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CHAPTER 8

SATURDAY

"- And then he kissed me!"

Rachael finished enthusiastically, blushing. She had just come back from her "date" with Paul. She had been visiting him quite frequently, in these past two weeks. Her face was flushed with excitement, which was quite a feat, considering she was a ghost and all.

"Really? Rachael, that's great!"

I squealed, hugging her. My trig homework lay forgotten, as we talked about her "date" with Paul, and what it could mean. Somehow the subject changed to me and Jesse, and I told her about the day before.

"Ohmigod!" she giggled. "I knew you two were perfect for each other! You're so lucky to have him Suze! Not that I'm envious! No way, I have Paul, but you know, there's always the chance that he'll dump me for someone, who's you know… alive."

She looked miserable.

I on the other hand, got an idea.

"Rachael…" I started, carefully.

She wiped a tear away, and looked up at me.

"Yeah?"

"Rachael, if you get Paul to like you enough, I think he might just consider getting you your life back. There won't be anyone to know the difference. You told me you had no relatives, and the guy involved in the car crash died too… You'd have a chance…"

Rachael's tears cleared up instantly.

"You think… you think Paul would do that for me?"

I shrugged.

"Rachael, he dumped the prettiest, most popular girl in the school to hang around with you. I'm not saying that that's a bad thing; it's extremely cool, and so not Paul-like. You must be pretty important to Paul; he would never even have considered that, ever, before he met you."

"R-really?"

Rachael hiccupped.

I grinned at her.

"You have a pretty big chance. When was the next time you were going to meet him?"

"Oh. Tomorrow. He asked me to stop by. But really, what fun can you have with someone who's dead? I mean, you can't go to the movies, you can't-"

She broke off with a sob.

"That's exactly what you have to let him know, Rachael. I'm not promising anything, but I'm pretty sure Paul has a major crush on you."

Rachael smiled.

"I don't know what I will do if he isn't "the one"." She said sighing.

"I'm pretty sure he is already."

She smiled gratefully.

"I hope so."

"I think Paul hopes so too. He told me, you know."

"He told you? He told me I was the one for him?"

Rachael seemed to be on the verge of exploding she seemed so happy.

"Not using those exact words, but it came pretty close."

She hugged me.

"Thanks for being suck a great friend Suze."

I was about to answer, when the phone rang. I picked it up, wondering who it was.

"Hello?"

"Susannah."

It was Jesse.

"Oh." I said. "Hey Jesse."

Rachael raised her eyebrows expectantly, and de-materialised. I wish she would stop making such a fuss about Jesse and me. I mean, yeah we're going out, but it's not like we're engaged or anything.

"Listen, I was wondering… what are you doing on Friday?"

My heart sank. I had already promised CeeCee I'd be there to help her out at her cousin's birthday party.

"Oh." I said.

"I kinda already made plans. Sorry."

"Oh. Okay."

I could hear the disappointment in Jesse's voice.

"I'm really sorry. I promised CeeCee to help her out at her cousin's birthday party."

"That's fine. What about Saturday?"

I smiled. "Saturday's fine. What time are you picking me up?"

"How about eight?"

"Eight's great."

I said, still grinning.

"So…"

Jesse started, but he was interrupted by Dopey, who was yelling up the stairs at me.

"SUZE!" He hollered. "DINNER!"

I sighed.

"I'm sorry Jesse. I gotta go. But listen, I'll see you at Saturday, right?"

I could hear Jesse laugh softly on the other end of the line.

"Of course. See you then, querida."

I hung up dazedly, a slow grin creeping over my face.

"SUZE!"

I sighed again.

"Coming!"

(A/N: I felt un-inspired, but next chapter will be way more interesting! Even if I say so myself. Please review!)