AN: Thanks so much for the reviews… It seriously means a lot to me to know that people are reading my work. Here is the chapter you've all – or I think you have – been waiting for: the double date (Paul, Ashley, Suze and Jesse). As you can see, I have decided to call Paul's girlfriend Ashley, this is because it best matched the description of the girl I have been creating in my mind. So it is the designated name. But as for the whole personality-hair-eye colour, I decided to use a bit of each entry's! So thanks everyone who helped me on that! Enjoy, and maybe, if you can/if you have time, please review.

Elmer's Girl

Chapter Nine

Beep. Beep… Beep. Beep. Come on, pick up, I urged. Finally, on the third ring, Jesse picked up his phone.

His silky voice hit my ears and made my body feel fuzzy for a moment. 'Hello, Jesse de Silva here.' I smiled to myself, held the phone tighter in my left hand and replied back.

'Hello Mr de Silva.' I exclaimed in a bubbly – weird – voice. 'Susannah Simon here, do you think you could take my call?'

Jesse's masculine laugh echoed through the phone and into my ears. I almost sighed at the way his laugh made my body wake fully up and tingle all over again. A reminder of how much I loved this man.

'Of course, querida. Anything for you,' Said Jesse. I could imagine Jesse standing leaning against the wall, phone in hand, wearing a baggy t-shirt and a pair of green cargo's we bought last weekend.

'Okay. Come with me on a double date to the RSL, tonight, seven.' For some reason, I felt eager and powered to go to this double date. Not that it would be anything special. I still don't know why Paul wanted me to come with him. I shrugged this off, why bother thinking about Paul Slater when your talking to the most gorgeous man in Carmel – and maybe the whole world – over the phone?

'Is it with your friend CeeCee and Adam?' Jesse asked, I bit my lip. This was the part I didn't really want to have to reveal. Paul may have completely backed off of me and now both can have a converse without killing each other… but there was still no love lost. Their mutual hate for each other still rivaled on.

'Uh… No.' I took in a deep breath and got ready to tell Jesse who we were going to go with, 'It's with Paul and his new girlfriend.' I could almost feel Jesse's scowl when I mentioned the word Paul. This wasn't turning out too bad though, I thought.

'Why do you even talk to that bastardo, Susannah? He is hardly worth your time, querida. Yet you intend on spending a night with him and his girlfriend you do not even know.' I blinked. His reaction was the one I had expected, yes, but… jeez.

My eyes filled up with tears. How it happened, I did not know. Jesse scolding me like this, questioning me, had made me a little annoyed in the past, sure, but I had never cried about it before. Yet I felt a sudden deep depression, as if someone close to me had just died. The phone I had a loose grip on in my hand was suddenly tightened to almost breaking point.

A tell-tale sob escaped me. I heard Jesse gasp over the line, 'Susannah! What is wrong, querida? Why are you crying?' The tears trailed down my face and hit the phone, making a thin puddle of clear, wet drops. They ran off the phone and onto the floor, where they were soaked up by the white carpet.

'Y-y-you won't come with me… yo-your going to leave me a-alone tonight,' I responded, my voice was shrill and rung through my ears at lightning speed. I could feel another migraine soon come upon me.

'Susannah…if this is going to make you saddened then I guess I must… I should… I will pick you up in twenty minutes.' Jesse's voice was soft, laced with pity and absolutely no anger. Woah, I thought, this crying thing really persuaded him. I didn't know where it came from… I, personally, blame the hormones. That is all I seem to be blaming these days.

I let out this big sniffle and smiled, then replied, 'Thanks Jesse, see you then.' I paused, waiting for Jesse's response.

'Yes, Susannah, I will see you.'

'I love you,' I whispered before he hung up. Jesse stopped and then asked, quite rudely, 'What?' I almost burst out into laughter at his tone.

'I said, "I love you," Is that such a crime, Jesse de Silva?' I asked, a carefully plucked eyebrow raised. As if we were connected by some unknown force, I suddenly knew that Jesse was smiling. I could feel his grin.

'Of course not, Querida. I love you as well.'

'Bye,' was all that I replied with before disconnecting from the line. I put my cordless, plain white phone – I finally got a new one, other than the princess phone that had been bought for me originally by Andy and Mom – down into it's holder, where it begun charging, and raced to the door.

Holding into the wood door sill with an outstretched hand, I rested my head on the opposing side of it and called for my mother. She replied a moment later and I heard her feet slowly climb up the steps. She was dressed up nicely, her and Andy planned to go to another conference. Doc was out at another computer camp – he had one every two years – and Dopey was: somewhere. I didn't know, and frankly, didn't care what my age-equivalent step-brother was doing that that moment.

'Mom can I go out with Jesse tonight?' My mother beamed at me once the question left my lips.

'Sure Susie! No-one else is in the house and we don't want you to be lonely!' she was obviously excited about something – if the enthusiasm in her voice and total glee in the grin she shot at me was at all any indication. I asked her what it was about – my big mistake – and she launched into the large and long description of what the conference she was attending was about. When I finally looked at the clock, I realized I only had five minutes to get ready until Jesse came over! The time was six thirty and he was coming to pick me up at six thirty-five. It took us at least twenty five minutes to get to the RSL, which was on the outskirts of Carmel, and that was also if there was no traffic. More traffic more time it took to get to the RSL.

Jesse and I had been to the RSL twice already, but never with Paul and his girlfriend – he changed them weekly as well, which would obviously serve as a piece of proof in that statement. It would be a new experience for us both. Not that I was looking forward to Jesse and Paul exchanging glares but maybe Paul's girlfriend and I could have a nice chit-chat. Kind of like when Paul was with Abby – I talked to her a lot.

I rushed around my room desperately for a minute, searching for the ideal thing to wear. I also had to call Paul in that time, so I did. He said that he was in the process of getting dressed as well and he also told me we were going to a formal part of the RSL, so I should dress formally. He was going to not only let me meet his girlfriend, but also some other people I would supposedly – in Paul's words –"like" and they would supposedly "like" me back on meeting with me.

Telling Paul about Jesse, I failed to add the part about me bawling my eyes out. Like I was going to tell Paul that! Uh… No.

Something on my window seat got my attention as I was still racing around, trying to find a "formal" outfit that fit Paul's description of the club we were going to. I hoped Jesse was dressing formal, but I hardly doubted that he would go in one of those baggy, button-up t-shits he wore whilst strolling around his apartment – the shirt, of course, being unbuttoned all the way. So I expected Jesse to wear something nice.

The moonstone pendant was sitting on my window-seat, shining not a white hue, but that of a deep green. The colour reminded me of something – the green sash I had worn at Ophelia's! I didn't have to wear that (it did seem a little too spiritual for a trip to the RSL) but I could just wear the dress. It was beautiful and formal as well – just as Paul had directed.

I slipped on the dress – perfect fit. I hadn't yet started to show, I didn't expect that for another few weeks or something. Man, I thought in a daze, I really have to research all these tenures and terms in pregnancy...

And what I can cancel out in the list of events that have happened to me so far – sudden mood swings, tripping over everywhere, exhaustion, morning sickness (that one was obvious) and everything else I had did that was odd (not in the psychic way) in this week and the last – to determine which parts of my past few weeks were a simple mishap or a side-effect of pregnancy.

'Mom! Can I borrow a pair of your heels!' There was no reply, I guess mom and Andy had left already. I hadn't heard them go though, I thought with furrowed eyebrows as I stumbled into the master bedroom of my parent's suite. It was completely vacated.

I searched around at the bottom of the wardrobe – where mom always kept her pairs of shoes – and plucked out a pair of really nice, silver heels. Mom had worn them for her engagement party before the wedding of her and Andy. They didn't fit her anymore so that was why she hadn't worn them to the conference. Had they still fit, she would have worn them all the time. They really were a stunning pair of shoes.

Hurriedly, I shoved a toothbrush full of toothpaste in my mouth and packed a small number of items in my purse as I brushed my teeth thoroughly. Once I had rinsed my mouth out and zipped up my purse, I determined what style of hair I would have – not having time to shower or blow-dry my hair really left me in a spot of trouble, not to mention bother.

I screwed up my face and wished for a sudden miracle, my hair was a mess and Jesse would be there at any minute!

Maybe – Maybe I could use some unknown shifter power to help me. Or the pendant! I scooped up the Celtic Moonstone Pendant and walked back into the bathroom. Staring at my infamous bad hair, I closed my eyes and willed all my problems away – except for the fact that I wanted my hair to look beautiful.

With a wave of energy, I suddenly felt light. As light as a feather – weightless. It was a beautiful feeling and I felt the pendent levitate again. When I dared to open my eyes – after the wave had ended – it was securely around my neck.

I turned to look at my room before I actually glimpsed at my reflection. I let out a gasp of delight and shock – my room was completely clean. Moments ago, before I had thought up the wave of energy, there were clothes, shoes and handbags sewn all over the floor… and now… it was spotless! I grinned at my good fortune. I was starting to like this pendant's power now…

Then I turned to myself in the mirror. I gasped and almost fainted.

The girl – no, woman, in the mirror looked beautiful, nothing like me… yet she was me. We had the same emerald eyes and chestnut hair, only her eyes were alight with a emerald fire and a glint that showed only confidence.

Her face was in the same expression as mine held, but her hair – it was wavy, all the way down to her elbows. I most definitely knew my hair wasn't that long before I had played around with the pendant's magic. In some of the chocolate waves that fell, there was ribbon entwined in them, the ribbon was fine and silver, like the dress and the heels I wore on my feet.

She had make-up on as well. Eyeshadow which was also silver and a lipstick that was a tone deeper than my lips had been before, both the top and bottom lip, when captured by the light, looked very full and wet. They were large and pouty as well, I stuck my bottom lip out and made my eyes huge – it seemed that as this person, as this version of me, I had mastered the puppy dog look.

I stopped gaping at myself when I heard the phone ring. I picked it up absently, in fact, I didn't notice I had picked it up until a calm voice echoed through the phone line and into my ear – startling me.

'Hello, May I please talk to Susannah Simon?' I didn't recognize the speaker right away, so I replied with, 'Uh – Speaking. Who is this?'

The person on the other end – by the sounds of it, a woman – laughed deeply. Her voice had a familiar mysterious air to it. 'Oh, my dear, it is Ophelia.' Oh, now I knew. I must have been so out of it that I hadn't realized it was her. She continued to speak in my absence of words.

'I just called to let you know that there is no point in contacting me for the next few days. I will be at a convention in Chicago. I hope this is alright, dear child, for I only called you because you are a friend of mine.' She sounded quite happy, and mysterious, as she always did.

'That's alright. Thank-you for calling and letting me know, Ophelia, uh- I'm a little busy right now so I guess I'll phone you – or see you, in a couple of days.' I replied, a little shakily. Ophelia retorted shortly, 'Okay, dear. I should be going now.'

Before she hung up, however, she assured me. 'Do not worry. You look stunning, Miss Susannah Simon.' And then she hung up, leaving me to stare at my phone.

-(§)-

When I heard a knock downstairs, my body rippled with a sudden confidence. I already knew that I looked amazing – I wasn't being vain though, I still could hardly believe that I was this girl I saw – but I needed to hear it from Jesse, my date tonight and my love forever, himself.

I ran gleefully to open the door, swinging it open and almost jumping giddily into Jesse's arms. But then I noticed that Jesse wasn't there.

'Jesse?' I whispered quietly, more to myself than anyone else. I didn't feel very confident anymore. But maybe Jesse was just out on the balcony of our house.

I was right in thinking that. He was. Jesse was dressed up nicely and looked as gorgeous as ever with his windswept – from night's current of air – thick, black hair and beautiful, olive-complection. He was an angel. With a smile at the sudden thought of: My Angel. I got Jesse's attention by clearing my throat and he turned his body towards me.

My green eyes met his dark one's and I felt myself falling once more into the abyss and soul of the angel I found there. A soul could never be more beautiful, I thought as I gazed at his intense eyes.

After a moment of staring at him, I noticed what had happened to his face. It wasn't smiling as it normally would when we went out on dates, his mouth was open, forming an "O" and his eyes seemed to be on fire as he looked me up and down. A deep flush formed on his cheeks and at any other time, I would have laughed and teased him, but now didn't seem to be the time to do that.

As Jesse was checking me out, I decided to scan him and what he was wearing. Clad in a short-sleeved white top, with thin, brown and caramel, vertical lines running in various places on one side of the button-up shirt. There were small, horizontal, pink and white strips on the collar and where V where the shirt was buttoned up and larger squares of dark pink on the other side of the shirt that was not occupied by brown and carmel lines. On any other man, I would say it made them look queer. But on Jesse, it gave him that oh so familiar 1850 look. Only this time, I thought with an inwardly giggle, he didn't have the spray-on tight pants. In their place was a pair of plain white jeans.

Over the top of this, he wore a beige jacket. But I assumed that later he would remove it when we actually entered the club. His hair was neatly done back but there were a few strands of black that were being stubborn and kept falling out of the mop of hair he had. It gave him an innocent yet hot and sexy look. Dark eyes were still gaping me when I finished checking him out.

Finally, Jesse pieced the silence with a stuttering summary of my looks in his eyes. 'Susannah, Querida … you look absolutely stunning. I-I mean, you look beautiful and radiant all the time but when you dress like this… you are a muy lindo y candela. And in the moment of you stepping across my path of vision I can hardly believe that such being as you could grace me with you're virtuous presence.' (an: spanish-to-english translation "you are a very pretty and beautiful woman")

I couldn't help but grin and fall into the refuge of Jesse's arms – where nothing would ever hurt me. 'Although I cannot do such a speech as good as yours was just then, Jesse, you are an angel bought down from heaven and you are, in your speech, wrong about one thing.'

I looked up at him through half-closed eyes. 'It's me who can hardly believe that such a gorgeous and loving man could ever consider feeling anything for me. But I will not spend all this night arguing with you, I love you with my heart, body and soul and, if I can help it, I'm never going to let you go.'

'Susannah, I -' I put a figure to his lips, stopping his speech, then, grabbing him lightly by the shirt, I pulled his face down to mine, so our foreheads were touching imperceptibly, and I claimed his lips to my own.

Immediately, Jesse responded to my kiss. I felt his arms wrap around my waist and all my troubles disappear as I coiled my hands around his neck and ran my fingers through my hair. The kiss lasted for about five minutes before I caught sight of the time and broke it off.

'Shi-' Jesse, although still breathing hard and his eyes still heavy with passion, gave me a warning look, he didn't like my use of swearing. 'Crap! Look at the time, we have to go!' I grinned in spite of the situation and took Jesse's hand, closing the doors to the house and locking the front one. We ran down the balcony's wooden stairs, down the driveway and into Jesse's car. He hopped into the drivers seat and I, into that of the passengers.

Once we set out towards the Carmel RSL, me and Jesse were in fits of laughter at the fact that we had wasted fifteen minutes or so talking and kissing. 'Paul would just have to deal with it,' I told him, 'He can't expect anything higher from us.'

Jesse responded with a silky whisper, 'A goddess and a fool in love.' I flushed red as he had done the first time he saw me that night. I knew, however, and I was pretty sure Jesse knew, that he was no fool.

I just smiled at him. Jesse was a good driver and was used to driving with one hand so I didn't hesitate when he slipped his hand into mine and our fingers entwined together, in fact, I welcomed the gesture. Anything to be with, and to touch, Jesse.

'Correction: A goddess and an Angel, in love.' I looked out at the black blurs that were trees as we drove past the usual Carmel scenery. I couldn't help but add: 'Because we both know that you, under no circumstances, are a fool, Jesse.'

'Except when I'm in love with you.' Was the reply. I blushed a deeper shade of scarlet as we rounded another corner.

-(§)-

'Hey Paul!' I greeted Paul as Jesse and I parked the car and exited the parking lot. Paul and a stunning girl who had medium brown hair with hints of blonde (they did not seem dyed and actually looked really good on her) and grey eyes were standing outside the back entrance to the RSL. This girl was obviously Paul's new girlfriend.

I shot her a smile but she only responded with a frown. If I knew better I would say she hated me, but I thought for the moment being to let it pass. Maybe she proved to be a nice person when conversation occurred.

It didn't seem to want to occur soon, since, like Jesse had, Paul was gaping at me. Jesse took this time, seeing Paul's direction of his eyes, to push me closer to him by wrapping an arm around my waist. I grinned up at him and he grinned back. The next time I turned to the girl, who was in a quite revealing but beautifully coloured deep crimson dress, she glared at me.

Paul seemed to snap out of it soon enough. When he had fully regained himself, he just smirked, held the girl's hand tighter and introduced us. 'Suze, Jesse, this is Ashley. Ashley, Baby, this is Susannah Simon- 'He indicated me, 'And Jesse de Silva. They're the friends I was talking about.' Briefly I wondered what Paul had said to Ashley about us

Ashley's voice was almost emotionless. Paul was the only one not shocked my her tone. 'Lets go inside.' It was a simple request but listening to her say it in the tone she did, it seemed more of a demand. Paul followed her in like a puppy – loyal to it's master.

Paul Slater might not see it, but Jesse and I certainly did – Ashley had him wrapped around her finger.

Ashley walked around the RSL like she owned the place. Everyone seemed to know and like her. She flashed a winning smile to a few people and, to my surprise, she looked even more beautiful when she smiled. It wasn't too fake, not to cheesy either. The camera seemed to love her as an Italian photographer walked up with his wife – a good looking brunette – on his arm and shot a few pictures of her.

'Is Ashley a model?' I asked Paul, he shook his head, voice low as he responded, as if he did not want Ashley to overhear.

'She's an actress. An exceptionally good one, but don't let her initial dislike get to you. She was like that to me as well, when she knows you, she will get warmer towards you. Ashley's a keeper.' Paul's tone was different – almost… I don't know and correct me if I'm wrong, but he seemed to be… infatuated?

I choked back a laugh and pretended I was clearing my throat. Paul? In Love? Never. He thought he loved me, but it turned out that he only wanted me because I had rejected him first. He never really felt anything for me except lust, and the lust was mainly drawn to showing Jesse that he had lost and that Paul wanted a new bed-buddy.

I grinned and cooed, 'Ooh… Paul's been hit my cupid's arrow.' I made my eyes look large and pouting but all Paul did was roll his. Usually, Paul couldn't resist the eyes. And that was how I knew it was true… Paul was in love. Finally.

It was weird though. Anyone would take a look at Paul's super ego and arrogance then label him a definite player. Yet I noticed how he warmed up to Ashley like he had never done to someone before. I didn't know what to see in Ashley yet, I had only just met her, but what Paul saw was obviously someone that satisfied his desires.

Back to the RSL with the velvet-looking blue carpet and the red walls and lots of people, the RSL was a place that I enjoyed often. People were talking, holding shots in their hands and some were – like the Italian Photographer – taking pictures.

The RSL was a formal outing since we seemed to be going into an expensive part of it. Paul said the costs of the entrance fee and any additional food would be payed for by him but the liquor had to be payed by ourselves only. I didn't really plan on getting drunk tonight and neither, looking at the responsibility he was taking, did Jesse.

Ashley came up to us a moment later. With baby blue eyes she smiled at Paul and told him, 'I got us a place. Lets go.' Then she looked at Jesse and I for a moment before turning around with her arm looped with Paul's and towards the elevator on the left side of the lobby.

Wait… I thought for a moment. Then I did a double take. Blue eyes? I thought she had grey. Must just be a problem with my eyesight. I suddenly became conscious of my eyes and rubbed them for a moment. Then grinned at Jesse and we walked towards the elevator.

We got into the small, crowded room just before the doors closed. With five people already in the limited space I had to stay pretty close to Jesse. So close, in fact, that our hips were touching and Jesse's hands were tightened on my waist.

Upon entering the restaurant, I gasped. It was hard not to. The place was absolutely beautiful. It was high up from the ground – the top floor of the RSL (which, when you counted them, had 10 floors all together) I'm betting.

The place was surrounded by the dark, lush colour of red. Dark red was common there, by what I could see. There were green plants to left side of the tables, which were a normal, bronze colour of wood.

Jesse's hand fell from my waist and he took my hand warmly into his. As Ashley and Paul were talking to the hostess – a lovely raven haired, slightly pale girl with hazel eyes and a large smile – Jesse bought my hand up and towards his lips. He kissed my knuckles and I tried and failed in suppressing a giggle, it bubbled out of me. Jesse smiled at me in return and we followed Paul onto the designated table.

It was only then that I realized the tables were moving. In fact, the rotation wasn't only to our table, but all of them. I had at first, once stepping into the restaurant, wondered why the tables were in a circle formation around the elevator, kitchen and hosting table – which were all in the middle of the place.

Dinner at the restaurant was fabulous. Everything from the menu I recognized and the meals I selected were great. The only thing I would have to tell other than the exquisite food and service at the restaurant was about Ashley.

She talked to us normally but I wasn't worried about that. It was her eyes – they had changed again. I realized that it wasn't my imagination halfway through the dinner when they changed from Medium Blue to Purple and after they did she seemed to turn dreamy.

And after an hour of watching her talk and act, Ashley didn't seem the dreamy type. In fact, she was very alert and quick. But when her eyes changed, it took her twenty seconds or so before she would respond with a question.

I wanted to ask her about it. But if I was just hallucinating, she would think of me a freak. I decided I would ask Paul when I next got the chance to.

Other than that, the night went well. After the food, Paul and Ashley went to meet a few people, leaving me alone with Jesse.

'Susannah.' Jesse's serious tone caused my gaze to immediately snap to his. I was sucking up breath to reply when he continued. 'I just needed the time to say that I was sorry for my quite shallow actions on the night prior to our last date.'

I scanned back to that day, quite confused. Then I realized what he was talking about. The night I told him I was pregnant. When I didn't say anything, Jesse continued.

'I was foolish and intoxicated by the beauty of you and your body. I am sorry for my forward attitude and you know-' He used his hands to cup my face, '-that I love you and am not with you only for…' There was a pause, 'The… intimate actions.' I grinned. I knew what he was talking about. The sex.

I giggled and then cupped his face with my hands as he lowered his, 'Apology accepted. I think I was much to nervous to notice though. But I'm glad I managed to tell you that were – and still are – going to have a baby.' Jesse beamed back at me and kissed both of my hands before looking at the clock and down at me again.

'It is late. Midnight. We should get you back home.' He still held my hands and when he stepped up, so did I. We paid for the drinks – mine a small vodka, Jesse's: Creaming Soda (an: I just had to make Jesse drink that, it was a necessary step in the making of this fic) – then Jesse leaned in, leaving my hands to roam the back of his neck, and planted a gossamer kiss lightly on my nose. I couldn't resist giggling again.

Jesse left me for a moment. He went to tell Paul and Ashley of our decision to leave – or, at least, his decision, I was only going a long with it – and was back a minute later.

'Paul and Ashley have been informed of our choice. Now, Querida – we may go.' He smiled down at me again, put his beige jacket back over his other clothing and we walked out of the RSL – hand in hand. I felt on top of the world at that moment.

Once we had vacated the RSL and were on our way out to the car, I shivered. It was freezing out. I unraveled my fingers from Jesse's and started to hug myself. I didn't mean to attract his attention, it was an action that was almost a reflex for me – having lived in New York for so long, and the nights of Carmel were also quite cold – but Jesse, being the observant gentleman he was, saw my attempt to warm up myself and handed over his coat, stopping to watch me put it on over my dress.

As we started walking again, I walked in closer to Jesse and hugged his arm, resting my head on the upper part of it (an: aww… I seriously could imagine Suze doing that to Jesse) he was slightly startled at the feeling of my head on his arm, I could tell, but he didn't let it bug him further.

Opening up the passenger side of the car first, Jesse opened my door for me and did a little bow. I laughed and thanked him. He took my hand again and laid another beautiful little kiss on my knuckles before walking around the car, to the drivers side, and getting inside himself.

'Jesse, I -' I didn't get to finish my question. I was actually going to ask if Jesse wanted his jacket back. But he placed two soft fingers on my lips to silence me. It worked rather well. I laid my own little kisses on the fingers before he removed them. When he did, I was about to ask him the question again, but it was once again placed in the back of my mind when he cocked his head to me, leaned over the gears of the car, and kissed my full on the lips.

A little surprised, it took me a moment to respond. Before I knew it, Jesse had a vice grip on my body and my hands were roaming his back, before massaging his shoulders as we kissed. We had had a lot of these kisses this week. I felt lucky to even be kissed my Jesse at all, it really was a privilege.

Once the kiss was over, Jesse leaned over to me again as soon as he had gulped up enough air to breathe properly again. I was expecting him to land another kiss on me but he didn't. He seized the seatbelt hanging dormant beside me then pulled it across my body, and, despite my pouts and complaints that I could do it myself, clipped in my seatbelt before he did his own.

Soon we were on the move again. With every passing moment, I felt even more drowsy. When we finally arrived at 99 Pine-Crest Road, I was so tired and inert, that Jesse had to carry me inside the house, up the stairs and tuck me into bed. I liked it because before he left, he gave me a kiss on each eyelid, then both of my cheeks, my forehead and finally my lips.

Personally, I would have liked him to read me a bedtime story like my Father used to do when I was little, but kissing me was enough to send me off into a slumber anyway.

AN: That chapter would have to be the most fluffiest and most longest chapter I have written in the history of this fic. Really, I would say it was my favorite one to write. It really was a joy.

The restaurant in this story was based on the Revolving Restaurant in the Blacktown Workers Club, Blacktown, Sydney, Australia. Btw, that is where I live So I'm sorry if – and I doubt there is one actually there – there is no RSL in Carmel. I felt like putting it in so I did. Since Jesse hates the cinema I could find no other place to put the two couples. So I made up an RSL and placed it smack bang in Carmel.

Also, the last thing, if you like this story, then you'll surely enjoy a new one me and a friend have created it is called: 'and then the shit hits the fan.' It's in my friend's account which is: Benji's-xpunk.

Seriously, when you read that story, let me give you one piece of advice: Take the title seriously. It is very weird and hilariously funny… It has many references to J/S.

So I'm sure those people who support the relationship of Suze and Jesse will like it as well. (Well… you will eventually, it's actually a Jesse/Suze Breakup-Makeup story. Like Reunion by Kodiak its about Suze coming back to Carmel after four years.)

Long Authors note for a damn long Chapter! What happened to my decision on chapter lengths? Oo Oh well. More fun for the family… our 'Candela' family, that is.

-Elmer's Girl

P.S: More Spanish Lyrics to piss you off because you don't know what they mean. But if you do, Go you! Spanish songs rock! Especially Chayanne, my one and only love (even though he's married in real life… shut up! I can still dream!) and ValiantGoddess' Bunnie (lmao, she mocks the singer more than she likes him)…

Si el viento sopla a tu favor
Suelta las velas del amor
Y dale rienda a la locura

Que se despierte la ilusion
Que vuele tu imaginacion
Bialando al ritmo de la vida

Baila Baila (Dance, Dance) Chayanne.