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Fake and Friends

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot.

On my home from work at around nine, I stopped at a liquor store and bought a copy of People. I was so furious. How could Jesse do that! To me! I thought he loved me. Calm down Suze, it's probably all a misunderstanding. I mean, his head was covering her. Maybe, hopefully, they weren't kissing. Hopefully. But I was still mad either way.

I got home, and went inside. Jesse was sitting on the couch, watching the evening news. "Ahem," I said loudly. Jesse turned around and smiled, but it quickly disappeared when he saw the fuming look on my face.

"What's wrong querida?" He said, getting up.

"This is what's wrong." I held up the cover of People to his face. I didn't dare look at the cover, the image was still blazing in my head. He stared agape at it. "Mind if you explain what the hell is going on?" He took the magazine from me and just stared at the cover.

"Querida, I never, ever kissed her. Tom was introducing us and I guess a camera snapped at the wrong angle. I'm so sorry Susannah. But trust me, it's not what it looks like." My face softens. Jesse always did know the right things to say. I gave him a hug.

"Just promise me you won't ever cheat on me with a blonde popstar," I said, my face buried in his shoulder.

"Querida, you don't even have to worry," he said, holding me close. I lifted my head and kissed him. After we parted, the same smile he greeted me with appeared on his face once more.

We ordered Chinese food and talked the whole night away. I woke up the next morning, happy that it was a Saturday because I had no work on weekends and that it was Jesse's first day off since he got the record deal. And tomorrow is the start of the long, grueling process of recording his record. Jesse was sleeping peacefully, muttering "querida." I got up and walked out of the room, hunting for some food when the phone. I checked the caller I.D. It was my mom. Picking it up, I said into the receiver, "Hi mom."

"Hello Susie. I'm so sorry about you and Jesse, I knew he'd do something like this-"

"Do what?"

"You know, cheat on you."

"I take it you saw People then."

"Of course I did. Susie, you can come home anytime at all. We haven't changed your room one bit -" Mom was really reluctantly when I told her that I was moving in with Jesse, thinking me and him were going to have sex all day and all night. But I'm still a virgin.

"Mom, it was just all a misunderstanding, Jesse didn't really kiss her."

"Oh good, well then." There was an awkward silence.

"Is there anything else?" I asked, sort of peeved that my mom would think Jesse would ever do such a thing.

"Andy and I want to invite you two over for dinner tonight? How does that sound?"

"Sounds great mom."

"Good, come around eight. I'll see you then Susie."

"Okay, bye mom."

"Bye hun. I love you."

"I love you too, bye." I hung up. Then I felt strong arms wrap around my waist, I giggled. Jesse started to kiss down my neck and onto my shoulder. I turned around and planted my lips to his. It was getting pretty heated up until the phone rang. We parted and I sighed. Turning around, I picked up the receiver and placed it against my ear. Jesse whispered to me that he was going to make breakfast and left my side. "Hello?"

"Oh my God Suze," it was Cece.

"Hello Cece."

"Suze, you could totally bunk with me and Andrew. I can't believe Jesse would do something like this-"

"Cece, chill out. It's a tabloid. Do you really think that stuff is real?"

"Well…"

"Exactly."

"Okay, okay. So he didn't cheat on you with that social disease that which we call Amy Baxter." I laughed and Cece joined in with me. We talked for a while until Jesse said that breakfast was ready. I said goodbye to Cece and hung up. Walking into the kitchen, the smell of omelets filled my nostrils. Jesse smiled as I sat down across from him and started to pile omelet onto my plate.

"So what do you want to do today?" Jesse asked, after taking a bite of his omelet.

"Anything, as long as it's with you-" I was interrupted by the phone. Sighing, I made a move to get up, but Jesse sat me down.

"I'll get it." So he walked over to the phone and answered it. After a few minutes, Jesse came back into the kitchen with a miserable look on his face. I looked up at him worried and confused.

"What's wrong?" I asked getting up and wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I'm so sorry querida-" I placed my finger to his lips. I knew what he was going to say and I wasn't too happy about it.

"Tom called didn't he?" He nodded. "And they need you, don't they?" He nodded again. I sighed.

"If you must go, then you must go," I said sadly, letting go of him and sitting back down at the table.

"But I promise when I get back querida that we'll do anything you want," he said, kneeling next to me. I wasn't exactly looking him in the eye when I nodded my head. Then I burst into tears. "Querida," he cooed. He cradled me in his arms.

"Jesse, I don't want you to go. I don't care how important you are. I want you to stay with me. Forget about Tom and the music for once, please. Think about me," I cried into his shoulder.

"Querida." We stayed like that for what seem like eternity. I stopped crying and looked up at him.

"God, I'm being so stupid. I can't just hog you all to myself," I laughed. "Go Jesse, I guess we can do something when you get home. Oh and at eight my mom invited us over for dinner." He nodded, smiling sad.

In a few minutes, he got dressed and gave me a kiss before leaving to the studio. I washed the dishes and stored the rest of the omelet in the fridge. I vacuumed the living room and bedroom. God, when did I turn into such a housewife? After vacuuming, I took a shower and changed into jeans and a white polo. Grabbing my cars keys, I decided to have an early lunch at this restaurant near the museum.

I pulled into the parking lot and found a space between a BMW and a Honda. The waiter sited me at a table near the front. The April rain season was about to start with heavy, dark clouds over head. The waiter handed me a menu and would check back in five minutes. I skimmed the salad section when I heard a voice. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Miss Suze Simon." I looked up and my eyes got big.

"Gina!" I got up from my sit and gave her a hug. "Here, sit with me." She sat in front of me. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Jake invited me to come to San Francisco." Have I told you? Jake started to date Gina when she was here five months ago for vacation. "So, how's Mr. Rockstar De Silva?" My face turned gloomy. "Ok Simon, what did he do?"

"Nothing, it's just this whole music business is starting to take more and more of his time."

"I see. Well at least he isn't going on tour yet." She was right. The waiter came back and we both ordered Caesar salads and Diet Cokes. After having lunch, we just shopped and talk. At around three, we said our good-byes. She was staying over at Jake's apartment in Carmel. I got home, and found that Jesse had called and left a message on the machine.

"Querida, I'll be home at around five, in time for dinner at your parents' house." That was the only message from him. I had no one to call and nothing to do so I turned on the TV. and watched a marathon of Full House. When I was really young, Full House was one of my favorite shows, but now it seemed so fake. Stuff that happened on Full House would probably never happen on a regular basis.

Five rolled around and Jesse wasn't home yet. Six came and I heard the jingle of keys outside the front door. The door opened and closed. I turned my head at Jesse and hanging his coat on the coat hanger. He took off his shoes and sat down next to me. I rested me head on his shoulder. "What happened? I thought you'd be home at five."

"The interview at the studio ran a little long." We stayed like that until around eight, when we got up and drove over to Andy's house. Dinner was fine, not to exciting except that Jake had brought Gina with him.

We got home and changed into our pj's and got in bed. That night, we slept in each other's arms.