The Mediator : Showtime

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(A/N: Hey! How are you guys liking the story so far? Very bad, huh? Oh well. I don't mind… Just the thought that I actually have a story on the internet makes me happy.

Reviewers!

Whitedestiny34: heyy! Yeah, I know, I'm obsessed with fluff! No serious fluff until later chapters, unfortunately! Sorry! This is gonna be a completely different plot line.

Mrs. Nikki Slater: heyy! Yeah, I want suze to let him stay, so. XD

Shawna-xo: I know! He's just so sweet that way!

Seabiscuit0810: yeah.. hyperactiveness! WHEE! IPODS WILL CONTROL OUR MINDS WITH THEIR INSANE HOODMUSIC. I dunno what hoodmusic is. But whatever.

Somerandom: heyy! Thanks for the review!

Ok. So here goes.)

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Chapter 5

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Suze's POV

I jumped down the last few steps on the staircase before heading over to the dining table. I was immediately greeted by Max, the Ackerman's dog.

Well, our dog, I thought.

He jumped up and placed his paws on my shoulders before giving me a lick on my cheek. I gently pushed him so that he had to walk backwards until he dropped down onto all fours again. I patted him on the head before I sat down. Max placed his head on my lap while everyone else filed in.

Believe me, I don't really like the outdoors. But pets or other tame animals, I'm fine with. Excluding snakes. I especially hate the outdoors because of bugs.

Oh, I know what you're thinking.

Suze, ghostbuster, is afraid of bugs? You're kidding me.

I have never been more serious. But you know what? I don't really mind larger animals, like horses, at all. Horseback riding's fun, since that tail of theirs usually flicks around and gets rid of all the bugs. A certain plus. Not to mention the fact that when they're moving, bugs kind of have a hard time keeping up.

Yes!

I've only ridden a couple of times, since it's really hard to find a stable in NYC. Well, for me. I'm a bit on the lazy side when I'm trying to find a place where I can ride. Also since most of my free time is used to bust ghosts. But whenever I did ride, the "supervisors" said I was a natural, which always makes my day, since I suck at sports other than kickboxing. But whatever.

When my mom, Sleepy, Dopey, and Doc had sat down, Andy came in with a gigantic plate of spaghetti Bolognese. One of my favorites.

"Here we are! Suze's favorite!" he announced cheerfully.

"But Dad," Dopey whined. "I hate spaghetti!"

"Well, you're going to have to starve tonight, won't you?" I asked sweetly.

Dopey glared at me before mumbling something and forking some spaghetti onto his plate.

Doc grinned up at me.

"You're the only person I know other than Dad who can shut Dopey up," he informed me. "It's a very rare talent."

"Thanks," I said, not sure if that was supposed to be a compliment.

"You're welcome," he replied automatically before digging into his plate of spaghetti.

I carefully forked spaghetti into my mouth. I wouldn't want any of it to fall on my outfit. It won't come off. I learnt it the hard way. But that was when I noticed Dopey eating.

I watched in fascination as he forked some spaghetti into his mouth and sucked them up. I had the feeling that his stomach was an endless pit if the amount of the food he was digesting was any indication.

Eww.

I quickly ate up my food before I had to endure any more of Dopey's eating. I pushed back my chair.

"Hey, I'm done. I'm going to continue unpacking, 'kay?" I told my mom while wiping my mouth.

"Sure, honey," she replied, smiling at me. I hadn't seen her smile this much until she married Andy.

Well, you're probably wondering where my dad was. He died when I was six. And I guess my mom thought that I was going mental when I declared that he wasn't gone, and that he would come back. I mean, I saw ghosts all the time. Why wouldn't my dad come back?

And he did. He was the one who told me that I was a mediator. When he was alive I never told anyone that I could see ghosts. And I still haven't.

He has always been there for me. More often now that he was dead. But I haven't seen him lately.

At least, until I walked into my room. And saw that my dad was eyeing another ghost.

Namely, Jesse.

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(A/N: CLIFFIE! FWAHAHAHAHAHA!

Ok, ok. I'm in the League of People Who Write Short Chapters. If there was such thing. Lolz.

This was a boring chapter. Just to continue giving the details of Suze's personality changes.

Actually, I don't know why I write Author Notes. It's not like anyone reads them right?

Oh well. Do what you do best! R&R!

Hugs and kisses xoxo.

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