Thank you to all of you who reviewed. You guys are my rays of sunshine. I love you all so much that if I loved you anymore I would so go crazy. Since I got good reviews saying you all want me to keep writing I will keep writing! Well here's chapter two... I hope you like it. By the way I'll try not to have too many author notes unless I really got to say something. And I'm sorry if I updated too late, I'm very slow at writing… I'll try harder to update sooner next time.

P.S. I'm sorry I only made you 15 Shawna… will you ever forgive me. If I write any other stories, I'll make you like 40 so you could totally drive.

Suze's POV

"So what do you think? Do you like it?" I heard a woman's voice… she sounded familiar. She must have been the woman who came here to set up the furniture. I guess it wasn't for her after all. I mean a one bedroom apartment is pretty small for a family of four.

"I cannot thank you enough. It's really great," a male voice said. I guess this was his new apartment. He must have been a college student just like Ke... no one. Yeah, just no one.

"Well then I'll leave you so you get settled in. Come over for lunch tomorrow and have a good night." The woman said. I think her name is Betty. I heard the man she used to come here with call her that. Though I'm sure that man was certainly not the guy here, unless he went back in time or got anti-aging surgery. (A/N is there such thing as anti-aging surgery?)

"Thank you again for all that you have done." I heard the guy say again. He spoke very softly, and he had a foreign accent. It made him sound very sexy. I think he was Spanish, because I heard the woman and man speaking in Spanish. I guess you're wondering how come Betty never saw me when she was here before. Well, there's a simple explanation for that, I'm a ghost. Yes, I died two months ago in this apartment thanks to fucking… um God. Only certain people can see me or other ghosts, and those people are mediators. I used to be a mediator too. A mediator is someone who helps the dead move on to their other lives using any means necessarily, because ghosts are good for nothing and they're just wasting space. Well, at least I used to think that until I became one myself. I guess now I know what takes one to know one really means.

I heard footsteps getting closer to the room. Well at least now I'll have company, though he won't be able to see me or talk to me. I got up to see who my new roommate was going to be. As I was getting up, my head accidentally smashed into the wall I was sitting against. One good thing about being a ghost is that we really don't feel any pain. I mean we do, but it's only in our head. We think pain, not feel it. The guy hesitated before opening the door… weird, he couldn't have heard that. When he finally did open the door, he went completely pale, like he had seen a ghost. No he couldn't be… he didn't even look mediator material. So why was he staring right at me?

"Um… can you… well, can you see me?" I don't even know why I was so afraid. I mean if he wasn't a mediator he couldn't hear me. That just proves what a loser I really am.

"Yes, I can see you. I am what you would call a mediator. I can see and ta…"

"Look, I know what you are… I used to be one too. What's you're name?" I know interrupting your new roommate isn't any way to impress him, but I didn't need to listen to him explaining something I knew all about. Well not all about, but he couldn't possibly know more about it than me.

"Hector… Hector deSilva. But my family and friends call me Jesse. I suppose you could call me Jesse too if you like." he smiled at me… he really had a nice smile. And his voice was so soft and sexy. I could totally live with him.

"Um…" Why couldn't I speak to him? Now I looked like I just saw a ghost. I had butterflies in my stomach for no reason.

"What is your name, Querida?" His voice wasn't the only thing about him that was sexy… he was a God sent down to earth to keep me company. Wait, a god is and understatement… he was too hot to be a god.

"Susannah… as in 'oh Susannah don't you cry for me.' But everyone calls me Suze… and if you call me Susie I'll make sure you won't be able to talk again." I don't even know why I was threatening him. The truth is I was afraid… of what I don't know.

"Ok Querida, I won't call you Susie," he laughed his soft laugh. That laugh made me feel so weird… I felt like my stomach had turned into a washing machine. And what was up with that Querida shit, I thought I told him my name was Suze. He only knew me for five minutes and he already had a nickname for me. Now I have to think of a nickname for him… Hot ass, Sex God…

"Um… I think I'm going to have to ask you to leave Susannah, considering how this is going to be my apartment." What… LEAVE? What happened to the whole me sharing a room with the hot guy thing? He so could NOT make me fucking leave? If anyone was going to leave it was going to be him.

"What the fuck are you talking about? I am so not leaving… why should I leave, I've been here for two months now. You're the one who's going to be moving out. I don't give a fucking shit that this is you're apartment now… I'm not moving out. You can either get a new apartment or deal with me."

"But Querida…"

"It's Susannah!" He is despicable. How dare he tell me to leave and then make up some dumb nickname for me?

"What do you mean?" How did they let some one this dumb go to college?

"I said my name is Susannah, not Querida!"

"I'm sorry… Susannah I do not think it is a good idea for a lady and a man to be sharing an apartment unless they are married. What if…"

"Dude if you haven't realized, I'm a ghost and you're alive. I don't you'd want to have sex with some one who's dead. Unless you're really desperate." Which I doubt he is.

"But you are still a female and I am a male… and well ghost or not, I am still capable of… um…"

"Having sex with me?" I had a smirk on my face. Jesse looked up and I saw that his cheeks were pink. He looked kind of cute… in a big boy kind of way.

He sighed and took a seat on the edge of his bed. I must admit the woman had pretty good taste. The whole apartment was really nicely arranged. "Ok, if you are going to stay here then we'll have to come up with some house rules," he said, smiling in an I-give-up-you-win way.

"First rule: no sex. Second rule: you go away while I change. Third rule: no sex…" I said trying to imitate Jesse's voice. He burst out laughing at my attempt and I got the washer machine feeling again. Rule number four should be no laughing.

"Ok, ok, you win again… no rules. The only rule is that you respect my wishes and I respect yours. And right now I'm tired, so I'm going to go take a shower… um…"

"Don't worry, I won't sneak in the bathroom… I'm not desperate you know." Could the guy be any more distrusting? I mean most guys I know were obsessed with their dicks… maybe he didn't have one and he was a cross dresser. Or worse, maybe it was only half an inch. I heard somewhere that penises range from half an inch. (A/N my friend's PDR teacher told her that.)

"I'll see you later, Querida." There he goes again with the Querida thing. He could at least insult me in English so I would understand.

"Whatever, Querida," I said. That again made him laugh and the washer machine turned on. God, laughing should really be against the rules. He grabbed his towel and headed for the bathroom leaving me alone in the room. Being a ghost, there isn't much to do really… even if there was I'd probably already done it. So to pass the time, I decided to make our dear Hector deSilva a sandwich.

I dematerialized into the kitchen and started to make a sandwich. I got out two loaves of bread and a can of tuna fish and opened it ghost style, which is with my mind. I mixed the tuna with mayonnaise and put it on the bread. Then I poured him a glass of milk and dematerialized in his room. Being a ghost has its advantages, one being able to dematerialize. But it also has its disadvantages, for example being stuck in the same cloths forever. Though I must admit my outfit was really nice, a pink halter top and a black mini skirt along with my favorite pair of Jimmy Choos. But it still sucks being stuck in the same cloths forever. More reason to hate that son of a bitch. I set the plate with the sandwich and the glass of milk on Jesse's desk and waited for him to get out of the shower.

I heard the water turn off and Jesse getting out of the bath tub. "Susannah?" He called out.

"In here, deSilva." He made his way to the room and opened the door to reveal a true sex god wearing nothing except a towel tied around his waste. Holy fucking shit… could his abs be any sexier? His chest was so perfect… it was totally abulicious. I guess I was staring at his chest a little longer than was polite because I realized Jesse giving me a weird look.

"Um… I made you a sandwich. I thought you'd be hungry you know considering how you just moved and it's 12:00 am. If you're not hungry though, it's ok. I guess you could have your sandwich in the morning. It's tuna by the way… I don't know if you like tuna or not. It's ok if you don…"

He started laughing again, interrupting my pathetic explanation as to why I had made him a sandwich. "Thank you, Querida, and tuna is fine. Just let me get dressed and I will be right with you."

"No…" OH MY GOD, I can't believe I just told Jesse not to get dressed. Bad Suze… bad, bad Suze. He probably thinks I'm a whore… I can't believe I said that, my mouth should go to jail for yelling with no permission.

"Are you ok, Querida?" Jesse said giving me a confused look. Come on Suze, think of something fast…

"I meant no, thank you for letting me stay with you. I promise I won't bother you." God I'm pathetic.

"I don't mind. It's nice having company and some one making me sandwiches." He said grabbing a plain white t-shirt and pulling it on. Yummy… I wonder if he was wearing boxers. Shut up brain, you nasty little thing. The thing is that he's just so hot. I loved the way his thick black hair curled behind his ears and a couple of strands fell in his eyes. His eyes were the most beautiful thing about him; they were a really dark brown and they looked very deep and liquid-y. They were very dark but at the same time light and kind. Stop it Suze; don't do this to yourself again.

"Susannah…"

Jesse's POV

"Sorry… I must have spaced out. Did you say anything?" She said looking up. She really was beautiful… though she looked very sad. I wonder what had happened, but I wanted to wait until I knew she trusted me before asking.

"I asked if you wanted to join me in the kitchen."

"But I can't eat…" Way to go deSilva.

"We could talk, that way I would have company while I enjoy this delicious sandwich you have made for me."

"I guess so, there's nothing else to do," she said. She had this unhappy look in her beautiful green eyes. I took the plate and the glass of milk and followed her to the kitchen. I sat on one of the chairs around the dining table my aunt had purchased for me. I watched as Susannah took the seat across from me and started eating the sandwich she had made.

"So, how come you moved here?" she asked breaking the silence.

"I moved here from Spain to go to medical school. My aunt, the woman who was here earlier tonight, had gone to the trouble to purchase this apartment for me."

"I saw her coming here a couple of days before. Does she live here?"

I nodded and took a sip of my milk. "Yes, she does. Did you use to live here?"

"Yes, I used to live here… why do you wanna know?" I guess I had made her upset. I could tell she was very happy about being dead.

"I'm sorry Susannah… I didn't mean to offend you." I said looking into her green eyes.

"Call me Suze… Susannah's too formal." Suze, where had I heard that name before? I know I had heard it somewhere and it was bothering me not knowing where. No body I knew was named Suze or Susannah, and I doubt I had heard it on the television or read that name in a book or the newspaper. Dios (God), where had I heard that name before?

"I prefer Susannah," I said getting up to rinse my cup and plate. "And what is wrong with being too formal?" I smiled at her as I headed for my bedroom.

"Whatever you say, deSilva." She said rolling her eyes at me making me laugh. "Jesse, Can I ask you something?"

"Of course you may. What is your question, Querida?"

"What does Querida mean? Is it something bad, like bitch or whore?"

"I would never call any woman any of those names."

"So, what does it mean? I think I have a right to know considering how you're always calling me that." She said looking confused. I don't know how I was going to answer her question… I don't know myself why I called Susannah Querida.

"Good night Susannah, I will see you in the morning." I said trying to change the subject.

"Jesse, you have to tell me what it means. If you don't, I'll make a nickname for you and trust me when I say you won't like it. If you go to sleep without telling me what it means, I'll make sure you won't be able to ever call me that again. Jesse, JESSE…" I smiled at her and turned off the lights. Then I climbed into my new bed and tried to figure out where I had heard Suze before.

8

I woke up and saw that sunlight covered the room. I looked around and realized the window was closed… I thought I had left it open when I went to sleep. I got up and rummaged through my suitcase for some cloths to wear. I changed into a pair of jeans and a bottom up shirt, got my toothbrush and headed for cuarto de baño (bathroom).

When I got out of the bathroom, I noticed Susannah in the kitchen. "Hello Querida."

"Hey Jesse, how did you sleep last night?" she asked smiling at me. I saw that she had made me scrambled eggs and had poured me a glass of orange juice.

"I slept fine, thank you for asking. Why did you go to the trouble of fixing me breakfast? I could have fixed something for myself."

"I was bored, nothing much to do when you're a ghost." Again I saw a flash of sadness and anger in her eyes. But it was gone before I could make sure it was even there. I couldn't stand the curiosity anymore. I must ask Susannah what was bothering her so much. I have met a lot of ghosts before, and a lot of them were upset about their situation, but none like Susannah.

"Querida, why are you so sad?" I asked softly. I didn't want to be too forward and ask the question immediately, but I didn't how else to approach her.

"I'm not sad… I mean I'm mad I'm dead but nothing more than that. Really I'm the happiest ghost ever. I mean sure I'm dead but that's life. Whatever made you think I was sad? I'm so hap…"

"Susannah, can I ask you a question?" I interrupted her because I knew if I didn't, she would be talking forever.

"I… I guess so."

"How did you die?" I shouldn't have asked her like that but I had to know. I looked up and saw that Susannah was deep in thought. She looked sad again. She was looking around as if she was searching for something.

"Querida, I asked how you died?" I asked just incase she hadn't heard me or she had forgotten the question.

"I… I…" I saw that she was crying now. Her eyes looked darker than before… like they were clouded with sadness and anger. I noticed she was looking down so I wouldn't realize she was crying. I cupped her face with my hands and tilted her head up so I was looking into her green eyes.

"What happened, Querida? Please tell me." I asked her looking deep in her eyes. I noticed she was crying harder now. I wiped her tears off with my thumb.

"What happen, Querida? How did you die… were you murdered?" I asked again. But this time I knew I had gone too far, because right then Susannah dematerialized.

What ever could have happened to Suze? Was she really murdered? Where had Jesse heard that name before? Why is Jesse so sexy? Only one way to find out…REVIEW!

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