Ok in the reveiws someone was saying that this should be a Suze/Paul story. But really, when you finish reading this story you'll be thinking that he dosen't deserve her. Also there's going to be a sequal. I already have it planned out. Here's the second chapter. Sorry if I dissappointed anyone with it Paul being the way he's going to be. I'm not going to ruin it so in the next chapter or the 4th you're going to find out the truth.

I stepped out on the front padio. The sun was rising over the Pacific Ocean making the sky blue and pink. I stapped back to look at the house. It was big and beautiful, no doubt about that, but there was somthing in the wood. What is that? I walked up to it and looked at it closely. It said. MDS 1846. A cold shiver went down my spine and I said to myself.

"Oh I hate her." After almost killing me of chorse. Then under it I seen JDS. I ran my fingers over the engraving. They were here? I thought. What if.... Then I remembered. The attic! The attic and storage place in the basement that no one dared to go. But today, I! Suze Simon, was going to go through it.

I went into the spare room and in the closet was the hatch to go up to it. I opened it and got a step ladder and got up there as easy as that. I looked around the place. It was dusty and looked like it hasn't been touched in a hundred years. Or more. Then there was a chest. I walked over to it and tried to open it. No luck. Then I looked around.

"A mat." I said and then lifted it up and took the key out.

"What are you doing?" Paul asked now standing behind me.

"Jezze, you almost scared me to death." I said stnading over the chest. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on the cheek.

"So what are you doing up here?" He asked and then seen the old leather covered chest. "Treasure hunting?"

"No." I said and then unwrapped myself from his grasp and knelt down. I unlocked the chest and when I opened it dust went everywhere. I cleared the air with my hand and was coughing. When it all cleared I seen a shoebox almost. I took it out and looked at it. "Letters." I said and passed the box up to Paul. He opened it and read the letters aloud.

"It's all in spanish. I'll translate." He said. "Dear Felix," my ears perked. "I hope you can make it here in time before Hector.-" then Paul chuckeled a little at the name scince no one calls him that anymore. "-You know that I don't want to marry the fool. It was arranged. We're cousins. Anyway I hope you get this letter. You know what to do when you come here. I need you to get rid of Hector for me, please. Love, Maria."

"I can't believe she'd do that!" I said. "Arranged for Jesse to be killed." I rummaged through the chest only to find it not as big as I thought it would be and I found a board that didn't match the chest to be there. "There's a trick to this. I know it." Then I popped one side of it and it came up.

"What the-" Paul said and I covered my nose and mouth to come to a really bad smell.

"Oh my gosh." I kept my mouth covered with one hand and picked up a bloody shirt, pants, and blanket. The exact said clothes Jesse was in when he was killed. "Go get the phone." Paul went down and brought me up the phone, and I called the Historic Society.

10AM

Me and Paul were watching all the things being carried down from the attic. Paintings, clothes, jewlrey, and Maria's wedding dress. Then the phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered the phone.

"Susannah, you are all over the news." It was Jesse. I knew that voice.

"Yeah, I'm kinda aware of that, Jesse but thanks."

"I see you found the chest hidden in the attic." He said.

"Yeah I kinda got a clue when I found yours and ex-fiancee beloved's engraved in the house. Sure come over and see if you reconize anything."

"It's been over 150 years, Susannah." He said.

"Oh c'mon. I mean you just came back. Maybe we can all go out tonight. Me, you, Paul, CeeCee, Adam, and CeeCee."

"Ok fine." He said. "As long as Paul keeps to himself, if you know what I mean."

"But you might wanna use a different name because if you say your own the Historic Soceiaty might get suspicious. Ok?"

"Ok, Bye Susannah."

"Bye!" I hung up and 5 minutes later I heard a little arguement and I went outside to see Jesse aruging with a Historic Society member. He's changed a little bit over the years. "Let him through." I said and then I heard the dude mumble somthing about proceedure.

"Look I'll proceedure you and the fuzz outta here if you don't let him through." The buddy rooled his eyes. "Now!" Then he moved and let Jesse through. "What name did you use?"

"Joshua Simon." He said.

"You used my last name." I told him as we stepped into the house.

"It was the first thing I thought of." Jesse shrugged and we went inside the house and then another Historic Offical named Mr.Ryan stopped us and asked.

"Who's that?" He asked with his little chart and camera.

"Josh Simon." I told him.

"Relitive?" Mr.Ryan wondered.

"Cousin." I said. Ew! Cousin! I made out with my cousin! Well I more then made out with him. Why didn't I just say he was Paul's cousin.

"Cousin, Susannah?" Jesse asked looking down at me. He was much much taller then me being 4 years older then me and everything.

"Well you were going to marry your cousin. I mean dude, ew." Then Paul came over.

"Why is he here?" Paul asked and he couldn't be anymore rude.

"Because I invited him over, Mr.Smarty pants." Paul kissed me on the lips and grasped my arms. "Ow." I said. He squeezed the bruise that I had gotten.

"Sorry." He said not sounding all that sorry at all.

"Mr.Slater." Mr.Ryan said. "Can you see to some of these papers about landing the house over to us for the night or do you want your lawyer to look them over?"

"I am my lawyer, and just a minute." Paul was a successfull lawyer working at the biggest firm in town but the office decided to give him a little summer vacation. "I'll be back." He said and kissed my cheek.

"Ahem." Jesse cleared his throat. "I thought you said none of-" Then I cut him off.

"Well you didn't care a few years ago when Paul was around, now did you?" I smirked as we walked into the living room. I sat down in the couch across from where Jesse was sitting. "So," I started. "Where have you been for the past 3 years? I mean like wow. I'm still in shock you actually came back."

"I was in California." He said.

"California? You were still in California? For 3 years and I never seen you not once?"

"I was in Los Angeles." He said.

"And you never told anybody? You never tried to get in touch?"

"Well.."

"You never phoned, e-mailed, texted, a letter. You could've made smoke signals in the damned sky and I would've been happy!" I freaked. "Why didn't you try to reach me? Not once."

"Well I needed some time, Susannah."

"Time!" Time! "We could've taken a break or somthing." Then Paul cuts in.

"The Historic Society says that it's best that we leave for tonight and come back tomorow." He said walking into the living room. "So I was thinking...Hotel?"

"Actually I have somthing in mind." Then the phone rang...Again. "Hello?"

"Susannah." It's Father Dom. He's the only one who calls me that besides Jesse.

"Yes, Father D."

"You are all over the news."

"For the second time. I know. Jesse already told me."

"Oh he said he was going there. Can you tell him I have an intervention out of town and that the doors of the school will be unlocked for him so he can get into the rectory."

"Sure." I said. "No problem. Mentioning the rectory. The Historic dudes are kicking us out of the house for tonight so do you think we could stay in that extra room?"

"Go ahead. It's not used ofr anything anyway. Well I must be going now."

"Ok good-bye." Then I hung up. "We got a place to stay."

"At the creepy old school with a church?" Paul asked not being optimistic about it at all.

"Yeah, it's an old school but it's a nice school. With a basicilla." I said. "And it dosen't cost any money."

Then Mr.Ryan came back. "Mr.Slater, I need to speak to you again."

"Go on, Suze. Get Jesse to take you there." Then when I was going into my room to get my things to gather I heard Paul growl somthing at Jesse.

"If you touch her, I have ways to put you back to that ranch you call home, cowboy." Harsh. Paul needs to cool his jets.

I packed up and me and Jesse left for the Mission.

Ok the 3rd chapter is going to be shorter. And I should be done real soon.