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...

Disclaimer: Don't own anything.

8

"You are sooo depressed," Laci commented as she made some hot chocolate(AN:btw, people, asking if u guys like Laci. another voting thingy. not that i like her, i modeled her after an annoying girl at my school... but tell me your opinion...).

I just sighed. How 'bout I tell her about my problems?

Me: Uh... Laci?
Laci: Yeah?

Me: You know Dr. McDreamy?

Laci: OOOOOH! That hot Latino?

Me: Yep. He's really my ex from the past that now never existed, and last night, I kissed him, even though I'm engaged to Paul!

Laci: ...

Nah. Don't think I'll tell her.

"It's um, complicated," I said. Oh yeah. My problem's preeetty complicated, alright.

"You know what you need?" CeeCee smirked at me as we ate our Chicken McGriddles. I think we have an unhealthy obsession with McDonalds.

"What?" I moaned. The last time CeeCee tried to cheer me up, I ended up in a bikini at Splash Park. A place that is mainly inhabited by... six year olds. Guess what, Cee?

I ain't a Cali girl.

So, you can understand why I was so hesitant to go along with CeeCee's grand schemes.

"How 'bout you have a bachelorette's party tonight?" She exclaimed, "I mean, I know it's the night before your wedding, and all-that it's a little late. But it can be a little one, with just a few close friends at the local club(AN: have no idea what to call the local club)."

"Can we invite Laci?" I asked feebly. I know that CeeCee hates Laci. Don't know why, I just do.

As predicted, CeeCee wrinkled her nose at the name. "Fine. I'll take care of the others."

Haha. Strange that I foresaw that.

Laci was giggling, trying on various dresses(all hideous). It was the night of the bachelorette party. I, unlike her, had bought a new outfit, but hadn't put it on yet.

"What about this?" She asked, walking over in a horrid lilac number. I tried not to shudder. The dress was not clubbish. You see, it was long, with a poofy skirt at the bottom, and little stick-out flowers aaaaaall over. Oh, and... a bow. Right in the middle on the top.

Gosh, I hope Laci doesn't think that it's sexy.

"Um..." I said, "I'm... speechless."

She squealed in delight, obviously not knowing that 'I'm speechless' often means: 'Heck, you look bad.'

"I'm gonna go get my dress on," I muttered, brushing past her. Seriously, I felt like I should tell her, but the poor little she-geek(AN: no offense to any she-geeks. i'm probably one of them, myself. either that, or an outsider. oo! one guy called me a goth once!) needs a night out once in a while. Plus, I had a feeling that her other dresses weren't any better.

Finally, I walked out of the bathroom in a semi-formal number, a far cry from Laci's Purple Poof. It was red, reached just above my knees, with tiny little straps. It was paired with equaly strappy shoes, also red. The dress hugged my curves, even emphasizing them a bit. My hair was crimped-quite artfully, I might add.

Hey, so I'm depressed. Doesn't mean I can't look hot

"So...?" I smirked at Laci, twirling in front of her. For some reason, she looked like she was about to laugh her head off. Um... look in the mirror lately?

"What's wrong?"
"Oh... nothing."

That worried me.

As I pondered this, she walked into our shared bathroom. Then, I heard it. A muttered, "Wow, Suze sure doesn't know how to dress at a country club!" answered my question.

A country club? Laci thinks that my bachelorette party is gonna be held at a COUNTRY CLUB!

Oh, this is just too much.

So, I just rolled over on my bed and laughed into my pillow.

So, we had arrived at the 'country club'(giggle), which was artfully named, "Club Get Your Party On". Um, long name, much?

CeeCee had arrived with a few friends, Mel, a fiery redhead, Gina(duh), and Tali, a pretty Asian girl. They were all dressed in dresses in the same semiformal style as mine(either that or a tank top and miniskirt) so what could be expected of them except to gape in horror at Laci's dress.

Finally, they recovered, and besides a few giggles(TALI!), they were calm.

Well, besides Gina.

Who else would yell, "What the heck are you wearing!" At Laci. And who else but Laci would dart looks at me and whisper to Gina "Well, Suze doesn't know how to dress for a country club!", while giving glances of pity at pooor Gina in her tank top and denim mini. Of course, Gina, being the good friend she is, winked at me, and nodded at Laci.

We walked into the club,(all of us having a clue staying a few feet away from Laci in her Purple Poof) being greeted by wolf whistles. Though I'm pretty sure that none of them were directed toward Laci. The sad girl was staring around, puzzled. For some strange reason, all of the girls there were dressed like us neaderthols! Gasp!

"This isn't a country club!" She muttered to me. And I couldn't resist.

"Exactly."

Three hours and several drinks later for some certain young women(coughGinaCeeCeeTaliMelcough)...

That's right. I was at my bachelorette party, and I didn't have a single drink. I AM DEPRESSED, PEOPLE!

But the sad thing is... Laci had had one drink. Just one. But that's not the point. The point is...

THAT NERD HAS HAD MORE DRINKS THAN ME!

That's when a slightly drunken Gina and CeeCee walked up, pushing a guy toward me. Guess who that guy was?
That's right. Jesse.

He looked very embarrassed, not drunk at all, and... well, hot as ever.

"Suze!" Gina giggled, "This is Jesse." "Isn't he cute!" CeeCee grinned. Behind her were Tali and Mel, giving me thumbs up. Laci was in some corner, talking Einstein with a guy in suspenders.

Strange folks you meet in clubs.

"Jesse and I have met," I said icily. Emotions swirled all around inside of me.

"Ooh! You have?" Mel said as she Tali walked(tipsily) over. Jesse nodded. A slow song came on.

"Dance!" They all said at the same time, pushing us on together.

"So," I smirked weakly, my arms on his shoulders. A shiver went down my spine as his arms snaked around my waist. "Where's Riley?"

"I came alone," Jesse replied in his sexy voice, "To think some things over."

I stared deep into his eyes. Were you thinking of me?

I remembered old times. In Jesse's arms. Subconciously, I lay my head on his chest.

"I missed you so much," I murmured, closing my eyes. I could feel Jesse's head on my hair.

"Same here, querida." That made me give a blissful sigh. I had missed that name.

In silence, our emotions expressed silently, we swayed to the beat. Finally, the song ended, and I whispered in Jesse's ear, again, "I just want you to know, that no matter who I marry, it'll always be you."

Bit of a filler there. OK; LAST CHAPTER WARNING! sirens go off NEXT CHAPTER IS THE LAST! r and r, puh-leeeeeeze!

buh-bye!