Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns mostly everything. I am no Meg Cabot at all, she's a genius for thinking that a human being could fall in love with a ghost. If only I owned Jesse -sigh-...
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That was a particularly exhausting day. Seriously. It was utterly pointless except for the part when I landed on top of Bryce. Right when I got home, I went straight to my bedroom not even bothering to even say "I'm home, mom!" or whoever is home besides my mom, not that she's home or anything. Sleepy and Dopey just dropped me off at home, ditching me for the beach to go surfing with their friends, and they also dropped of Doc to one of his 'peers' house. I am completely alone...and Jesse may just be this very room, my bedroom, right now.
10 minutes... not here. Jeez, for a guy, I thought he'd stick around to watch me.
Just then, I noticed a neatly folded piece of paper on my bed that had my name on it. Must be from Jesse, I thought. Finally, he hasn't responded to my letter in like what, 2-3 days?
I quickly unfolded the note and re-read it over and over again, I didn't exactly know what he meant by his question: Have anyone ever told you anything that might have sound a bit odd yet it was just the right thing you've always wanted to hear?
After what seemed like a couple of minutes of deep thinking, which gave me a headache by the way, due to the fact that I don't think THAT hard much, I knew just the right answer. And my answer is that I'm going to tell him about what the tarot card reader, psychic, whatsoever, told me when I was 12. I just think that if I told him, he might know something about it, you know. My one true love... That line is so clichéd right now. I mean, only a fool would believe something like that...which is what I am, a fool I mean. I believe that there IS someone out there and we're both just waiting for the right time to come to be able to meet each other. Corny I know, eh? What's with the Canadian accent all of a sudden, eh Suze?
Great...now my subconcious is making fun of me, just great.
I was so deep in thought that I didn't even hear the phone ring. And it startled me PRETTY bad, that's what happens when doing some deep thinking. Gah, sooner or later, I may turn into one Albert Einstein. The phone rang again, and this time, I picked it up and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hi, may I please talk to Suze?" a girl asked.
"Speaking..."
"Suzeeeeeeeee!" a loud shriek came from the phone, which almost made me drop it. By then, I recognized the voice immediately, it is owned by no other than, CeeCee Webb.
"Ow! Did you have to shriek at me like that?" I complained.
"Sorry, I just want to ask you if you want to go to Coffee Clutch with Adam and I tonight. Adam just got his license," she said. I could hear Adam telling her to keep it down. "Shut up, Adam!" she hissed.
"Sorry about that, Adam's just being a total monkey. So yeah, you wanna come?" she continued on.
"I don't think so, I still have a lot of work to finish. I'm not done the last 2 chapters of Geometry yet, so yeah," I said. "It's going to be a long night."
"Grsh, that sucks. Oh well, Adam and I also want to know how it felt to be on top of Bryce." I heard Adam say, 'I don't' "Well, just me anyways, he's pretty buff isn't he? God, I knew it! I bet he works out like 3 hours a day and that's not even counting surfing!"
"CeeCee, slow down. Look, I have to go."
"You do? Gah, you better tell me ALL the juicy details, Simon."
"You got it."
"Fine, see ya!" she said and hunged up.
Um, wow.
Actually, I'm already done all of my homework. I just didn't feel like going anywhere, because, I want to exchange more letters with Jesse. Sometimes, I feel as if he's the one Madame Zara was talking about but I just push away those feelings because, c'mon, he's a GHOST and it'll never work out.
Concentrate, Suze, deep breaths. In. Out. In. Out. I'm still trying to figure out how to tell him. So far, I've scribbled down on gazillion papers and none of them sounded right. Now, I only have one last sheet left and my favourite pen is going to run out of ink soon -I hate it when that happens-. Without thinking, I wrote down whatever I was thinking.
Dear Jesse,
I am so glad you wrote back! You do not know how much I missed you, even though we've only known each other for a short time.
To answer your question, yes, there was actually someone, Madame Zara, do you know her? Well yeah, she's a tarot card reader or psychic, I don't know, she told me something very odd but sounded just right.
In sixth grade, my friend Gina and I went to our school carnival and she dragged me to Madame Zara's booth to get our futures checked. Well, she checked mine and she said that I would have one love that will last for ALL eternity. Weird, I know. Have you heard anything like that?
I'm random, aren't I? That explains a whole lot.
I'm glad that you feel that you can share things with me about your family, and I'm really grateful for that. I guess we both almost have the same lifestyle, except the fact that you had to live with 3 girls whereas I have to live with 3 boys, who are slobs by the way. Must've been hard for you huh? I mean, I can tell that you are protective of them, I don't know why. Probably because you are the eldest and the only son, you had to take on on all of the responsibilities around the house.
Marta is the same age as my oldest stepbrother, Jake, and well yeah, I guess Mercedes is the same age as Brad and I and Doc is the same age as your youngest sister, Josefina. I hope your parents are not the same as mine though, it's just too weird to imagine. I'm pretty sure yours are a bit more nicer.
PS: You HAVE to tell me what 'querida' means soon, amigo!
Sincerely,
Suze Simon
Rereading my letter to Jesse, I must say that I was quite please with it. I folded it neatly, just like how Jesse did. Seriously, I don't how he could be so neat, and his writing, oh my, his writing seemed to be like an artist's writing. I've seen my stepbrothers' writing and they are messy as shit. Most of the time, they don't even write straight, which is weird seeing that both my stepbrothers, Sleepy and Dopey, are in my age group. I understand Doc's situation but he writes neater than the two! No wonder someone's going to beat me about the 'turning into Albert Einstein' thing. You didn't think I was serious about that, did you? Well, I was...a bit, serious, I mean. As a matter of fact, I am a bit jealous of Doc. He's got his whole life all planned out and he's only like what, 12 or 13? What about me! I'm 16 for Pete's sake and even I don't even know what I'm going to do with my life. Sometimes, I even think that my one true love is going to save me from all this crap I have to put up with.
The next day flew by so fast, I didn't even realize it until I got home from school. Homeroom was okay, a bit weird though and I am still shocked about what Mr. Walden told me. Right after homeroom, Mr. Walden pulled me aside to speak to me about school.
"Miss Simon, I don't know how to say this, but I know you'll be terribly shocked by what I am about to sa-,"
I cut him off. I know it's rude but...whatever. "Just get to the point, Mr. Walden, I'm late for next class as it is."
"Okay, then, you've been nominated Vice President," he said. HOLD UP, VICE PRESIDENT! "Fifteen times." I've been nominated VP 15 times!
Dumbfounded, I asked, "How is that possible?"
"Well, I guess because you saved the life of Mr. Bryce Martinson yesterday," he continued. "And I guess threatening Ms. Mancuso yesterday too, didn't hurt too bad. She's not one of the better liked girls, I must say."
I guess Mr. Walden heard my little threat to Miss Mancuso, cough, Debbie, cough, and if he didn't rat on me, that makes him cool in my book.
"I still have to think about it, Mr. Walden. This is just too much for it to be able to sink in, I mean it's only my second day here!"
"It's alright, Miss Simon. I understand, but I think you'll make a good VP out of yourself. You have good potential. Just think about it."
"Okay, Mr. Walden. I will."
Back in New York, if you were in the Student Council, they'll think you're just a joke. No one, not even people from the 'hood', can tell them what to do. When we have those dances, there's no King or Queen. And also, if you were a cheerleader, I SWEAR TO GOD, they'll think you're just a waste of time and maybe throw a tomato at you. Happened to one of my fellow peers back home once. It was awfully hard to get tomato stains out of her shirt, in the end, Gina and I just had to burn it and wish it good luck. Not that the shirt understood us of course, which might've caused the fact that some people called us 'hot' weirdos.
Anyways, when I got home, well, guess what? No letter from Jesse. I expected to have a note lying on my bed but I guess I was wrong.
I hope too much.
It's only the second day too and I've already got 2 chapters of Mathematics to do, a riddle I have to figure out, a 4000 word English essay, and Science homework to do. Thank God I'm already done Science and English. I just have Algebra and the riddle to do.
5(9-8)?
What an easy question, I thought. Oh well, it's the last question out of all.
Now the riddle: What's more powerful than God, more evil than the devil, poor people have it, rich people want it?
That is one hard riddle.
I was so deep in thought, again, about the riddle, that I didn't even hear the phone ring. Not until Sleepy knocked on my door which made me yelp pretty badly.
"What do you want, Jake?" I said, opening my door. Wow, I actually remembered to call him by his name.
"Phone for you," he said in a drowsy tone. "Oh yeah, what was that yelp all about? I swear, if a gangbanger is trying to get up on that window of yours, I swear I'm gon-"
There he goes again with the gangbanger crap. "Jake, I swear to you that there is no gangbanger who's out to get me, and your knock just startled me." I interrupted.
"Say, Jake, I have a question for you, What's more powerful than God, more evil than the devil, poor people have it, rich people want it?" I asked him.
Sleepy paused for a brief moment or two, till he said, "Nothing."
"Huh?" I asked.
"The answer is nothing, because no one is more powerful than God, no one is more evil than the devil, poor people have nothing, and rich people want nothing."
"Oh."
"Yeah, anyways, here's the phone," he saind, handing the phone to me. "It's Bryce, I don't know what he wants to say to you but whatever."
How could Sleepy be so smart? SMARTER THAN ME, actually. That was a fairly simple riddle and I didn't even have the slightest clue on what the answer was. Oh well, beggars can't be choosers right?
"Hello?" I said into the speaker not remembering who the other speaker is.
"Hey, Suze, it's Bryce." Oh yeah.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Not much, just wondering if we're still on for Saturday?"
I didn't know what he was talking about until I remembered that he asked me out yesterday. Ohmigod, I have a date with the hottest guy in school! "Yeah, sure."
"Dinner and a movie then?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure." I said, for the 2nd time. After a minute of dead silence, I said, "Listen, Bryce? I have to go, I still have some homework to do." I am such a liar, I should be punished for this.
"Oh. Okay then...I guess talk to you later."
"Later."
"Bye."
Saturday, Saturday...when is Saturday? I take a look at my calendar, and, OH SHIT. It's two days away and I don't have anything to wear! I mean, I know I shouldn't panic about this but it IS my first date with a guy from Carmel, California right? Before, the guys I only dated were from Brooklyn, meaning gangsters, whatsoever. You know, those guys from the 'hood'.
Nothing made me yell more than what happened next. After I was done talking to the phone with Bryce, I turn around to see a dozen of red roses floating up in the air, going in the direction of my bed then dropped. Jesse. I ran to my bed and found a note along with the roses. It read: Querida, Yours Truly, Jesse. In the fanciest font, EVER.
"HOLY CRANAPOLY!" I yelled.
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