OKEY! FINALLY! chapter TEN! I wrote it all down in my notebook durring history grumble dumb USHistory And then he moved me so now I"M IN HIS LINE OF VISION NO MATTER WHERE HE IS! I can't do ANY more writing durring when we're supposed to read the stupid chapter. It may take me even longer to get the next one. Unless he moves me back in the back. Cuz that's where I do alllll my writing Anyway. There are excerpts from Darkest Hour and Haunted Those are not mine! Please please don't get miffed at me for using them. All credit goes to Meg Cabot for those. WAIT! WHY in the heck is the city dude checking our water useage IN THE RAIN? hmmm they always like to do that IN THE FREAKING RAIN! strange, strange city of , Oh well. You're probably sick of me now. Thanks to all my reviewers! I"m glad there are people that are reading my story! Thank you!
CHAPTER TEN!
Suze
Since Jesse had all classes with me, we decieded to get together earlier to do our homework. It was what he wanted, and plus, I got to spend more time alone with him.
After school, Jesse was at his locker, and I came up behind him and said, "Hey Jesse." as I wrapped my arms around his waist. He jumped a little, and turned around, still in my arms.
"Mmm, Querida, what are you doing?"
"I'm giving you a hug! So, what time do you want to come over tonight? Andy's making quesidillas and rice. I think you'll like it. Oh, and dinner's at seven. My mom is so excited to have a nice boy over for dinner, that she forgot all about the kind of family bonding time that she was all set on. Thank heavens."
"How about five? Do you think your mom will be OK with that?"
"Oh she'll be
ecstatic that you're coming over early."
"Ok. Sounds
good? I'll see you," he said kissing my forehead, "later.
Goodbye, querida." Letting go of me, he walked down teh
hall, away from me. I could hardly wait for tonight.
I found my stepbrothers out in the parking lot, and we drove home. When I walked in the door, y mom was all geared up to remind me that 'Hector' was coming over tonight for dinner. I told her that in fact, since we had all the same classes, that he was coming over at five to do homework with me tonight as well.
As I made my escape to my room, I called to her that I'd be up in my room if she needed me. It was already quarter to four, so I didnt' have much time to get ready for Jesse. I wanted to shower, do my hair, and change all before he got here. Oh, and my room could use a bit of cleaning.
After I got in the shower, and looked at the clock, there was no time to straighten my hair and still be ready when Jesse came over. Throwing on a pale, creamy, green shirt, and some jeans, I ran to pick up the stray clothes and junk that lived on my floor. It wasn't much, but then I noticed more, and as I was just finishing dusting, (!) the doorbell rang. Must be Jesse!
"Suze? Could you get that please? David and I are up to our ears in cheese in here." Andy must be busy. Oh well, I didn't mind answering the door. Opening the door, I saw Jesse standing there looking uncomfortable. Well, he wasn't the only one that was uncomfortable. I was too. And not just because I was having my boyfriend over for dinner, no. This wasn't any ordinary guy, it was Jesse. Alive Jesse. Like my whole world, almost.
"Hey Jesse. Relax. My family doesn't bite. I promise. Come on in." I opened the door wider, and he slowly came inside. I reached up and quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Turning bright red, he
said, "Hello, Susannah. I missed you too. I brought English,
math, and our history homework. Do you think that's ok?"
"Yeah.
That's fine." To Andy and anyone else that cared, I yelled, "Ok!
Jesse's here, and we'll be in my room doing homework if you need us!"
"Wait, Suze, Bring him on into the kitchen. I'd come out there, but then dinner would burn up." I walked in with Jesse, and he relaxed just a little bit. Until we got to the kitchen, then he tensed up again.
When we got in we saw Andy flipping some quesidillas, and David stirring some rice. He didn't look up, until I spoke. "This is Andy, and you know David?" I sent him a look, like. Yes, you really DO know him. And he got it. Good.
"Hey, Jesse.It's nice to have you over for dinner tonight. Hey Dave, say hi?"
"Uh, hi Jesse." Poor David's eyes couldn't get any bigger. His memory told him that this was our ghost. And I had something to do with him.
"It was nice to meet you, sir. Hi David." Jesse is great! No wonder I fell in love with him in the first place.
"Well, let's go get started. Call us when dinner's ready?''
''Yeah. Ok."
We started up the stairs to my room. Jesse already knew the way, but how funny would it look if he was walking right up to my room, without ever having been to our house?
Up in my room, I flopped down on my bed, hoping Jesse would come and sit by me, but he went straight to the windowseat, just like old times.
"I remember. It's
getting better. Something is telling me that this is just like old
times. Is it for you?"
"Yeah. That's where you were
sitting when I first met you, and where you would sit while I slept,
because you know, ghosts don't need sleep. But that was your favorite
spot to sit."
"Come, Susannah. Come sit by me. There's
enough room for two on here. Now. What would you like to start with?
I brought math, English and history." I got up and came to sit
next to him. He was right, there was enough room, but just barely. My
legs were squashed comfortablyup against his, and man, was it
distracting. Jesse had changed, and for the better I thought.
Math, eh, we could do that last.History was a worksheet on the Civil War, and for English we were to read a story from our comprehension books and answer the questions. Gack. "Let's do history. It is the stortest. And easiest.'
Wow, I thought, as Jesse worked through the problem, he must really like doing this stuff.
After finishing the worksheet, and halfway through the story, I leaned my head down on Jesse's shoulder to look at the book. It was sitting on his lap, and he was waiting patiently for me to finish the page. He leaned his head down on mine and said, "Are you done?"
"Almost, Jesse. Ok. Now you can change it", This. Is. So. Freaking. Boring. Reading is ok when you get to choose the book you're reading, but comprehension stories just plain suck. "Let's finish these later. They're so boring. Come on, we can go sit on my bed and talk. Besides, there's more room over there than there is here. Not that I mind."
I got up and took his hand and pulled him up. The book fell off when he stood up, but I ignored it and left it there.
Flopping on my pillows, I patted next to me for Jesse to sit down. Akwardly, he sat beside me.
"Querida..." he started to say something, but I cut him off with a kiss. Exactly what I'd wanted for nearly four months. Paul's kisses didn't come within miles of Jesse's.
I was leaning over him, and he was pressing me down. It wasn't comfortable. It reminded me of when in eighth grade P.E. when we would talk, and the teacher would make us sit in push up position until we obeyed the rules. Loosing my balance on my arms, I gave way to the pressure Jesse was putting on my back. He rolled me over so that I was underneath him, and he put his hands on the bed, under my back. Much better.
Jesse
Finaly I was in Susannah's room, doing exactly what felt so right. I couldn't get too physical with her, so, I put my hands behind her back to remind myself. It brought back so many memories.
I let go of her hand. "That kiss." And, suddenly, I felt better than I'd ever felt.
Only a fragment. I don't remember that day much at all.
Especially, from talking. That's what I especially need a day off from." Talking
"Fine. We don't have to talk." And I leaned down and kissed her.
"Mmmm, Susannah?" She sighed as I broke the kiss, but I was still laying on top of her, with my hands behind her.
"Yes Jesse?"
"Have I ever kissed you before this?"
"Um, well..." my question had left her speachless. "Yes. Twice actually. do you remember them? The first time you hurt me so bad by ignoring me. It made me think that you actually didn't like me, but were just kissing me to toy with my emotions. Oh. And your ghost used to haunt my bedroom for like a hundred and fifty years. Then you and Father D decided that it wasn't proper for you to stay in my room, our not being married and all. That just crushed me. Father Dom doesn't really know about the second kiss, I'm guessing. That was when, when...when..." She paused, remembering, "when you...left." Oh. I should have known.
"Oh, Mi Querida. I didn't know." I said as she started to cry. "Don't cry because of me. I'm here now, I loI'm fine. We're together, I'm going to meet your family. Don't cry because of me, amor." I'd almost told her something that I wasn't exactly sure of myself. I think I love her, but I"m not sure. I wouldn't want to falsely lead her on when I am at such great risk of dying. Especially when I am at such a great risk. It's not even my life anymorer that I worry about. Its Susannah's life and happiness now.
"It's not that I'm sad about, I'm just so happy that you're here and alive, and everything. You mean so much to me. I don't knwo if I could live again if you were gone. I almost wasted away the first time." She looked caught in a trance for a moment, and then realized what she said. Wiping her eyes, I noticed that her face was turning red.
"SUZE! DINNER!" Someone bellowed from downstairs. Presumably, Brad.
"OK! I"m coming!" She yelled back, and went to wash her face in the bathroom. Even with red eyes, and a tearstained face, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever known. And I could feel myself falling further into love with her. In the mirror, she caught my gaze, and smiled at me. How lucky was I?
"Come on. There wont' be any left if we don't hurry. I know those pigsI mean, stepbrothers of mine. They eat everything." Grabbing my hand, she opened the door and we went downstairs. I followed her into the dining room, where there were five people sitting around a table with two empty chairs. These were Susannah's and my chairs, next to her mother.
"Susie! Did you finish your homework?" Her mom squealed at us.
"Kinda. We got our history all done, and most of the English" She winked at me to tell me that we really did do the English, instead of what we did do.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Hello
Hector. How are you?" Susannah's mother asked me.
"I'm
doing fine. You may call me Jesse if you want. Everyone, except
Susannah and Father Dominic, call me Hector." To Andy I said,
"Dinner smells good, sir." I first pulled out Susannah's
chair for her, waited for her to sit, and then I sat down in my own.
Brad stared at me, looking stunned.
"Susannah? No one calls you that Suze! And if they do, you deck 'em!" Brad bellowed at Susannah. He's so mean to her sometimes. Does he not know how to talk to a lady? Especally the one I love. Yes. Love. I feel better about loving her. It's all settled in my mind.
"Yes, Brad, I know. Thanks for telling me, as I am not aware of what I like and do not like to be called. Besides. Jesse is different." She looked at me, "I have tried to get him to stop calling me that, and he won't. But it's ok. I don't mind. Too much." She smiled at me, and passed a bowl of rice to her mother.
As I waited for everyone to get their food, I saw Brad and Jake heap massive ammounts of food on their plates, and immedietly begin to stuff it in their faces. After David had gotten his quesidilla, and Susannah's mother got hers, I began to eat, slowly.
My headache was returning, and neither eating, water, or ignoring it was making it any less intense. My vision began to blur, and I felt dizzy. Surely this wasn't going to be major. If I just let it pass, I'd be fine.
Or that's what I thought until I started to see black spots, and then heard Susannah say faintly, "Jesse? What's wrong? Are you...Oh my..." And all went black.
Ok. As I wrote this end, and now while I'm typing, I kept getting the shivers and crying! I hate doing this to you. Cliffie! I'll hurry. I wanted to hurry to post a chapter. and I am.
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