
DO YOU WANT A SEQUEL?
Hehehehe. I'm guessing you might, but I want to hear what you have to say. If you think this alone is okay and summed up pretty well, say no and I'll make up a NEW fic.
Or, if you want a better and more complex understanding of the events of 'Rain Song' I could always do a sequel since I like to leave the ends of my stories open, like Meg Cabot does, for sequels.
So, it's all up to you.
Sequel, or no sequel?
Sounds like a game show… doesn't it.
Mazuma (from L l u v i a's and my random word game). RESPONSE TIME! YAYAYAYA!
iluvmeg- lmao. I know it's confusing. I made it to be that way... i have no idea why Suze kept seeing Evanescence signs but if i do a sequel i'll think of a reason. Btw, evil laughing is completely and utterly normal. I do it all the time: MWAHAHAHAHAHA! See? Normal. N. O. R. M. A. L... Or maybe your just a freak... JOKING! lol. Love ya!
Aja - Haha. Sorry for the long update. I seem to be doing that a lot. But school is being a bitch... it takes SO much of my time up. I wishI could stay at home and write all day but ALAS! I cannot. Thanks for the review.
Jeese's Querida – it doesn't HAVE to be the final chapter… heh. Thanks for supporting this story and I hope you vote for whateva you really want. SEQUEL OR NO SEQUEL! (No sequel also means I can make up a NEW fic with NEW ideas and NEW fluff and a NEW and BETTER Jesse… blahful)
Strawberry-Shortcake01 – J/S is the best. I always could see Jesse tickling Suze as well and I guess so can the other reviewers. I hope you liked the ending. Remember to vote for whatever you desire. Sequel or no Sequel.
Angel Gemman – Lol! So now you know who it is! Personally, I knew all along it was going to be Jesse. But I didn't feel like telling you… until the end. I know I'm evil… I'm evil… uh-huh… so evil… yeah! Sorry… Did a groovy little number like Suze did in the story… but mine involved the moonwalk. Lol. VOTE SEQUEL OR NO SEQUEL!
Smgirl – : ) : ) : ) Man. My reviewers are so cute! I love you all, btw. Thanks for the review. You make me feel special… Did the ending suffice or do you want a sequel as well? Please tell me.
Nikki007 – Wazzap with the threats, babe? Lol. I think the ending was all right, what about you: )
L l u v i a – Feel loved, Angel Baby. You got wat you wanted. JS ALL THE WAY! Now, I already know you want a sequel… heh. But wat's up with the Ophelia crap? Lol. UPDATE ON CANDELA… NOW! Lmfao.
RandomColors – I hate cliffies as well… unfortunately, I'm really good at writing them, as you must have noticed. Thanks for reviewing and, if you can, please vote.
VampiricBunny – Love the name, girl. Lol Quote: 'I know, neither!' You have such a good humour, babe. I just love ya! (Btw, I am not lesbian… just love to call people cute names… babe, chica ((one of Lluvia's faves)) and for guys… dude and man… but if I call you dude don't take it as if I'm calling you a man. I'm just randomised.)
Singing Softly – Kewl. I's loves longs reviews. Was this update slow or fast? I really don't know. I'm a wittle in the dark with these things.
Randomly Sarcastic - Another wicked mad name. Gotta love them O.- I'm stuck with 'Rock Chica' which is a name l l u v i a (my BF on read her stories... they are so cool) gave me. It's okay. But she won't let me change it again... lol.
Acknowledgements for the fourth chapter reviewers will be made in a spare chapter along with a possible (if it is decided that there is no sequel) epilogue. Otherwise, it might be in the first chapter of the possible sequel. I haven't decided yet.
Love you all, maties!
∞ Isa ∞
P.S. REMEMBER! SEQUEL OR NO SEQUEL? ITS ALL UP TO YOU SO PLEASE CHOOSE! IF YOU WANT NO SEQUEL THEN I AM OPEN TO IDEAS FOR A NEW FIC: )