AN: Hi everyone!!! I don't own Suze, Father Dom, Jesse (although, Jesse
does own my heart, :group sigh, awwww: ) or any of the other Mediator
characters, since Meg Cabot hasn't responded to my lovely bid of 31 cents,
American pennies. Well, pennies, dime, nickel, and old mint lifesaver
covered with pocket lint. Mega-praise to Gorbash and Fireblade, two of my
great friends here at FF.net, for their support. You guys rock!
One more item of note: please critique me on grammar, not on the plot line. Feel free to ask questions about the plot or any Spanish words you don't get (I'm the first to admit that if I can't remember a word I'll insert the Italian one, cuz it's usually right). You can AIM me, but remember I'm on Alaskan time, which is one hour behind Pacific, and four behind the East coast. E-mail me too! If you want to become writing buddies or anything like that, I am a bit older and would love help out younger authors (I'm 17, :gets out walker and moves into home:) plus I know a lot about writing and lyricism. I'd luv to help! Amore d'io, Lita
Oh yeah! And Spanish-English translations are at the bottom of the fic! Luv luv! Lita.
Did I ever tell you that I need to learn Spanish? I do.
Why? Because in my bedroom, this was the dialogue:
"¡Hermana mia! ¿Dondé estuviste?"
"Cada lugar y más, Jesse. ¿Y tú? Díme no estuviste en este cuarto por cien y cinquenta años."
"Pero... no es una pregunta que... bien, sí..." Jesse blushed a brilliant scarlet, making me realize once again that I need to learn Spanish. What if they were talking about me?!? What if she asked about the kiss? Of course, if this was really Inez Anna de Silva, she'd probably kissed Father Dom a lot too. Okay, now I was blushing.
No offense to Father Dom, but old priests shouldn't be kissed by the 1850's edition of Penelope Cruz.
"¿Esta chica es una mediatadora, verdad?"
"Sí, la es."
"¿Por qué estás rojo?"
"No estoy rojo."
"Lo eres."
"No."
"Sí."
"No."
"Sí."
"Would you two stop it already?!?" I screamed, stamping my foot. Corey looked confused, but shrugged it off. I guess he thought this couldn't get any weirder. "Suzie, phone!" Mom called.
I looked from de Silva to de Silva. "Be right there, Mom!" I called back. "And for you two, try to speak English! This is America." I stormed down the stairs. "Hello?"
"Suze, this is Cee Cee"-"And Adam!"-"And Adam," Cee Cee confirmed.
"Hey guys, what's up?"
Then my face grew pale. I took the cordless to my room, feeling like I had been punched in the gut. Cee Cee and Adam had called me three-way to discuss the crazy thing Adam's cousin Corey had told him. That I could see ghosts. "Listen, guys, I've never even met Corey." Corey raised an eyebrow.
"Suze, I saw you walk away from my house," Adam pointed out. "And Corey'd answered the door. He was crying, Suze. Crying."
I looked over at Corey, bitter he'd put me in this situation. "You know how crazy this all sounds?" I asked loudly.
"Sure we do, Suze," Cee Cee soothed. "But if you can't see ghosts, when are you going to introduce us to Jesse?"
...
...
Damn! She had me! I guess my silence tipped me off. "Suze, Jesse... is he a ghost?" Adam asked quickly, like if he took more than two seconds he would be shot. "He is, isn't he! I knew it!"
Jesse stiffed a little. "Did I hear what I thought I just heard?"
Inez dematerialized, then reappeared. "Mi amor will be here shortly," she said tersely to me, then continued to rant in Spanish to her brother. He snapped back at her. She looked like she was going to burst into tears. He apologized quietly. She beamed at him and all this time Cee Cee and Adam began to prod me with questions. Father Dom came in. I made a confused face and pointed to the phone. "Just tell them, Suze. I-Inez? Is that you?!?" he cried, picking up the girl and spinning her in the air. "INEZ!"
"Is that Father Dom?" Cee Cee asked.
"Yes, it is," I admitted, "and he can see ghosts too."
Translations: "My sister! Where have you been?"
"Everywhere and then some, Jesse! And you? Tell me that you haven't been in this room for 150 years!"
"But... that's not a question that... fine, yes..."
"This girl is a mediator, correct?"
"Yes, she is."
"Why are you all red?"
"I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
AN: Short Chapter, I know, but I don't do it by length, I do it by revelation.
One more item of note: please critique me on grammar, not on the plot line. Feel free to ask questions about the plot or any Spanish words you don't get (I'm the first to admit that if I can't remember a word I'll insert the Italian one, cuz it's usually right). You can AIM me, but remember I'm on Alaskan time, which is one hour behind Pacific, and four behind the East coast. E-mail me too! If you want to become writing buddies or anything like that, I am a bit older and would love help out younger authors (I'm 17, :gets out walker and moves into home:) plus I know a lot about writing and lyricism. I'd luv to help! Amore d'io, Lita
Oh yeah! And Spanish-English translations are at the bottom of the fic! Luv luv! Lita.
Did I ever tell you that I need to learn Spanish? I do.
Why? Because in my bedroom, this was the dialogue:
"¡Hermana mia! ¿Dondé estuviste?"
"Cada lugar y más, Jesse. ¿Y tú? Díme no estuviste en este cuarto por cien y cinquenta años."
"Pero... no es una pregunta que... bien, sí..." Jesse blushed a brilliant scarlet, making me realize once again that I need to learn Spanish. What if they were talking about me?!? What if she asked about the kiss? Of course, if this was really Inez Anna de Silva, she'd probably kissed Father Dom a lot too. Okay, now I was blushing.
No offense to Father Dom, but old priests shouldn't be kissed by the 1850's edition of Penelope Cruz.
"¿Esta chica es una mediatadora, verdad?"
"Sí, la es."
"¿Por qué estás rojo?"
"No estoy rojo."
"Lo eres."
"No."
"Sí."
"No."
"Sí."
"Would you two stop it already?!?" I screamed, stamping my foot. Corey looked confused, but shrugged it off. I guess he thought this couldn't get any weirder. "Suzie, phone!" Mom called.
I looked from de Silva to de Silva. "Be right there, Mom!" I called back. "And for you two, try to speak English! This is America." I stormed down the stairs. "Hello?"
"Suze, this is Cee Cee"-"And Adam!"-"And Adam," Cee Cee confirmed.
"Hey guys, what's up?"
Then my face grew pale. I took the cordless to my room, feeling like I had been punched in the gut. Cee Cee and Adam had called me three-way to discuss the crazy thing Adam's cousin Corey had told him. That I could see ghosts. "Listen, guys, I've never even met Corey." Corey raised an eyebrow.
"Suze, I saw you walk away from my house," Adam pointed out. "And Corey'd answered the door. He was crying, Suze. Crying."
I looked over at Corey, bitter he'd put me in this situation. "You know how crazy this all sounds?" I asked loudly.
"Sure we do, Suze," Cee Cee soothed. "But if you can't see ghosts, when are you going to introduce us to Jesse?"
...
...
Damn! She had me! I guess my silence tipped me off. "Suze, Jesse... is he a ghost?" Adam asked quickly, like if he took more than two seconds he would be shot. "He is, isn't he! I knew it!"
Jesse stiffed a little. "Did I hear what I thought I just heard?"
Inez dematerialized, then reappeared. "Mi amor will be here shortly," she said tersely to me, then continued to rant in Spanish to her brother. He snapped back at her. She looked like she was going to burst into tears. He apologized quietly. She beamed at him and all this time Cee Cee and Adam began to prod me with questions. Father Dom came in. I made a confused face and pointed to the phone. "Just tell them, Suze. I-Inez? Is that you?!?" he cried, picking up the girl and spinning her in the air. "INEZ!"
"Is that Father Dom?" Cee Cee asked.
"Yes, it is," I admitted, "and he can see ghosts too."
Translations: "My sister! Where have you been?"
"Everywhere and then some, Jesse! And you? Tell me that you haven't been in this room for 150 years!"
"But... that's not a question that... fine, yes..."
"This girl is a mediator, correct?"
"Yes, she is."
"Why are you all red?"
"I'm not."
"Yes you are."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
AN: Short Chapter, I know, but I don't do it by length, I do it by revelation.