DISCLAIMER: I am NOT Meg Cabot. I do not own the charecters (except for the unknowns). The plot, however, is all mine.

Oh, wow... my Grandma has allowed me on the computer. this is shocking. She's practically convinced that I plant viruses on this POS.

Anywho... chappy 6! Not too long, but it should satisfy you, cliffy-wise.


Suze's POV

Leave it to ghosts to ruin a perfectly romantic moment. Aren't there any mediators in Hawaii to deal with them?

Oh... life is unfair.

Well, except for Jesse.

So, we went to help. Because it's what we do. And we wanted to get it over with.

"Hello...?" Jesse asked as we approached them from behind. The man looked up from the sand castlethey were building with they're hands. He was clearly local, judging by the tan and black hair. he almost looked Hispanic, like Jesse, but when he spoke with his Hawaiian accent, I realized how wrong I was.

"You... youcan see us, 'bra?" If I had a nickel for everytime I heard that one...

The girl looked up. She had to have been 6 when she died. Ithad to have been an abrupt death. Most likely a car accident.

"Yes, sir." I began the speech. "Were mediators. We help ghosts move on to the after life by finishing they're... unfinished buisness."

Wow... I must have had too many Mai Tai's if I can't even rememeber that damn speech.

"Do you happen to know what's holding you down in this halflife...?" I finished

"Um... yeah." he began looking back at the girl, who had gone back to building the sand castle... or pile, considering she has no shovel and pail.

"Well, my wife, Malia, went missing 'bout 2 years ago. The Police eventually gave up on the case6 or so months later Naomi, my daughter, was 5 at the time and she couldn't handleit, at all. So I made a promise that I would find her Mom. Unfortunatly, before that happened, we got into a bad car accident on Like Like Highway." (A/N: That's pronounced lee-kay lee-kay... not like like;).) He said. "I made a promise to my daughter, intending to keep it, but a drunk driver swerved and crashed straight into us."

I had a feeling it was a car accident.

"Were sorry to hear about your wife." Jesse said.

He didn't say anything. He simply nodded.

"We'll try to find her..." I drifted off, not having a name for the man yet.

"It's Rob," He told us. "and thank you."

"Um... you wouldn't happen to have a picture of her, would you?" I asked, unsure of if the dead carry pictures or not.

"Yeah, I do..." he said, reaching in his back pocket. I guess they do. He took out a wallet and from that got a small picture. "Keep it if it will help you find her. i have another." Rob told us, putting his wallet back in his pocket.

She was beautiful. Malia had long black hair in the picture, with a small flower tucked up in her ear. She had flawless skin, the same tone as her daughter's.

"We'll do our best, Rob." I told him, before walking back with Jesse. He kept a firm grip on my hand the whole time until we reached our hotel room. I was exausted, so I threw on some PJ's.

Jesse got into the bed next to me holding me against him. "I won't let anything happen to you," he whispered into my hair. "I promise."


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