Are You Gunna Be My Girl?

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2…

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Take my hand and come with me

Because you look so fine

That I really wanna make you mine

I said you look so fine

That I really wanna make you mine

4...

5…

6…

Come on and get your kicks

Now you don't need any money

When you look like THAT, do ya, honey?

Big black boots

Long brown hair

She's so sweet

With her 'get back' stare

Now, I could see

You home with me

But you were with another man

Yeah

I know we ain't got

Much to say

Before I let you

Get away, yeah

I said are you gunna be my girl?

Listen:

1…

2…

3…

Take my hand and come with me

Because you look so fine

That I really wanna make you mine

I said you look so fine

That I really wanna make you mine

4...

5…

6…

Come on and get your kicks

Now you don't need any money

With a face like THAT, do ya?

Big black boots

Long brown hair

She's so sweet

With her 'get back' stare

Well, I could see

You home with me

But you were with another man

Yeah

I know we ain't got

Much to say

Before I let you

Get away, yeah

I said are you gunna be my girl?

I could see

You home with me

But you were with another man

Yeah

I know we ain't got

Much to say

Before I let you

Get away, yeah

Be my girl?

Be MY girl?

ARE YOU GUNNA BE MY GIRL?

SUZE

I woke up the next morning, feeling like crap. NO. Not the 'I have a hangover I feel like crap' type of crap. The 'holy crap how could I just abandon my family like this?' crap. CRAP! I have to tell him. I have to tell him that I have to go home. I need my mother. I miss her. I even miss GASP Sleepy! (nobody could miss Dopey…) before I could even get out of bed, I heard knocking on my door.

"Uh, Susannah? Its me, Magdalena. There is a man here. He says he knows you. Would you like to meet with him?"

Who the hell could that be? Nobody knows I'm here except-

I'M SO GOING TO KILL HIM. HE IS SO DEAD. AND HE BETTER NOT BOTHER ME WHEN HES DEAD EITHER, BECAUSE, AS OF NOW, I DON'T LIKE DEAD PEOPLE. WHY CAN'T DEAD PEOPLE JUST LEVE ME-

"Susannah, are you awake?"

"Why don't you come in, Magdalena, I'm decent. Come in here and tell me who this mystery man is" although I already knew well and good who it was.

Magdalena joined my in my room, and while I was dressing myself behind the handy dandy screen in my room, she told me who it was.

"He says his name is Paul Slater. Do you want me to get Jesse to scare him off?"

"No, no. I'll talk to him. He's an old… friend." Friend my ass.

Halfway through my conversation with Magdalena, who should come running into the room looking livid but Jesse. He was swearing up a storm in Spanish and his scar was glowing. I guess he somehow found out.

Uh-oh…

Crap…

"Susannah? Why is HE here?"

I tried to act all innocent "Who, Jesse?"

"I think he means your friend, Paul. And Jesse, you shouldn't be in Susannah's room."

Curse you, Magdalena. Jesse looked even angrier than before, a feat in itself. He began to swear again. Then I think he realized that Magdalena was still there, and he looked ashamed.

"Magdalena, will you excuse us please? I need to talk to Susannah." Magdalena left, leaving me alone with a very angry Jesse.

FIE ON YOU MAGDALENA! I think I'm going to call her Maggie, now. Yes, Maggie. I hope she hates it.

"Why did you lie to me, Querida?' His face had visibly softened, and I had the courage to look him in the eyes.

"Because I didn't want you to know. Because I was going to go in there, and yell at him, and tell him to go home. Because I wanted you to be happy." At this point, I had begun to cry, and I think he realized there was something larger going on here.

"Querida, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

"Its nothing, Jesse. I'm okay, lets go talk to Paul."

And so, we made our way to the living room type thingy. I don't know the name of all those types of rooms, I just know they're rooms. And there was Paul. He obviously thought he was all smart to have worn 1850-ish clothes, from his smirk, but then he saw Jesse, and I felt like laughing.

"Well, hello, Suze, you look very nice."

Ugh, I thought I had gotten away from this crap.

"Don't you dare talk to her like that, Slater. You know you're not wanted here."

"Yeah, Rico Suave, I've picked up on that. But, the problem is, Suze is really wanted at home. Aren't you, Suze?"

Jesse

What was that bastardo talking about, and why did he have to come here?

Dios! How could I be so stupid? Susannah probably never told anyone where she was going, and now she's been gone for days. Her family must be worried sick. And she would have to miss her mother.

"Paul, just go. You can tell my parents whatever you want. Just… go."

"No, Slater. Don't go." Susannah tried to interrupt, but I stopped her. "No, Susannah. I cannot let you give your life away for me. You need to see your mother. You need to see your friends. I am not important enough for you to give all of that up. Go with Slater. He'll take you home. Just, go."

"No, Jesse, I told you before. I don't need my family, I don't need anything but you. I need you with me. Who'll protect me from Paul?" she tried to smile, but I could see the tears welling up in her eyes.

"Querida, mi amor. You saved my life, and I cannot begin to repay you for that. But I can let you go. You will not be happy here. You need your mother, she is still a large part of your life."

"What- What are you trying to say, Jesse?" Dios, the pain in her face made me want to die.

"What I'm trying to say, is that I am not worth what you are willing to sacrifice. You will be much happier at home. And I want you to be happy, even if it means breaking my heart in the process."

"I told you already, Jesse. I don't need anyone, and I don't want anyone but you!"

"I wish I could believe it, but when I saw you cry earlier today, I know it wasn't something trivial. You need this. You may not want to believe it, but if you stay here, you will die. Not physically, but emotionally. You well cease to be the girl I met that lonely day, and I could not bear to think it would be my fault." She was crying openly now, and I wished I could hold her, tell her everything will be alright, but it won't, it never will. "So please, Susannah, don't make me watch you be smothered by my family, my world. Go." I looked at Slater, clearly sending him a message of 'if you hurt her, I will haunt you forever, and make your life a living hell.' He just looked at Susannah, and put his hand on her elbow. When she didn't object, he began chanting. I had seconds left with the woman I loved, and all I could do was watch her disappear.

Doc:

As Susannah and Paul disappeared, a single tear trickled down Jesse's face, while he stood there, staring at the place where the woman he loved disappeared.

"HOLY CRAP!"

tear 'tis so sad! Poor Jesse, but he's like, the man that all women dream of, and then they meet a guy, and that idea gets thrown out the window.

And the littl'uns are psychic or some kind of crap like that. I don't know yet.

I'm so sorry it took so long, but I didn't know how I was going to finish the story without it being so completely Meg, because that's the way it was going. But, I know how I'm going to go on with the story, so, were all good. I just want to say, My Wave by SoundGarden is an awesome song, and you should all go listen to it, because it describes exactly how I feel…