The Mediator: Egyptian Style

I hear noises. What are they?

I woke up to find that the noises had gone away. Whats going on?

Oww. I ache. Really badly. Ahhh, it hurts!

I looked next to me and saw that Jesse was missing. I got up with the sheet wrapped around me and went over to the dresser. I saw a note written in old-fashioned calligraphy. Jesse.

Susannah,

I went out to get some breakfast. I'll be back in a little while. I hope you are feeling better querida.

Love,

Jesse

Oh. I guess that explains it then.

I stripped myself of the sheets and ran into the bathroom. I closed the door behind me.

I turned on the hot water and then went to the bathroom. I had to pee really bad.

Then I hopped into the shower, letting the steaming water carress my body. It felt really good.

Thats when I decided to take a bath instead. So, I hopped out of the shower and turned the water off. Then I went walked out and into the little adjoining part where the tub was.

I turned the water on in the tub and went to the little closet that was in there and found some bath bubbles. I pored them in and almost instantly the bathtub filled up with bubbles. It looked so appealing. You know, there was even a jacuzzi in this suite, but I'll wait to go in there with Jesse. Its no fun by yourself.

I grabbed a bath pillow. I set myself in the bathtub, with the pillow behind my head, and the bubbles covering my body like a blanket. I closed my eyes and just soaked.

I washed my hair and body, and then I just soaked some more. I was really tired. I guess thats what finally doing that certain activity does to you.

Suddenly I heard Jesse knock on the bathroom door. "Susannah, are you hungry?"

"Yeah, I'll be out in a little bit," I answered.

"Take your time."

I just lay there for a few more minutes. Then I remembered that Harrison guy. What was his deal? What was he studying in the pyramid? I didn't even know you were allowed in them, let alone there actually being an opening. Wait, thats where they buried the pharaohs isn't it?

I'm so stupid.

But how exactly did he die? I mean, his death was what was probably holding him back. Not that he died, but how he died.

Getting conked on the head is not a very peaceful way to die.

Thats when thinking was too much for me and I started to get a migraine.

I got out of the tub, still aching a little bit. I took the giant white fluffy towel and wrapped it around my body. And then towel-dried my hair. I could always straighten it later.

Then I emerged from the bathroom. Jesse was in a chair reading the newspaper. Typical.

He looked at me and smiled. "I was not sure how you were feeling. So I got a variety of things for you to choose from."

"Thanks, Jesse," I said. I walked over to the bed and looked in the bag. There was an egg, porkroll, and cheese bagel sandwich, a chocolate chip muffin, a plain bagel with cream chease, and a boston creme doughnut.

I started laughing, it was really funny if you thought about it.

"Susannah, please don't start again," Jesse pleaded. Okay, I wasn't as bad as I was last night, but he knew what it could lead to.

"I'm sorry, Jesse, but its just funny that you got all this for me."

"Yes, well I didn't know what mood you would be in this morning."

I rolled my eyes at him. I picked up the muffin and took a bite out of the top.

"Did you eat anything yet?" I asked with my mouth full of muffin. This can't be why he loves me, though.

"No, I wanted to see what you ate. I was just going to eat what you didn't," he answered.

"Oh."

"Querida?"

"Hmm?"

"Can you not talk with your mouth full?"

I rolled my eyes again. "Yes, mother."

I saw the smile break out across his face. Hey, at least I entertain him. And not just in the humorous way either.

I finished my muffin pretty fast. I threw away the paper thingy.

Then I went and sat in Jesse's lap as he was eating the bagel sandwich. Yes, I was still in a towel. I just want to see how long it takes for it to "fall" off of me.

After Jesse finished his sandwich, I turned around and kissed him. He was a little surprised at first, but then gladly returned it.

There we were, making out. Me in a towel and him fully clothed.

And Mr. Harrison Matthews had to go and ruin it. Again.

"Is this all you two ever do?" he asked boredly.

I knew I should have stopped kissing Jesse but he was just so hot and I craved him. However, Jesse seemed to resist temptations, for he pulled apart.

"Susannah, go get changed," he told me. I pouted and stalked off to the dresser, grabbed a cute orange bikini, then went to the closet and grabbed my soft yellow sundress. Then I went into the bathroom and changed.

Stupid Harry guy.

Meanie. He just had to pick that moment to interrupt us, didn't he?

Mmhmm, he did. What an ass. I mean, who does that? Well obviously he does, but besides him?

Nope, don't see anyone else doing that. Well, anyone else of the dead variety.

Whatever.

I finished getting changed. Then I straightened my hair and put some make up on.

Then I walked out of the bathroom to find Harry and Jesse in a deep conversation.

Jesse turned around and smiled at me as Harrison dematerialized.

I walked over to him and sat on his lap again. He put is arms around me and nuzzled my neck.

"So, Jesse, you find out anything interesting?" I queried.

"Yes, actually, I have," he answered.

He didn't say more, so I asked, "Care to elaborate?"

"Oh, yes, well Mr. Matthews was actually killed in the Red pyramid, the one we are going to see today. It is a very interesting coincidence. He also said that he was studying the writings on King Snefaru's tomb, the king that the Red Pyramid was built for," Jesse explained.

Hmm, very interesting stuff.

Very interesting indeed.

Now can we get back to making out?

"Susannah," Jesse said in an I-know-what-you're-thinking tone. He usually always knows what I'm thinking about. Most of the time when it involves him in the physical way, if you catch my drift.

"Yes, Jesse?" I asked innocently. However, he saw right through the cherubic act and settled for a smirk, which looked absolutely hot on him - well everything looks hot on Jesse, but you know, it was sexy.

I looked at him and smiled in an impish way. Then flung my arms around his neck and kissed him hard. He returned it with equal passion and love. Oh, how lucky I feel. However, I know something will go wrong - eventually. But lets not think about that right now. Lets think about how pleasurable Jesse's kisses were.

Then he broke away.

I looked at him in shock.

"Querida, we should get going now," was all he said.

Going? Where are we going?

"We are going to visit the Red Pyramid today, Susannah," he explained..

Oh. Can't we make out more? I mean, I'd so rather do that than visit some stanky old crumbly pyramid. And it's the same pyramid that Harry guy was killed in. See, I was paying attention.

I think Jesse knows how to read minds. Honestly. Unless he just knows me all too well. I'll just go for the latter. Jesse being able to read minds? That's creepy. Really creepy. I mean, he could be reading my every thought, which are very private and not to mention extremely embarrassing.

Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns the Mediator series, not me. I'm just writing about her awesome characters because I have no life.