This is chapter two of my fan fic.

The rating will be going up in this chater because of the language. Somehow, Suze seems to be the type of girl that would curse, so yeah

Disclaimer: I don't own Jesse, Suze, Paul, or any other familiar characters. They all belong to Meg C

Some feedback would be nice, but for now, enjoy the story

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That morning following the afternoon Jesse had asked me out, I woke with a sinking feeling in my stomach. It felt as if something terrible had happened or would be happening. I've gotten the stomachaches before, and normally something bad usually follows. Like when my dad died, I'd had this terrible stomachache soon after he'd left, and before my mom told me about moving out to California, all day I'd been suffering this stomachache. It's like a sixth sense-or wait, would that be seventh? I already see dead people.

So yeah, when I woke up with this stomach ache, it totally ruined whatever good mood I would have been in with out the knotting in stomach. I didn't bother spending much time on my outfit for today, or make-up or hair. After picking out some fade-out denim jeans with holes at the knees, I grabbed my pink "How Are Things on Planet You WISH?" t-shirt, paired with pink ballet flats and a silver track jacket. Sweeping on some black eyeliner, mascara and lip gloss, I was ready.

With 20 minutes to spare. How'd that happen? I always have to run out the house to make sure Brad won't leave me. Unlike Jake, he wasn't nearly as patient with me, and if I was running late, he'd leave. The dick.

"What're you doing being ready so early?" He asked me after guzzling out some O.J. straight from the carton. Um, eww, much. "You do realize there's still like twenty minutes, right?"

"Shut up, I'm not in the mood right now." He took another drink from the carton. "Can't you ever use a God damn cup, damn it?" I took the carton from his hands and grabbed a cup pouring the juice in it for him. Not that'd I'd be drinking from this carton of juice anymore or anything.

"God, PMS, much Suze. Chill." I groaned, taking a seat at the counter and holding my face in my hands. Maybe I was PMSing, it'd be great if this were all. But deep down, I knew it couldn't be PMS, I'd just had my period about two weeks ago. Not that you need to know that.

God, why am I thinking about my damn period? Gah, don't, Suze.

As I was wondering why the hell I was thinking about me period, Andy walked cheerily joined me and Brad at the kitchen… humming. I kid you not, he was humming. I groaned again. "Morning, Suze. Normally don't see you down here in the morning. Would you like anything for breakfast?"

"No thanks."

"You've got to eat something. Here, I'll make you a bagel." And before I had a chance to protest he was popping a bagel in to the toaster.

"Alright then, thanks. I guess." Before I knew it, a bagel on plate appeared in front of me, one half covered in cream cheese, the other with jam. "Thanks, Andy." I still couldn't call him dad. It was too hard. My step-brothers have all gotten used to calling mom mom, but not me, Andy's still Andy, not my dad.

I picked my bagel up to take in one bite. Well, more like a nibble. My bites eventually got bigger, and when I took a bite big enough to actually taste, I actually liked the stupid thing. God, even his bagels taste good. What's up with that? All you have to do is stick the damn things in the toaster, spread some cream cheese and there you are: a bagel.

I really could have used a cup of coffee with that bagel, but Andy had this weird thing about kids and teens drinking coffee, so he always made enough for him and my mom only. Id been addicted to the stuff back in New York, no I was shocked that'd I'd gone pretty much two years without a daily coffee. Gina still can't believe me. Not even when she's visited me and has seen me not drink a daily coffee.

I'd been lost in thought, musing over coffee, when Brad yelled that we'd be leaving. Standing up from where I'd been slumped over for the last twenty minutes, I headed to the front of the house, hunched over, taking long trudging steps.

Arriving at school, I saw Paul waiting for me at the gates, showing off those perfect teeth of his. He looked sexy-yes, I'll admit it, he's hot. So sue me. Anyway, he was leaning against the gated with his arms folded across his chest. I stomped ahead of him, ignoring him as he called my name.

"Suze! Yo, Simon, hold up!" Suze stomped pass me and I hadn't the slightest idea what could be wrong with her. Had I pissed her off in the last 24 hours? I mentally went over the times I've been with her in the last couple days, and there wasn't a thing I'd done that would piss her off. But then again, she's Susannah Simon; she doesn't need a reason to be pissed at me. It just comes naturally.

Then he finally caught up to me, grabbing my arm, and turned me to face him.

Holy fuck! When I finally caught up with her, and turned her to me, she so did not look happy. Again, what have I done that could potentially piss her off? Nothing. Then why the hell's she pissed?

"Jesus, Simon, you look like shit." One of the novices scowled at him.

I don't think she liked my comment, her face only twisted up more.

"Yeah? That's great, 'cuz I feel like it too." Like the novice earlier, I scowled at him. Never tell a girl she looks like shit when she already feels like it. It'll make her feel shitttier. And that's just a bunch of shit. So what if I like using the word shit? There's nothing wrong with it. Shit. Shit. Shit shit shit! Ha!

I act weird when I feel like shit. Don't look at me like I'm crazy, you shit head.

"You want to tell me what's going on? Or will I have to force it out of you?" Just when I'd been convinced there were no traces of the old Paul left, he pushed me against the nearest wall in classic Paul fashion

I didn't want to have to do this. Back her up against the wall, I mean. But there's no other way that she'll tell me what's wrong. It brings back too many old memories, and having her against the wall like this, well I just want to run my hands all over her, I want to feel her lips against mine.

Slater, control yourself, damn it! She's with Jesse, the ex-dead cowboy, and the nearest thing you've ever had to an actual friend.

Then she forcefully pushed me away. It shocked me, yet it shouldn't have. It's her typical reaction. God, she's really pissed at me. She hasn't pushed me away like that with that force in months, and meant it.

"Paul, not now. I'm just not feeling well. So please leave me alone, ok." I stalked off. So I'd pushed Paul away. Big deal, he'll get over it. He's a big boy; he can take care of himself. I just don't want to deal with him, or anyone for that matter. I'm not feeling up to it. Damn this stupid fucking stomachache.

Cee and Adam thank God, didn't come up talking to me. They know better than to bother me when I'm in one of my moods. I can get pretty nasty. So I waited alone until they took attendance and released all the students to homeroom. Where I sat alone again. Paul still looked pained, the big stupid baby. Cee didn't sit near me, and Adam followed her, avoiding me at all costs.

Wasn't it just yesterday I'd thought nothing could bring me down? When I'd been so perfectly happy? God, that all seems like a load of bullshit. A big fat smelly pile of God damn fucking bullshit.

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Wonders of wonders, Father D. called me into his office a couple minutes before class released for lunch. I was still feeling cranky since this morning, and I really couldn't possibly care about the latest sob story he'd gotten a hold of.

When I walked into his office, slumping into my usual seat across from him, I noticed a concerned look in his eyes. "Hello, Susannah," the old man greeted me, smiling one of those awful force smiles. "How are you today?" Again, with that awful smile.

My shoulders hunched. "Eh, I could be better." I frowned, emphasizing that I'm not feeling all that great. "So, what's up, Father Dom?"

That look returned to his eyes. Folding his hands together on his desk, he opened his mouth to say something, and then closed it, probably rethinking what he was going to tell me. "I-I… well, I-" god, what is it? He's hesitating to tell me, it must be pretty serious. "-Susannah, please don't be upset when I tell you this, but-" what the hell, just tell me already, "-I've received a phone call from the hospital, it's about," Oh my God, no! Is it my mom? See, these stomachaches are the bringers of all news bad. Like a hurricane that sweeps by ocean towns destroying everything in its path.

"Is it my mom? Is she ok?" I leaned forward in my chair, closer to the good father.

"Well, no Susannah, it's," I noticed that he was fiddling with the pack of cigarettes he keeps in his desk. "It's Jesse, Susannah." Nooooooooooooooo! "He seems to have fallen into a coma." He finally said it. But I wish he hadn't. This can't be happening, it just can't! Jesse means everything to me! What if he never wakes up? Oh my god. My whole body started trembling and I felt my eyes moisten.

"He-he….. he's in a coma?" No, he won the jackpot! God, Suze, dumb question, he just said that Jesse's in a coma.

He nodded, "I'm afraid so, Susannah. They don't know what induced it yet, but someone found him at the bottom of the staircase from his apartment and called 911."

I nodded dumbly; I couldn't accept that Jesse was lying in the hospital, unconscious.

"No. No, it can't be. He was perfectly fine yesterday when he left my house. They must have him confused with someone else. It can't be my Jesse. My Jesse's fine. I'll prove it, I'll call him, and he'll answer, and everything will be fine. It's all just one big misunderstanding." I'd been shaking my head all the while speaking, while my hand frantically searched through my purse to find my cell phone.

"Susannah, slow down, you're speaking to fast." I half heard father Dominic; I'd already stared dialing in his number, not feeling bothered to search him up on my contacts list. The phone rang 5 times, then His voice: "Hey, this is Jesse, I can't answer you now, but leave a message and I'll get back to you later." Damn! His voice mail. I tried his apartment number this time, and again, I got his answering machine.

I felt a warm trail of something slide down my cheeks, followed by a few more. That's when I realized I was crying, and then, to my utter dismay, I was sobbing in Father D's office. The poor guy, he must be so uncomfortable. He never knows what to do in these situations when I cry me eyes out in his office.

Father D. got up from his seat across the desk and came to my side, placing a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Now, Susannah, there's no need to over react, he could very well wake up by today." Not over react? How can I not? I mean, the love of my life is after all in a coma in the hospital. And it just feels final. As if fate just can't accept the fact that we defied everything to be together at last.

Good ole Father Dom stuck it out through my whole blubber fest, and when I'd contained myself had to release for class would be starting soon. I'd missed all of lunch, but I wasn't hungry. I felt empty on the inside, hollow, and somehow I know I'd end up regurgitating whatever I'd eat. Checking my make-up, I stepped out of his office, holding my head down low, avoiding the worried looks on the secretaries as I passed them.

I heard Suze get called up to the principal's office. Surprise, surprise there, when doesn't she? I knew she'd be in there her whole lunch hour, so as soon as I finished eating my hot dog and fries, I went to wait outside the principal's office for whenever she came out.

Then the door finally opened and I stepped forward to greet her, hoping she'd be in a better mood. "Suze, feeling better…" I dropped my sentence as her head lifted up, and her nose was a deep shade of red, her eyes were swollen, and I could tell her eye make-up was streaked just the slightest bit. She'd been crying. I took her into my arms and held her tightly, rubbing my hand along her shoulder comfortingly. "What happened?" I whispered into her hair.

She didn't respond for a long time, and every now and then she would sniff her nose. I felt the slightest wet spot in my shirt, but I didn't care. The poor girl was clearly devastated and needed to cry out whatever it is that's on her mind.

Being in Paul's arms was truly comforting, he didn't care that I staining his shirt with my tears, and he just held me till I finally broke away and went to sit at a chair in the waiting area. Paul followed kneeling down in front of me when I sat. I buried my head into my hands, stifling a sob.

Composing myself, somewhat, I looked into his concerned deep blue eyes. "It's Jesse," I whispered.

Hearing his name, I tensed, with dread and anger. If that son of a bitch did anything to hurt Suze, I'd have to beat him bloody pulp. "Suze what happened? What'd he do?"

She shook her head, laughing this unbelieving laugh, "He didn't do anything. He's at the hospital, in a coma."

Holy crap, Rico's in a coma? When'd this happen? My hand reached for Suze's knee, where I pulled one of her arms down. "Suze, Look at me. Everything will be fine, ok. Trust me; Rico's not ready to leave you behind in this world. I know he's lying in that bed right now, struggling to wake up again, so he can see your beautiful face again. So he can touch you again, and kiss you, and to see you're pretty smile, so he can…" I cut off my sentence, that's the nearest I've gotten to admitting my true feelings for her. Her gaze drifted towards my eyes questioningly. But she didn't say anything about it, and her eyes drifted else where.

But again, everything I said could very will be a lie; I don't know for sure what's happened with him, and who knows, maybe he really will die. Again. Man, that's got to suck big time. I mean, being dead 130 years, come back to life for one year, only to die again? Talk about the shittiest existence ever. Dead at 22, well, 20 since hey he is legally two years younger than his actual age, but I don't think that makes much a difference.

God, I hate crying! I hate all those sympathetic looks that people give you, and they don't know what the hell to do. So, I was thankful when my tears finally subsided. Just like in Father D's office, I checked what I looked like in my compact mirror. I wasn't too satisfied with my appearance. While my make-up had stayed intact thanks to the wonders of water-proof mascara and eyeliner, my whole face looked like a lost cause. Covered with red blotchy spots and puffiness around the eyes, it just didn't look all too appealing, ya know?

It didn't help that I kept rubbing my eyes, while carefully as so not to smudge my make-up. I'm pathetic aren't I? I find out my boyfriends in the hospital, and I still worry about my make up and appearance? Am I really that shallow? God, I hope not, because then I'd be no better than Kelly and her cronies.

Paul was still in kneeling in front of me, his eyes conveying genuine concern. "Thanks, Paul," I said in reference to being so patient while I cried.

"Would you like a ride to the hospital after school?" Nodding, I stood up and started heading back out, as students filed into their classes.

"Yeah. I really want to see him." We walked away, his arm draped around my shoulders and me leaning against him. Somehow, I felt like nothing could harm me with him holding me like that. I have this weird feeling in my stomach, being in Paul's hold like that, but it feels kind of good, too.

Strolling into our 6th period class like together must've looked pretty odd to our classmates, based on the fact they're convinced we hate each other, yet we stroll in looking pretty comfy, and my eyes puffed out beyond belief, trying to beat our Rudolf with a redder nose; if the looks we got is any suggestion.

We went to our seats in the fourth row, where we're destined to sit next to each other forever due to our last name's alphabetical position: Simon, Slater. Walking down the rows to my seat, I received one quizzical look from Adam, and Cee had already sprawled a note that she handed me as I took my seat. She too sat in the back, one row away.

Cee: What's goin' on? You're eyes are mega red, and WTF? Paul Slater had his arm around your shoulders?

Me: Cee, I'll explain later. There's too much going on right now. And it sucks.

I handed the note back to Cee and she didn't question me further, though did look worried. Poor her, she's my best friend yet I always leave her out of things, and never fully explain the whole truth. What can I do? My life's just one big freak accident after another.

The next hour and twenty minutes ticked by one gut wrenching, spine tingling second after another, each tick getting longer and longer as they passed by. I couldn't focus in Spanish, my last class at all. Everything the teacher said reminded me about Jesse, even if it didn't pertain to Jesse at all. I'm taking this class for him, so we can one day have a family, and we'll raise our kids to learn Spanish, and we'll live happily ever after. But if he never wakes up? Then what? I'd have wasted my time learning Spanish for a man who lived his whole life dead. Or something like that.

My eyes still glued to the clock, I watched as the last minute ticked away, second after second. Sixty more of those later, and Mrs. Gutierrez dismissed our class, at last. I headed straight for the black BMW I know all too well. While waiting for Paul to arrive, I called my mom, telling her about Jesse being in the hospital, and how I'd be back before dinner. She aw, honeyed me and said everything would turn out fine and said good-bye since she was at work preparing for the afternoon news show. Not a second later had I hung up that Cee called me.

"Hey, Cee." She greeted me then scolded me about my bitchiness today. "Yeah, sorry about that. But it really hasn't been my day." Paul showed up, nodded a hello, and I settled into the car, not having heard a thing Cee Cee said. "Um, hey, listen I got to go. I'm going to the hospital, Jesse's in a come, explaining my bitchiness. I'll call you when I get home ok?" She was totally understanding about it and hung up.

Two texts then came in to my inbox, one from Adam, the other from Brad.

Adam: Suze? Hey Cee just told me about Jesse. I'm sorry, k. If you wanna talk later, just call me. Maybe we can meet at the Coffee Clutch later. C Ya.

Brad: Where the hell are you? I'm leaving w/out you. Get your own damn ride.

Exasperated, I groaned. Why the hell did I want one of theses damn things in the first place? They're so annoying.

"Bad day, eh?" Paul asked a cheesy comforting smile on his face.

"That obvious? C'mon, let's just go to the hospital, I'm sure Jesse would like to see you too, his best friend and all." It's weird how their relationship ended up working out. When Jesse was a ghost, they couldn't be in the same room, not they're always together if I'm not with either of them. Paul's become less of an ass with Jesse's good influences, and Jesse's been introduced to life in the 21st century via Paul. They've both taught each other things that make them better people.

I don't know why, but my hand took a hold of Suze's. I wasn't doing it so I could feel the softness of her skin against mine, but more in a comforting gesture, to tell her I'd be there for her.

"We're the only people he's got, Suze. Me, you, and Father Dominic." It's kind of sad really. The poor guy's got no one in his life, no one but the three of us. It must be tough for him; having come from a big tight-knit family and watching them all die, never having said good-bye to them.

As much as I hate my own family, at least they're there for me still.

Paul's right, Jesse's got no one in his life that matters to him, no one but me, Paul, And Father D. It breaks my heart that such a good man is condemned to such a life. He's told me on a thousand accounts that he's happy to be alive again. He's finally studying to be a doctor, and best of all, he's alive. That and he's got me. But is all that enough to make him happy? Without his mother, father, his sisters-who he's told me loved more than anything else.

The ride to the hospital took a strain of silence, with no conversation between me and Paul, and the radio was off. The only sound being the wind coming in through the windows and car rolling over the pavement. Not five minutes later did we pull into the hospital parking lot and headed towards the receptionist, asking for Jesse de Silva.

Reaching room 405, I was nervous. Would I like the sight that lie before me? A limp Jesse resting on a hospital bed like that night we brought him back?

"I'll give you ten minutes alone with him, Suze. Then I'll come in." Suze responded by entering the room, somewhat hesitantly, and he head bowed down.

I can't feel a thing. I'm stuck in a place, pitch black, reminding me of the terrible Shadowland I was once taken too. Only, where I'm at there isn't an endless corridor of doors, or an impenetrable fog. I try looking down to try and catch a glimpse of myself in the engulfing darkness, but I'm stiff being pushed forward through darkness by an unseen gentle force.

The whole time I've been here, I've heard distant sounds, voices. The last I remember I was on my way to class, then the darkness took over. I wish I could see mi querida, but that will not be happening soon. I'm stuck in this darkness.

I just wish I could tell her I love her, if I won't ever see her again.

I think I'm dead, again. Irony of ironies. This is what it felt like for a second before I found myself hovering over my body. Only this time, the feeling has been prolonged, but I don't know how much time has really passed. This feeling could only be a second long for all I know.

All I do know, however is that when I died the first time, I wasn't surrounded by this darkness for nearly as long.

Querida, si puedes oírme, quiero que sepas que te amo, con todo mi corazón, no me dejes, querida. I love you to much, please, don't leave me. If you're even here at all.

I know you're here. I can feel you, and hear you, though you sound a million miles away. I love you. That's all you need to know, querida.

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To apotterlover, myfirst and only reviewer, I'm notcompletely sure if I want to kill Jessequite yet, but by the things are going, I'm guessin yes. That's kinda spoilerish, but yeah,thats how I want my story to go.I'm thinkin this is gonna be more P/S

Chapter 3 will probably be up by the end of the weekend, if not Monday at the latest.