The Mediator : Showtime

(A/N: Hey all you beautiful people out there! Sorry will.i.am, I took your line. But anyways. I hope you like the story so far. This chappie's a bit… I dunno. Just R&R please! Trying to get new ideas. XD

Again, I shall remind you that SUSANNAH HAS HAD A SLIGHT, MINOR PERSONALITY CHANGE IN THIS STORY. But she's still our Suze! I'm not sure about the other characters though… Just thought I should remind you guys.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING! Except plot.

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Chapter 4

Suze's POV

I looked up at the guy who had just salsa danced with me. The first thing I noticed was that he was hot. Incredibly so. Sure, I've met lots of hotties in the past, but have they paid any attention to me?

No. Well, not really.

So I didn't really know how to react to him. I just continued to stare into his eyes.

The second thing I noticed was that he was Latino. Dark hair, dark brown eyes, darkish skin – the whole works – including a shirt opened down to there which gave me a great view of his abs and the tightest pair of pants I've ever seen…

Bad, Suze! Stop looking at his butt!

I blushed a little but he didn't seem to notice that I had been staring. He seemed to be flushed as well, but I guess that was from the dance. We had been dancing pretty fast.

The last thing I noticed – oh, how observant I am (cough, cough) – was that he had that aura around him which could only mean one thing. He was dead.

Jesse's POV

As I looked down at the lady that I danced with, the first thing I noticed was her eyes. She was looking at me intently with surprise evident on her face. She had a pair of emerald eyes that seem to sparkle in the rays of the sunset that was pouring into the room. Her auburn hair framed her face with its stubborn chin.

She was also wearing a white thin shirt that, to my embarrassment, was quite tight. I found myself staring at her body and quickly looked back up into her eyes as I felt heat rush to my cheeks. She didn't seem to have noticed, and I sighed inwardly in relief.

That was ungentlemanly, de Silva! Nombre de Dios! You don't even know her! I chastised myself in my head.

I looked up again and noticed something I did not before.

I noticed was that I was holding her.

This probably does not seem like anything special. You probably hold a lot of things everyday.

But she was alive. I was not.

And yet she didn't fall through me onto the floor like any other person. I was actually touching her. The past one hundred and fifty years, every person I had tried to reach out and touch just walked through me. But this girl was actually being held up by me. And this revelation caused me to – how suave of you, de Silva – drop her onto the floor.

Suze's POV

I saw realization dawn in his eyes and before I knew what was happening, he had released me and I had fallen on the floor. Hard.

"Crap!" I cried, standing up and brushing myself off. "What the hell did you do that for?"

I looked up at him as he looked at me with a mixed expression of horror, embarrassment, and awe. Where the embarrassment came from, I didn't know. But I've seen that awed expression somewhere before.

Let's think. Where have I seen that expression before?

Oh, yeah. On almost every ghost's face when they found out I could see them.

"Nombre de Dios," he breathed. "Are you alright?"

"I was better before you came," I muttered, checking if I had just gained an unsightly bruise on my lower back. I didn't.

"You can see me?" he asked me stupidly.

"Um, yeah. How else would I be able to talk to you face to face?" I asked, rolling my eyes.

"But how?" he murmured.

"Look here, buddy," I said while sitting on my bed. "I'm a mediator. I can see, touch, and talk to the dead. Well, ghosts, really. But whatever."

He looked at me interestedly.

"How long has it been since you croaked?" I asked, ignoring his gaze and looking at his outfit, a frilly shirt and a pair of really, really tight pair of black pants. "What, maybe a century and a half?"

He seemed confused.

"What is… croaked?" he asked.

"You know." When he still continued to look at me with that confused but hot expression, I sighed exasperatedly. "Died."

"Oh." He replied, standing there and looking at me.

Jesse's POV

I continued looking at her as she did me.

There is no denying it. I was actually quite happy. Finally, after so long, I have someone to talk to. After years deprived of companions, I finally had someone, though not a person I would actually choose. She seemed very tough in a way, if her language a few moments ago was any indication.

"What is your name?" I asked. I just remembered something Helen had said a few days ago. "I heard your mother say Suzie. Short for Susan?"

"No," she replied. "Susannah. So what are you doing here in my room?"

I smiled inwardly when I heard that name. I remember a song that had that name in it. How did it go again? Oh yes.

Oh, Susannah, don't you cry for me. I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee…

As soon as I remembered the song, her question hit me.

"Me?" I asked incredulously. "What am I doing in your room? I have been here longer than you, querida."

I stopped short.

Querida? Did I just call her that? I wondered. She looked like she didn't hear that, though. Or maybe she didn't know what it meant.

"Shouldn't I be asking you the same thing?" I continued, ignoring my slight outburst.

"Well. You're dead." I winced inwardly as she replied. "You're not exactly living here, right?"

I didn't say anything. I just continued to look at her with a slight smile on my face. She was very amusing.

"What?" she asked. "What's so funny?"

I was not about to reply that she was, so I answered, "Nothing."

"Right," she said, doubtfully. "Look, here's the thing. I'm not about to let any guy stay in my room, even if you are a ghost. Now go hang somewhere else."

"Jesse," I said. I stopped short. Again.

Jesse? I wondered. Why did I tell her the name only my closest family members called me? No matter. She was regarding me with a slightly puzzled expression.

"What?" she asked with one eyebrow cocked. Adorably, if I do say so myself.

Stop it, de Silva! Is this what you start to think of after meeting the first woman you can communicate with in the past century and a half?

"My name. It's Jesse," I continued, ignoring the voice in my head.

"Right," she said, rolling her eyes and getting up. "Now go hang somewhere else. I need to unpack."

Instead of doing as she said, I leant against one of her bed posts and watched as she began to open her bags.

Suze's POV

I had just finished unpacking all my shirts when I looked up and noticed that guy – I mean, Jesse – was still here.

"Didn't I tell you to leave?" I asked, knowing I was being rude. Why was I so rude with this guy? I wasn't like this with other ghosts.

He just smiled.

I sighed. But I was far from defeated.

"Alright," I said, "But when I get back from dinner I want you out of my room. Just pack your ghostly bags or something and go haunt someplace else. Understand?"

I turned around without waiting for an answer and stalked downstairs.

(A/N: WHEE! FLUFF! A little.

Alright, a longer chappie, happy? I'll continue later. I dun give about cliffie's anymore. I'm ending them when I'm ending them. .

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