I Remember
Summary: Suze decides to save Jesse's life, and the fire never starts. But, instead of not remembering Jesse, both Suze and Paul remember. They wonder why, when a certain person appears...
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CeeCee seemed distracted. At least, that's what her fiancee, Adam, thought. "What's wrong?" He asked. "It's Suze," She sighed, "She acts so... depressed. And she's apparently going through a rough spot with Paul..." Adam snorted. "Never liked that guy." Even though Adam did admit that Paul had shaped up, he still didn't like him. CeeCee gave him the look. It had been especially evil since she got those special contacts, instead of glasses. "Adam, get used to it. Suze is our friend. We should be... um, supportive." She kept her voice lowered, for they were in a fancy restaurant. Adam rolled his eyes. "Cee... He gives me the creeps." Then, he noticed something. A little tear in the corner of CeeCee's eye. "We used to be so close, Adam. Now Suze is... distant. That ditzy Laci is like her best friend." A distant, cloudy look appeared in her eyes suddenly. "...oh." "Cee? CeeCee!" Adam asked urgently, slapping her hand. She shook her head, white blonde hair flying. "Nothing... But it's like I saw something in my mind... That's supposed to be there, but... It isn't."
Arms went around me. I laid my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "I can't wait..." I murmured, looking up at him. I couldn't see his face, but I almost knew who he was. I knew he was my true love. But then... Who is he? He smiles and pulls me into a passionat kiss. Madam Zara's words sound in mind. I'll listen...
"You two are such an adorable couple!" Jenny, the wedding planner gushed as she gazed at Paul and I. Paul was cllutching my hand, and I was trying to look enthusiastic. "Oh, I can see you as a Mrs. Slater!" Hah! She barely knew me. Jenny was a plump, fortyish, simple minded woman. Annoying, in other words. "Thank you," I said, my words feelig brittle in my mouth. AAH! Be Mrs. Slater. You ARE Mrs. Slater. Well, almost, anyways. Jenny showed us for the billionth time the courtyard, and when I was just about to strangle her, halted. "Oh, I almost forgot. I would like to introduce you two both to my daughter, Riley, and her beau." A tall, slender, modle type brunette walked toward us, a man at her side. Jesse. Jesse. JESSE! MY JESSE! So that's why he didn't want to kiss me the other day. He was Riley's 'beau'. Just my luck. AAAAAH! "Hi," Riley smiled her model smile. She shook my hand. "Hello," I said back. "Jesse." I nodded toward him. Riley seemed surprised. "Oh, you two know eachother!" Jenny was delighted. Riley was not. Good. Oh, wait, this... this... PRINCESS views ME as competition for her man. Who was originally MY man. Sweet. I make Ms. Perfect cringe. I think...
Paul and I were making out when the doorbell rang. After unrumpling ourselves, we walked to the door. "Ah, Susannah," Jesse said, "I wanted to talk to you about..." He trailed off. "Paul's a shifter too," I said. My eye caught the mirror, and I realized that my hair was till rumpled. Looking into Jesse's eyes, I saw that his response to this was not good. Perfect. "Well," Paul grinned, "Good ol' Jesse's a shifter too. Nice." Jesse stared at me. "It's about Brit. She came to me, and will not move on." "Let's talk outside," I said, leading him out and closing the door. As we walked on the sidewalk, Jesse said, "Was I interrupting anything?" "Well," I smirked, "Yes. Does that bother you?" "No," He replied acidly, "It does not. Look, Brit needs to be exorcised. Will you perform it with me." "Sure," I sighed, "But the only time I can meddle with the afterlife is next Friday." Just two days before my wedding. "Done"
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