Jen Summers – I'm thinking about your idea. The truth is I really don't know how he's going to fit in the story. But thanks for the suggestion!
To all of you who were thinking that Paul is the bad ghost… he isn't! I just love Paul too much to make him evil. He's just too fictionally sexy to be evil. And believe me when I say the character in this story is truly evil. So a huge sorry goes to every one who wanted Paul in the story… will you ever forgive? Please continue reading my story! I might write a sequel with Paul in it, if this story goes well though!
Anyways… here's chapter four, I hope you all like it!
Suze's POV
"Susannah, what do you mean? Who's holding you captive? Is there something you want to tell me?" Jesse said as he peeled me off him. Well peeled isn't a very good term… I wasn't like stuck to him as much as I would like to have been. But I was still resting my head against his chest; his amazing, sexy, beautiful chest.
Anyways, back to killing myself even though I'm already dead. I can NOT believe I just said that. God, me and big mouth and dumb brain which doesn't function properly. I looked up to see Jesse staring at me so intensely it hurt to look. It was as if he had x-ray vision and he was trying to read me.
"Susannah?" Ouch… he wasn't even yelling at me and that 'Susannah' still made me jump 8 feet in the air. I kind of want to go back to the holding and kissing now. Well not really kissing… but he still kissed the top of my head. Though I'm not saying that I care… it's not like I love Jesse or anything. Of course I don't. I mean why would any sexy guy who's actually LIVING at the moment want to date a chick that doesn't even exist anymore?
"What are you talking about Jesse, no one's holding me captive." I said in an I-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about way. I put on my best innocent look and stared at him right in the eyes.
"Susannah you know perfectly well what I am talking about? Don't play these childish games with me." Whoa I feel sorry for his future kids. As much as Jesse could be sweet at times, you don't want to make him angry. And how dare he yell at me? No one yells as Suze Simon.
"Listen Mr. Hector deSilva, I don't have to tell you anything that is going on in my life… or well my after life. And the stuff about people holding me captive, my mom just thinks that I still might be around and that some one is holding me captive. She hasn't gotten over my death yet." I said standing up tall to show him that no one tells me what to do. "And don't you EVER yell at me again. How dare you be so rude and inconsiderate to yell at a girl who is having the worst day ever?" I was having a really bad day, just not the worst day of my life. I don't think I've cried so many times in one day before.
He took a step back and kind of looked around for a few seconds. I saw that he didn't look as angry and mad at he did before. He looked thoughtful as if trying to figure out what to do next. He looked like he did before, sweet but hot at the same time. "Querida, I'm sorry I yelled at you like that. I had no right doing that. And if you do not wish to talk about your death right now, it's ok." He said calmly looking at me now.
"Damn right you had no right yelling at me." I said. I was truly pissed at him. How could he be so rude… and well mean? I was kind of hurt. I felt like he didn't want me around and he was trying to get rid of me by figuring out how I died and what's keeping me here.
And to make it worst, he sat down and started eating his chicken sandwich again. How rude… let's all just frigging forget about little Susie and eat our sandwiches. I was so pissed at him that I could feel a fire burning in my non-existing eyes.
Here's the thing about us ghosts, our emotions pretty much control us. Let's say if a ghost is very angry, he/she is bound to break or destroy something. That's why being a mediator is no fun job. Once, I had this ghost who wanted me to tell her boyfriend that she loved him. The problem was I had no idea who her stinking boyfriend was, and every time I would ask her she would start crying. One day she came and visited me, asking why I hadn't told her boyfriend and I freaked out on her for not telling me who her boyfriend was. I made her upset and she, of course being her emotional self, started crying. She cried so hard that all the water in the fountain we were standing next to splashed on me.
And at that time I was VERY angry at Jesse. So being a ghost, I broke something… or well more that one thing. All of a sudden the plate and the cup on the table broke, including all the other dishes in the kitchen. I really didn't mean to do that, it just happened. But I wasn't totally regretting it either. At least now I had Jesse's full attention.
"Susannah, what's wrong?" Jesse said calmly as if nothing had happened at all. God, I hate him. How dare he be so calm when I have flames burning in my eyes?
"Don't 'Susannah, what's wrong' me. Do you want to know what's wrong… you. How dare you yell at me and then calmly go back to eating your frigging sandwich. And also expect me to tell you every frigging detail of my life and death. Don't you give a fucking piece of shit how that affects me? Do you hate me so much that you're willing to do anything to get me out of your apartment? You are so despicable and insufferable. Well guess what, I am not moving. If anyone's going to be moving out it's going to be you."
"I'm only trying to help Querida. I di…"
"MY NAME IS NOT QUERIDA!" And with that the light bulbs in the kitchen all broke and glass fell all over the ground. Jesse covered his head with his hands to protect himself. When all the glass pieces had hit the floor, I realized that Jesse's arms had blood all over. Now, I was regretting what I did. I never meant to hurt Jesse, I was just so angry that he just ignored me.
"I… I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that. I was just really angry." I said taking a step toward him. His arms had a lot of cuts and they were bleeding like crazy. "Um… I'll help you get cleaned off." I said and started walking toward the bathroom. Jesse hesitated a few seconds and then started following me.
Jesse's POV
The pain in my arms wasn't that big but they were covered in blood. I followed Susannah into the bathroom and watched as she took the first aid kit out. I wonder how she knew my aunt had gotten me a first aid kit. She took out a small towel and held it under the running tab.
"Give me your arm." She said looking at me. I could see a look of guilt in her eyes. I knew what had happened in the kitchen was mostly my fault. I shouldn't have yelled at her like that, but I was angry that she didn't trust me enough to tell me what had caused her death. And I know I shouldn't have ignored her, though I had no intensions of doing that. I guess it just seemed like I was ignoring her.
She took the wet towel and started to clean the blood of my arm expertly. She laid her other hand on my upper arm and my heart started beating very fast. She wiped the blood off one of the cuts on my arm and I flinched because of the pain.
"Sorry," Susannah said softly. She took a band aid out and put it over the cut on my hand. When her soft fingers came in contact with my skin, I flinched again. I didn't know why I reacted so strangely whenever her hands came in contact with my skin. I had never felt in such ways before. Just standing in front of her made me feel caliente (hot).
"All done. Give me you other arm now." She announced after a few minutes had passed. I saw that she was smiling up at me. I looked at my arm and saw that all the blood had been cleared off. Susannah had placed a bad aid over all of my cuts.
I placed my other arm on the counter for her to start cleaning. I realized that most of the blood on my arm had dried. She put one of her hands on my upper arm again and started to clean off the blood. It stung at times when she went over a cut with the wet towel, but it was when her fingers came in contact with my skin that I would react the most. I had never felt these emotions before.
I watched as she cleaned the blood on my arms. It was a bit harder for her to get the blood of since most of the blood had dried on my arms. But surely enough after a few minutes she was all done with both of my arms.
"Do you have any more cuts?" she asked. I held up both my arms and examined them. I saw that she had done a god job.
"No, I don't think so. Thank you Querida."
"No problem. It was my fault." She looked around for a few seconds. She looked a little uncomfortable.
"Jesse," she finally said.
"Yes Susannah?"
"I'm so sorry about the light bulb thing. I really didn't want you to get hurt. And I'm sorry about breaking all your dishes… I guess you have some shopping to do… ah ha ha." She said looking very uncomfortable.
"Don't worry about it, Querida. I know you didn't have much control over what happened. And I do not blame it on you, I was the one made who made you angry in the first place."
"How 'bout we both take some of the blame?" she said smiling up at me. The look of guilt that was in her eyes earlier had disappeared now.
"Amigos? (Friends)" I asked holding out my hand for her. I really wanted to become friends with her. That way she would be able to trust me and I could help her.
She looked at my hand for a few seconds, unsure of what to do. "Friends," she said smiling at me. She placed her own hand inside mine and shook it. Her hand looked very small when placed inside my hand. Though small, her hand was very soft. Again, just like before, when her hand came in contact with mine I felt very different. My heart started beating faster and I felt oddly hot though it was very cool in the apartment.
"By the way, aren't you supposed to go over your aunt's house for supper?" Susannah asked interrupting my thoughts. She slowly took her hand out of mine and placed it on the sink. I looked up at her. She looked much happier now than she did before.
"Yes, why do you ask?" I asked.
"What time are you supposed to be there?"
"My aunt told me to arrive there at five. We will be eating supper at 6:00 pm."
"Well it's 4:30 right now. Do you even know where she lives?" She made her way out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. I followed her, glancing at the clock on my way out.
I didn't think that little accident had taken so long. Or perhaps, it was the cleaning off that had taken a lot of time.
"I think her house is on 98 Pinecrest Avenue. I do not know how to get there though. Perhaps you could help me." I said smiling at Susannah who was sitting on my bed.
"Sure… were did you say she lived on again?" she asked.
"98 Pinecrest Avenue, do you know where that is Querida?" When I had given her the address, she stood up and looked at me in total shock.
Suze's POV
98 Pinecrest Avenue. I couldn't believe it, his aunt was Mrs. Covas. God, why had I been so stupid, I knew that woman sounded familiar. And that meant that his cousins were Shawna and Shawn. Oh, I miss those little hooligans so much. I miss yelling at Shawn for being stupid and hanging out with Dopey. And I miss going shopping with Shawna and giving her make-up advice.
Now that I think about it, both the twins looked a lot like Jesse. They all have beautiful dark hair and liquid-y black eyes. And a lot of their other features are the same. Shawn walks exactly like Jesse, and Shawna talks like him.
"Querida, I asked if you knew where my aunt's house is." I so can't let him know I was their neighbor. If he finds out, then he'll ask them everything about my death. I just hope Brad doesn't decide tonight to get his ass to Shawn's house.
"Of course I know where it is. I used to know Carmel like the back of my hand." A lie… I'd only lived here for two years. So, I didn't really know it like the back of my hand, but I knew Pinecrest Avenue like the back of my hand.
"Then could you help me get there? I don't want to ask my aunt, I have bothered then enough already." He said smiling at me. He had the nicest smile I had ever seen, it seemed to light up his whole sexy face. You're a ghost Suze, don't do this to yourself.
"Yeah, I'll dematerialize you there." I hope he didn't expect me to walk to there with him. Why walk when I can simply dematerialize? It's not like I have to lose weight or something, and even if I did, I'm a ghost. I'm going to be this way for the rest of my life.
"What do you mean Querida? I am capable of walking… maybe you could walk with me." Yeah right, like I'm going to WALK.
"Dude, why would I walk when I can dematerialize? And if you have forgotten, you're kind of late. Walking there takes thirty minutes. They're not exactly your next door neighbor." Though, they were mine.
He seemed to hesitate for a few seconds. Is it against the Spanish culture to be dematerialized? 'Cause if it is, then they should like change it.
After looking around for a few minutes, he finally came and stood next to me. Seriously what's wrong with dematerializing?
"I guess it would be alright if you dematerialize me to my aunt's house." he said, not looking too happy about the condition.
"Ok, get ready and we'll board the Suze express."
He laughed at that. He laughed his deep, soft, nice laugh. And my stomach started acting like a washing machine again. And as if that wasn't worst enough, my heart started beating like crazy. He's alive and you're dead, stop acting like an idiot.
He went to his suit case and got a pair of clean jeans and another bottom-up shirt. He got his towel, a pair of boxers (yes, he wears boxers not briefs), and his hair brush. And then he headed to the bathroom.
"Err… Susannah…"
"Yes," I said raising my eyebrows. I knew he was going to tell me not to watch him take a shower again, but I wanted to hear it from him this time.
"Thank you for all that you are doing. I really appreciate it."
What? What happened to the 'don't you dare watch me when I take a shower' talk? That was completely un-expected. But it made me feel really good inside, like the feeling you get after you've donated a lot of money to a charity.
"Um… you're welcome." I guess he wasn't as bad as I thought he was going to be.
He smiled at me and went into the bathroom. Minutes later I heard the water turn on. Though I wish I had seen the water turn and well Jesse… shut up brain. Shut up you stupid, little, dirty thing.
But I'm sure if you all had seen Jesse, you wouldn't mind watching him taking a shower either. He has this sexy, bad boy look to him but he isn't anything close to a bad boy. He was so sweet, and kind and such a…
SHUT UP! I can't believe I'm doing this to myself again. I'm a fucking ghost, why would Jesse want anything to do with me. Why would Jesse ever have feelings for a stupid ghost who has a whole bunch of things she needs to work out?
Five minutes later, I heard the water turn off and the shower curtains being pushed aside. This time I wouldn't even get to see him with his towel around his wai… shut up, shut up, shut up! God, I'm dirty.
Jesse came into the room looking fresh and clean. His gorgeous, dark hair was still wet, but other than that he was ready.
"Ready?" I asked standing up.
"Yes Querida, I am prepared to go." He said, putting his towel and other stuff away.
I went and stood right in front of him. All of sudden my heart started beating like crazy. My breath started becoming uneven. Why was I acting like this?
"Ok… um… put your hands on my waist." I should have walked with him to his aunt's house. Can I be any stupider?
"What do you mean Querida?" I don't know… we should have walked.
"I said, put your hands on my waist. You need to…. You need to be holding me so we can dematerialize." I said, trying to sound not so shaky and more confident than I actually was feeling.
He still just stood there staring at me like I had horns on my head. It wasn't like I was asking him to have sex with me or something… just to put his hands on my waist.
"Jesse?"
Nothing, he just stood there. I was really starting to get pissed so I grabbed his hands on put then on my hips. He just stood there very stiff as if he'd just turned into a statue.
"Susan…" he started to protest.
I just ignored him and took a step toward him. Yum… he smelled really good. He wasn't like the type guys who spray a whole bottle of Axe on themselves, his smell was more natural.
I put my hands on his shoulders and gripped on hard to him. With that, he seemed to step out of whatever weird state he was in and hold on to me.
I tried to ignore my crazy heart. Stupid heart, you'd think it would stop working after you're dead. But no, it just keeps on beating like crazy when the hot guy decides to finally hold you.
"Ok, now close your eyes." I closed my eyes and pictured the house Jesse's aunt live in. When I opened my eyes, we were standing right in front Mrs. Covas's house.
"Here we are." I said stepping away from Jesse.
He opened his eyes and looked around him. When he was sure we were in front of his aunt's house and didn't end up in the Arctic or something, he looked down at me.
When our eyes met, he started blushing a lot. I couldn't help but burst out laughing. And when I laughed, he just blushed more.
"I should be going now," he said still blushing. "Thank you very much for bringing me here."
"Any time, deSilva." I said watching him make his way up the stairs. When he got to the front door, he rang the door. Mrs. Covas opened the door and greeted Jesse.
"Hola Jesse," she said in the same way she used to talk to me. "Venido en, le hemos estado esperando (come in, we've been waiting for you)."
"Hola tiíta (hello auntie), thank you very much. I am sorry I kept you waiting." Can Jesse be any more of a gentle man?
Mrs. Covas stepped inside and Jesse went in after her. Just before closing the door, he looked back at me and gave me the nicest smile I'd ever received. I smiled back and he closed the door.
Sigh, must be nice to live. People can see you, hear you, touch you. I want to tell my mom how much I love her and how much I miss her, but I can't. I want to tell Cee Cee and Adam how much I miss them, but I can't. I want to talk to Gina again, but I can't. Imagine what it's like to know you're never going to get married or have kids. Or to do all the other things you've wanted to do like go to Europe, swim with dolphins, and all those others things. And the absolute worst thing about being dead, you can still fall in love. And to top it all of, you can fall in love with a guy who's still alive.
So what do you all think? Do you like my little Jesse/Suze chemistry? Please review so I'll know!
P.S. I promise you'll find out about Suze's death very soon! Now review!