We were driving along the road in Jesse's car.
"What Paul said back there to you was uh...Pretty harsh." I said stretching and then he seen my white lab coat.
"I know. He acts like he owns you or-Whats that?" He asked.
"Oh my coat." I lifted it up and the tag said Dr. S. Simon.
"Doctor? Really? You actually went to MED school?" Jesse asked sounding impressed.
"Yeah. Paul got real worried about me. Gone long hours, mostly at night. He said 'Your still not over the cowboy yet are you? You're even working the same profession as him!' But it was worded a little different with a little bit of cursing." And alot more happened too.
"You two don't seem very...Together. Do you know what I mean?" He asked stopping at a red light.
"Yeah I do. And we are, just not when your around. Or anyone else for that matter."
"He's different though."
"Different? How?"
"Well hes not so...Trying to get his paws on you as you would say."
"Oh yes, he is. Just not when anyone is around and..."
"Ok, too much information and..." I laughed a little and then cut him off.
"I know, I know. 'Susannah, sex before marriage...' Blah de blah blah. Not like you care."
"Well if you happen to know..."
"That you were at it with me more then Paul is." Jesse's jaw dropped. "Oh c'mon. Don't deny it."
"Well thats totally different." He protested.
"No it's not!" I said. "It's totally not different."
"Yes it totally is." He mocked trying to do a impression of me.
"Was that supose to me a impression of moi?" I asked looking at him offended but joking.(A/N-LoL Miranda. Serious but in love, and happy. Haha. That was funny. Family portrait!)
"Oh please don't speak french to me, Susannah. I can barley understand your modern day mumble let alone another language completely."
"Well it's not like I can understand you either. And I can only speak french and english. I'm poor at spanish and the only thing I know is to say please, hello, Merry Chirstmas, sweetheart, friend, count to 6, and I love you and I pick up a few swear words when you talk."
"I do not swear."
"You so do. Don't you remember one time you were cursing on Paul?"
"That was alot of times, querida I mean-Susannah." We pulled up in the Mission parking lot.
"There you go! You just admitted it." I smirked getting out of the car.
"Well...Well...Nombre de Dios."
Thats chapter was kind've short but I'm trying to write it as quick as I can s I can get my other story 'Love Is The Sickest Form Of Homicide' finished and the School of Rock strys aren't getting updated very much.