Punk_Rock_Princess - Oh, that's weird it wouldn't let review. Oh well thanks! Thanks! Thanks! Thanks! Ok now I"LL shut up...
Jennifer - Well, Jesse could kill Paul but I don't think we want that stuff to happen to poor sweet Jesse! Hehe thanks for the review.
Jennifer - Hey!! That's not nice I thought I was loosing a reader! Hehe my story is sweet!
Write-on3108 - Yeah I know...lol I'm lazy! Glad you love it still!
Claire - I'm sorry!!!!! I will try writing faster!
Imasecret13 - Hey Ash! Here I am updating once again and you must update yours! I live off your story its too good not to update!! Hehe. Thanks for all your help.
Emily - Thanks!! I'm glad you also still like my story and I hope you got all my reviews because I was soo happy about Willie the Demon!
Oh by the way I would like to dedicate this chapter to Imasecret13 (AKA Ash) because she helped me with this chapter. Well, basically she just listened...er well read, my ideas that I shot off her and told me what was good or not! She also gets me to write faster when I am feeling lazy. So hats off to you Ash! You rock my socks!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Chapter 11~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
-SUZE POV-
"AHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, jolting straight up in bed. There is only one thing, or rather one person who can make me this scared. Yup, you guessed it. Paul Slater. "What are you DOING here Paul?" I had just woken up from my unconscious state and there sat Paul on the edge of my bed just staring at me.
He leaned forward a bit, so I slid as far back as I could. "I won't hurt you, Suze," He said in a calm soothing voice. A voice I had never heard him use before. It was as if this...demon like boy really does have feelings. Was I wrong about Paul? NO! This is just my headache not making me think straight. He could not and would not fool me again.
He searched my face and said in the same soft voice, "Suze? What's wrong? It looks like you are about to be sick or something."
I was speechless! He wants to know what's wrong with me? I wanna know what the hell is wrong with him! He can't just come in here whenever he pleases. Especially if I am unconscious! Who knows what he could have done! I mean how long has he even been here? I did I get here? God, I am so freaking confused.
"What's wrong? You want to know what's wrong with me?"
"Yes, Suze I do. I mean if you are about to throw up on me I would like to know." He said in his normal joking voice. I just glared at him and he said, "Besides..." He looked embarrassed but kept looking at me. "I care about you. A lot. And I know you don't care about me, but Suze I can't live without knowing you at least forgive me."
His voice was so heavy with emotion. Caring, sadness, and hope. "Paul...wait how did you even get up here?"
He finally smiled. I was starting to think that he couldn't anymore. "Oh that was easy. I ran the doorbell, and it was opened and I walked in."
"Ha ha. Very funny Paul," I said but couldn't help but smile myself. I never thought I would hear myself say this, but I was glad Paul was joking around again. "But seriously who let you in? Mom and Andy aren't home."
"Oh your brother Brad let me in." He then looked confused and said, "He thought it was so funny that I was here and kept saying 'Suze is soo busted..."
I suddenly got very mad at Dopey. "God, Dopey is such an idiot! I am not suppose to have guys in my room when my parents aren't home, and he likes getting me in trouble."
Paul started laughing then. "Dopey? You call Bard Dopey? That fits him pretty well!"
I started laughing as well and said in between giggles, "Yup! David is Doc and Jake is Sleepy!"
This made Paul fall off my bed from laughing so hard. Wait...I LET Paul sit on my bed? What's happening here? Why is he being nice? Then it dawned on me. Paul normally is nice to me, well in between him trying to kiss me, and just because of one bad time I have made it my job to make his life a living hell. Maybe if I act nicer toward Paul he would stop stalking me and kissing me. Maybe he would even leave Jesse alone. Maybe we would become friends. When I thought this, I realized that it would be fun to be friends with this hot guy. Nothing more just friends.
"So, like the seven dwarves?" He asked me.
"Uh, yeah. I came up with it when I first met them." I said feeling a little embarrassed. All of a sudden I was very aware of Paul being a guy. A hot guy at that! I have never had this problem with Paul. It is like I LIKE him...as in a crush. EW!
Paul chuckled and said, "That's cute."
I was starting to get really weirded out. "Uh thanks. Listen Paul...I still don't feel well, so I was wondering if maybe you could leave so I can sleep."
Paul's smile faded a little then and he said, "Oh...um ok then..." He sounded...hurt? What is up with that?
"No Paul! I seriously don't feel well. I mean I did hit my head really hard twice." I looked down at my hands and said blushing, "Maybe we can go out for like dinner or something sometime?" I looked up at him and to say he looked shocked would be an understatement.
"Yeah! I would love that Suze." He then leaned forward and lightly kissed me on the cheek and said, "Get well, Suze."
I am sorry to say that when he leaned forward I was hoping that he would do more...NO! What am I saying? "Um. Bye Paul. I'll talk to you later."
He smiled once more and said, "I can't wait."
I sat there then remembered my manners. "Oh wait Paul! I'll walk you down."
He looked at me like I was crazy. "Suze, no there is no need. You need rest."
I got up and walked over to him and wrapped my arm around his and looked up at him. "Nope! It's fine. Then I promise once you leave I will go to bed."
"Are you sure?"
"Yup." Ok I have no idea why I am acting this way. It's not like he is controlling me, and if he was controlling me I have a feeling we would be doing more then talking. Maybe I knocked some screws lose when I hit my head.
We walked down the stairs in silence. We reached the door and Paul turned to me. "Uh, Suze? I hope you don't mind me saying this, but I know you don't feel the same way about me. I love you."
I looked up at him, like I have said before he is tall, and smiled up at him. "I don't mind."
He looked like he was about to have a heart attack or something. "Wha...what? You don't mind? Well, good." We just stood there smiling at each other until Paul grabbed my hand and said, "I know we have had our differences in the past, but could we be friends?"
I did something I thought I never would do by my own choice. I reached up and hugged Paul while saying, "Yeah...friends."
We said bye to each other and I watched him drive down my driveway. When he got to the end of it, he waved to me and I waved back.
I walked back to my room still smiling to myself. I wasn't sure what happened back there, but it was like I lost all my fear of Paul. All of a sudden I trusted him almost as much as I trust Jesse. And I trust Jesse with my life. I was still trying to decide whether or not this was a bad thing when I walked into my room.
I climbed into bed when I heard a loud angry, "WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT SUSANNAH?"
I jumped because I was still thinking...yes about Paul. I looked up and it was Jesse, and he looked pissed. "What was what about Jesse?" I asked all innocently.
"Why was that hijo de puta here? You two looked pretty comfy there on your bed. Then you HUGGED him!" He sounded just a bit jealous...of nothing!
"Ok...whoa there Jesse! First of all nothing happened. Yes, I hugged him, but that is what friends do!"
"FRIEND??" Jesse yelled. It is times like these I am glad that Jesse is dead. Thank god no one else could hear him. "That perro feo is your amigo? Since when? I thought you couldn't trust him...HE TRIED KILLING YOU, REMEMBER!"
"You always have to bring that up don't you Jesse! God, he has changed. Maybe from almost being KILLED himself he realized he has to be nicer to people!" I shot back at Jesse. Once I realized what was out of my mouth I felt bad, though. Jesse almost killed Paul, yes, but he had good reasons. Sort of. Well, really I don't know why he tried killing him.
I know I must have had gotten Jesse right where it hurts him, no not THERE, but the whole almost killing thing. He looked hurt then his scar gave out a brilliant flash of light. Seriously! It was lighting up my whole room! "Susannah," he said his voice barely above a whisper, yet it was deadly. "You will not talk to me like that! I did that out of rage. I wasn't thinking right...out of rage because of what he did to you. I cannot bare to see you hurt." You know, those words would mean a whole lot more to me if his voice wasn't so stern and angry.
"Because of me?" I asked in my squeaky voice. Then I got a little bit pissed at him, "WHY? What in God's name would posses you to do that?"
---Jesse---
I stood there in disbelief. Susannah is mad at ME for what happened back at the mission. Can't she see that Paul was the reason for it all? How in Dio's nombre could she trust HIM...and not me? I told her how I felt and everything! I know I shouldn't have tried to kill Paul, but when querida is in trouble I am there for her. This time I might have just gotten carried away a bit. Or a lot.
"You are mad at me for what happened at the mission, querida?" I said in a hurt voice.
She looked shocked at the hurt. She looked down at the ground and whispered something. I couldn't hear it though. I walked over to her and lifted up her chin so she would look at me. I noticed then that she was crying softy. She tried to hide them but she knew I already saw them. I pulled her into a hug and let her cry on my shirt.
"Querida? Why are you crying?" I said in a soft silky voice.
"Beecuse yoo scard ee..." I felt sick then. It felt as if I was punched one hundred times in my stomach. No, even worse then that. I had scared my Querida. I knew that's what she was saying even though she said it into my chest and said it very softly.
I made her look at me. I searched her emerald green eyes, and all I saw was hurt. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. Well unless you count, "Ahh uhh daa whaa?" It was like my brain shut down. I sighed out, "Nombre de Dios..." Well, at least I know my voice works, but my brain still was not functioning correctly. All I kept thinking was, 'I scared Susannah. Querida is afraid of ME.'
Susannah looked up at me and said in a little voice, "Jesse...you did. You scared me back there. It was like one second Paul was here and the next he was there with you with him." I must have looked confused because she said, "You were beating the shit out of him. I thought it was bad the way you two were fighting back at Brad's party, but this time he really was a second away from death." She took a deep breath and continued, "And I know you have always been there for me, but a few hours ago..." She stopped again, "Your voice was full of fire and hate so strong...I never thought that you would do something like that."
"I never thought I would either." I said softly.
"What? What do you mean?"
"I didn't want to do what I did back there Susannah. Well, no I did and that scares me too. If I killed him I would be gone. No mediator or shifter would be able to help me. I would never want to do that. I could not stand it if you couldn't see me anymore. I mean, it kills me again and again having to stay in the rectory away from you. If I killed Paul, then that was the end of it." I pulled away and started walking around her room again, a bad habit I do when I am upset or nervous or even mad. I didn't dare look at Susannah for fear of what she would say next.
"But Jesse...why do you care so much? Why does it hurt you so much to be away from me...?" She seemed to be thinking out loud more then asking the question.
I couldn't believe she didn't know this answer. After all we have been though she still has no clue about how I feel. I walked over to her and held her hand in mine. "I care because...because well, I love you Querida." I looked down at my big black boots, which were now glowing in the moonlight.
I dared to look up at my dear Querida and she looked at me. That's it, just looked at me. Then a big smile came on her face and I ran over...really I did...and gave her a big hug. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and lifted her head up. I met her halfway in a deep kiss. When I remembered she had to breathe still I pulled away. I just smiled down at her.
She opened her mouth and said, "Jesse, I lo---"
I unfortunately never got to hear those words because Susannah just blacked out in my arms for the second time in one day.
TBC!!!!!!!!
Please review!!!
Jennifer - Well, Jesse could kill Paul but I don't think we want that stuff to happen to poor sweet Jesse! Hehe thanks for the review.
Jennifer - Hey!! That's not nice I thought I was loosing a reader! Hehe my story is sweet!
Write-on3108 - Yeah I know...lol I'm lazy! Glad you love it still!
Claire - I'm sorry!!!!! I will try writing faster!
Imasecret13 - Hey Ash! Here I am updating once again and you must update yours! I live off your story its too good not to update!! Hehe. Thanks for all your help.
Emily - Thanks!! I'm glad you also still like my story and I hope you got all my reviews because I was soo happy about Willie the Demon!
Oh by the way I would like to dedicate this chapter to Imasecret13 (AKA Ash) because she helped me with this chapter. Well, basically she just listened...er well read, my ideas that I shot off her and told me what was good or not! She also gets me to write faster when I am feeling lazy. So hats off to you Ash! You rock my socks!
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Chapter 11~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
-SUZE POV-
"AHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, jolting straight up in bed. There is only one thing, or rather one person who can make me this scared. Yup, you guessed it. Paul Slater. "What are you DOING here Paul?" I had just woken up from my unconscious state and there sat Paul on the edge of my bed just staring at me.
He leaned forward a bit, so I slid as far back as I could. "I won't hurt you, Suze," He said in a calm soothing voice. A voice I had never heard him use before. It was as if this...demon like boy really does have feelings. Was I wrong about Paul? NO! This is just my headache not making me think straight. He could not and would not fool me again.
He searched my face and said in the same soft voice, "Suze? What's wrong? It looks like you are about to be sick or something."
I was speechless! He wants to know what's wrong with me? I wanna know what the hell is wrong with him! He can't just come in here whenever he pleases. Especially if I am unconscious! Who knows what he could have done! I mean how long has he even been here? I did I get here? God, I am so freaking confused.
"What's wrong? You want to know what's wrong with me?"
"Yes, Suze I do. I mean if you are about to throw up on me I would like to know." He said in his normal joking voice. I just glared at him and he said, "Besides..." He looked embarrassed but kept looking at me. "I care about you. A lot. And I know you don't care about me, but Suze I can't live without knowing you at least forgive me."
His voice was so heavy with emotion. Caring, sadness, and hope. "Paul...wait how did you even get up here?"
He finally smiled. I was starting to think that he couldn't anymore. "Oh that was easy. I ran the doorbell, and it was opened and I walked in."
"Ha ha. Very funny Paul," I said but couldn't help but smile myself. I never thought I would hear myself say this, but I was glad Paul was joking around again. "But seriously who let you in? Mom and Andy aren't home."
"Oh your brother Brad let me in." He then looked confused and said, "He thought it was so funny that I was here and kept saying 'Suze is soo busted..."
I suddenly got very mad at Dopey. "God, Dopey is such an idiot! I am not suppose to have guys in my room when my parents aren't home, and he likes getting me in trouble."
Paul started laughing then. "Dopey? You call Bard Dopey? That fits him pretty well!"
I started laughing as well and said in between giggles, "Yup! David is Doc and Jake is Sleepy!"
This made Paul fall off my bed from laughing so hard. Wait...I LET Paul sit on my bed? What's happening here? Why is he being nice? Then it dawned on me. Paul normally is nice to me, well in between him trying to kiss me, and just because of one bad time I have made it my job to make his life a living hell. Maybe if I act nicer toward Paul he would stop stalking me and kissing me. Maybe he would even leave Jesse alone. Maybe we would become friends. When I thought this, I realized that it would be fun to be friends with this hot guy. Nothing more just friends.
"So, like the seven dwarves?" He asked me.
"Uh, yeah. I came up with it when I first met them." I said feeling a little embarrassed. All of a sudden I was very aware of Paul being a guy. A hot guy at that! I have never had this problem with Paul. It is like I LIKE him...as in a crush. EW!
Paul chuckled and said, "That's cute."
I was starting to get really weirded out. "Uh thanks. Listen Paul...I still don't feel well, so I was wondering if maybe you could leave so I can sleep."
Paul's smile faded a little then and he said, "Oh...um ok then..." He sounded...hurt? What is up with that?
"No Paul! I seriously don't feel well. I mean I did hit my head really hard twice." I looked down at my hands and said blushing, "Maybe we can go out for like dinner or something sometime?" I looked up at him and to say he looked shocked would be an understatement.
"Yeah! I would love that Suze." He then leaned forward and lightly kissed me on the cheek and said, "Get well, Suze."
I am sorry to say that when he leaned forward I was hoping that he would do more...NO! What am I saying? "Um. Bye Paul. I'll talk to you later."
He smiled once more and said, "I can't wait."
I sat there then remembered my manners. "Oh wait Paul! I'll walk you down."
He looked at me like I was crazy. "Suze, no there is no need. You need rest."
I got up and walked over to him and wrapped my arm around his and looked up at him. "Nope! It's fine. Then I promise once you leave I will go to bed."
"Are you sure?"
"Yup." Ok I have no idea why I am acting this way. It's not like he is controlling me, and if he was controlling me I have a feeling we would be doing more then talking. Maybe I knocked some screws lose when I hit my head.
We walked down the stairs in silence. We reached the door and Paul turned to me. "Uh, Suze? I hope you don't mind me saying this, but I know you don't feel the same way about me. I love you."
I looked up at him, like I have said before he is tall, and smiled up at him. "I don't mind."
He looked like he was about to have a heart attack or something. "Wha...what? You don't mind? Well, good." We just stood there smiling at each other until Paul grabbed my hand and said, "I know we have had our differences in the past, but could we be friends?"
I did something I thought I never would do by my own choice. I reached up and hugged Paul while saying, "Yeah...friends."
We said bye to each other and I watched him drive down my driveway. When he got to the end of it, he waved to me and I waved back.
I walked back to my room still smiling to myself. I wasn't sure what happened back there, but it was like I lost all my fear of Paul. All of a sudden I trusted him almost as much as I trust Jesse. And I trust Jesse with my life. I was still trying to decide whether or not this was a bad thing when I walked into my room.
I climbed into bed when I heard a loud angry, "WHAT WAS THAT ALL ABOUT SUSANNAH?"
I jumped because I was still thinking...yes about Paul. I looked up and it was Jesse, and he looked pissed. "What was what about Jesse?" I asked all innocently.
"Why was that hijo de puta here? You two looked pretty comfy there on your bed. Then you HUGGED him!" He sounded just a bit jealous...of nothing!
"Ok...whoa there Jesse! First of all nothing happened. Yes, I hugged him, but that is what friends do!"
"FRIEND??" Jesse yelled. It is times like these I am glad that Jesse is dead. Thank god no one else could hear him. "That perro feo is your amigo? Since when? I thought you couldn't trust him...HE TRIED KILLING YOU, REMEMBER!"
"You always have to bring that up don't you Jesse! God, he has changed. Maybe from almost being KILLED himself he realized he has to be nicer to people!" I shot back at Jesse. Once I realized what was out of my mouth I felt bad, though. Jesse almost killed Paul, yes, but he had good reasons. Sort of. Well, really I don't know why he tried killing him.
I know I must have had gotten Jesse right where it hurts him, no not THERE, but the whole almost killing thing. He looked hurt then his scar gave out a brilliant flash of light. Seriously! It was lighting up my whole room! "Susannah," he said his voice barely above a whisper, yet it was deadly. "You will not talk to me like that! I did that out of rage. I wasn't thinking right...out of rage because of what he did to you. I cannot bare to see you hurt." You know, those words would mean a whole lot more to me if his voice wasn't so stern and angry.
"Because of me?" I asked in my squeaky voice. Then I got a little bit pissed at him, "WHY? What in God's name would posses you to do that?"
---Jesse---
I stood there in disbelief. Susannah is mad at ME for what happened back at the mission. Can't she see that Paul was the reason for it all? How in Dio's nombre could she trust HIM...and not me? I told her how I felt and everything! I know I shouldn't have tried to kill Paul, but when querida is in trouble I am there for her. This time I might have just gotten carried away a bit. Or a lot.
"You are mad at me for what happened at the mission, querida?" I said in a hurt voice.
She looked shocked at the hurt. She looked down at the ground and whispered something. I couldn't hear it though. I walked over to her and lifted up her chin so she would look at me. I noticed then that she was crying softy. She tried to hide them but she knew I already saw them. I pulled her into a hug and let her cry on my shirt.
"Querida? Why are you crying?" I said in a soft silky voice.
"Beecuse yoo scard ee..." I felt sick then. It felt as if I was punched one hundred times in my stomach. No, even worse then that. I had scared my Querida. I knew that's what she was saying even though she said it into my chest and said it very softly.
I made her look at me. I searched her emerald green eyes, and all I saw was hurt. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. Well unless you count, "Ahh uhh daa whaa?" It was like my brain shut down. I sighed out, "Nombre de Dios..." Well, at least I know my voice works, but my brain still was not functioning correctly. All I kept thinking was, 'I scared Susannah. Querida is afraid of ME.'
Susannah looked up at me and said in a little voice, "Jesse...you did. You scared me back there. It was like one second Paul was here and the next he was there with you with him." I must have looked confused because she said, "You were beating the shit out of him. I thought it was bad the way you two were fighting back at Brad's party, but this time he really was a second away from death." She took a deep breath and continued, "And I know you have always been there for me, but a few hours ago..." She stopped again, "Your voice was full of fire and hate so strong...I never thought that you would do something like that."
"I never thought I would either." I said softly.
"What? What do you mean?"
"I didn't want to do what I did back there Susannah. Well, no I did and that scares me too. If I killed him I would be gone. No mediator or shifter would be able to help me. I would never want to do that. I could not stand it if you couldn't see me anymore. I mean, it kills me again and again having to stay in the rectory away from you. If I killed Paul, then that was the end of it." I pulled away and started walking around her room again, a bad habit I do when I am upset or nervous or even mad. I didn't dare look at Susannah for fear of what she would say next.
"But Jesse...why do you care so much? Why does it hurt you so much to be away from me...?" She seemed to be thinking out loud more then asking the question.
I couldn't believe she didn't know this answer. After all we have been though she still has no clue about how I feel. I walked over to her and held her hand in mine. "I care because...because well, I love you Querida." I looked down at my big black boots, which were now glowing in the moonlight.
I dared to look up at my dear Querida and she looked at me. That's it, just looked at me. Then a big smile came on her face and I ran over...really I did...and gave her a big hug. She wrapped her arms tightly around my neck and lifted her head up. I met her halfway in a deep kiss. When I remembered she had to breathe still I pulled away. I just smiled down at her.
She opened her mouth and said, "Jesse, I lo---"
I unfortunately never got to hear those words because Susannah just blacked out in my arms for the second time in one day.
TBC!!!!!!!!
Please review!!!