Note: All characters are owned by Meg Cabot.
Sorry it took me so long to update! I'm still working on Mistakes and Growing up Together. I'm thinking of finishing this story first before updating my other fanfics…so should I finish this one first? I need answers!
When I woke up this morning, I noticed that my window was closed. Now, I could've sworn that it was open last night when I came in and my door's still locked but being a zombie I am every time I wake up, I just ignored it.
Waking up three in the afternoon is not fun I tell you. After I showered, I heard the phone ring and I was so not in the mood to answer it.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hi, uh, may I please speak to Suze?" an unfamiliar voice asked.
"Speaking, may I ask who this is?"
"Oh! Hi Suze! It's me Bryce."
"Hi Bryce. How are you?"
"I'm fine. What about you? Are you all settled?"
"Well, I'm fine but…" I said, while looking at the mess in my room. "I'm definitely not settled."
"Yeah, well, I just wanted to ask if you're going down to the beach, since Jake and Brad are here."
"Well, I still have some unpacking to do…" I didn't really want to go outside, so I said, "Can we reschedule?"
"Yeah…sure, we can." Bryce said, sounding disappointed.
"Thanks, Bryce! Bye."
"No problem, bye…"
After that EXCRUCIATING phone call, sorry Bryce, I just wasn't really in the mood, I headed downstairs to get breakfast…or should I say lunch.
When I got down, guess who I see sitting in the living room? Yep that's right, my mother. I didn't really want to have 'the talk' right now, no not THAT kind of talk, if you get what I mean.
"Hey mom…" I said, not really sure of what to say.
"Hi Susie, I see you're up, sleep well?" my mom asked while sipping her tea.
"Uh, yeah sure. Slept like a log." I can't get anymore lamer, can I?
"That's nice, so, go on and eat, then after, we can talk about your school, alright?"
"Fine…" I muttered.
Just as I was leaving, my mom asked me, "Who was that on the phone earlier today?"
I didn't really want to tell her because she'll go crazy…not in a bad way though. But lying is a sin and I must not tell lies…yeah, right.
"Bryce Martinson, Jake's friend."
"Oh really?" my mom asked with a big goofy grin on her face.
"Yeah, he asked me if I were going down to the beach but I said no because I wanted to finish unpacking today."
"Okay, honey. Whatever." My mom just said whatever, Omigosh. HA! If I were drinking something that very moment I would have it coming right out of my nose just right about now.
"Look, mom. I'm really hungry, so can I eat now?"
"Yeah, go ahead. I'll wait here."
After I finished breakfast, or lunch, whatever, I went back to my living room. And my mom is still there. I really didn't expect her to wait for me.
"So, you wanted to talk about school?"
"Yes…"
"Okay…then, shoot."
"Well, I just wanted you to know that you'll be starting school the day after tomorrow's tomorrow. You're going to a catholic school. I'm sure you know that. You'll also be going with your stepbrothers. We're going school shopping tomorrow, too...in the mall. We need to buy you some clothes…Susie, honey; you think you can bury the motorcycle jacket, along with the pants too?"
"Let me get this straight, you're saying that I'm starting school in 2 days and going school shopping tomorrow, in the mall? Okay…the mall I can handle, even though I don't like it there... BUT I AM NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES THROWING OUT MY LEATHER JACKET AND MY FAVOURITE PANTS."
"Okay then…"
"Is that all, mom?"
"No," she sighed. "I want you to promise me that you won't get in anymore fights like you did back in New York. I expect you to start over, understand?"
"But," I was about to complain but she stopped me.
"No buts, Promise me."
"Fine…I promise."
"Thank you, honey. You don't know how much this means to me. I know it's been hard for you ever since your father died…but you have to move on, WE have to move on." My mom said, tears forming in her eyes.
"It's okay mom…really. I promise." I assured her. "Mom is it okay if I go back up to my room? I need to finish unpacking."
"Yeah, you go ahead."
"Thanks mom." I said then hugged her.
"You're welcome."
I had to leave, I HAD to, I just can't stand it when my mother cries. It's bad enough that she cried for about a year when my father died. I'm glad that Andy came by and made her all happy again.
So, I went up to my room, and started unpacking…
I was on my last box, when I heard a knock on my door.
"Coming already!" I yelled through the door. I slowly got up and walked to the door. And when I opened it, I saw Doc standing in the doorway, excuse me, MY doorway.
"H-hi Suze," Doc said nervously.
"Hey Doc, uh, I mean David. What's up?"
"Well, I just wanted to let you know that I've been doing some research on this house and," He hesitated for a moment, but continued. "I've come to a conclusion that it's haunted due to the fact that it's been up ever since the mid 1800s. I know, I know, you don't believe in ghosts...well do you?"
"Yes, I do." I said. WHAT? I do. How can you explain that paranormal stuff on TV if ghosts didn't exist?
"You do!" Doc asked in surprise.
"Yeah…why?"
"It's just that I told Jake and Brad about it but they didn't believe me. They just keep on making fun of me about it, calling it Dave's ghost, or something."
"Don't worry, I believe you, even though I can't see them, I still believe you. So is the whole house haunted? And how do you know it's really a ghost?"
"No, not the whole house…just, uh…how can I say this without you thinking I'm a complete fool…it's just your bedroom that's haunted. I know it's really a ghost because before you came here, I'd always sit by your window and I would always feel this very cold spot…" SO THAT'S WHY IT WAS SO COLD WHEN I SAT THERE. Stupid ghost who I can't even see! I muttered to myself. "And I, as a man, am kindly offering you my room." Doc finished.
"Uh, Doc, hate to burst your bubble on this whole manly act thing, but I think I can handle a ghost, who I can't even see…" I added. "by myself. It's okay really. I love my room. And I don't really care if a ghost haunts it whatsoever. But thanks for offering, David. That was really nice of you."
"If you're sure…" Doc said and walked away.
I sighed and closed my door. Now who could this ghost be?
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