Disclaimer: I do not own S, J, or P. These are all letters that are thousands of years old. I also do not own Suze, Jesse, or Paul. The great and powerful Meg Cabot does. She should have a religion. She rules.
And you know who else rules? My reviewers. You are all the bomb. Now, to further prolong the suspense of waiting for my chapter, I will acknowledge ALL OF THEM! Bwahaha.

I should warn you that this will be more of a series of episodes than a plot… well, there might be something to it later.

Well anyway, here's Suze's first patient!

My first appointment was with a teenage boy. I've never trusted teenage boys since I met Paul, regardless of the fact that he wasn't one anymore. A teenage boy, I mean. He and his mother came into my office. I asked his mother what the problem was. He seemed a little peeved that I hadn't asked him.

"Well," his mother began. "Leon always, you know, says he sees, you know, ugly deformed ghosts. Then he describes them and it really, you know, puts people off their lunch."

"I see." I said. I wrote in my notepad. Ugly ghosts only. Feels need to describe. I had decided to doubt this story. "And what do you think the problem is, Leon?"

Leon shot a disgusted look at his mother. "Well, like, I see, like, these really gross looking things, and, like, no one believes me so I describe it and stuff to prove my point. No one ever freakin believes me about freakin anything. Like right now, there's-" His mother cut him off with a terrified look. He grinned.

I was beginning to see where this is going. Now for a test. I would have to try it out on Leon, but I was reasonable sure where his case was headed, so this would be a good control. I glanced at the clipboard for their last name. "Mrs. McGurty? Would you mind if I talked to your son alone?" She nodded with what appeared to be relief and left the room. I locked the door and said "Alright then," which Jesse knew was the code for him to get visible. Leon showed no signs of noticing. "Now, do you see a ghost right now?" He nodded and opened his mouth to speak, but I wasn't quite comfortable with the routine so I thought it may be best to follow it. I cut him off to ask him the question he was about to answer anyway. "Can you describe it for me please?" He looked irritated by my interruption but eager to follow my instruction.

"It looks like it used to be a beautiful girl, blonde, blue prom dress. But now her skin is rotting, her dress is torn, and her hair is in patches. She was in a car accident cause she's covered in burn marks and a lot of her bones are jutting out. Her head isn't hanging straight on her neck, either. She probably had a painful burning death before she broke her own neck to put herself out of her own misery."

This was the most grotesque thing I had ever heard. Jesse looked like he would have thrown up if he had any fluid in him… I hoped all my clients wouldn't act like this. Still, I had to stick to my routine. "And what is its name?"

"Umm…" his eyes shifted to the right, meaning that he was thinking up a lie, unless I was mistaken about his dominant hand, which I doubted. "Cinder-" God, he had almost named her Cinderella. He seemed to realize how stupid this was, though. "I mean, um, Ellen." He had confirmed my suspicions, which made me angry. I would have to deal with him with a firm hand.

"You are lying." I said flatly. Jesse raised his eyebrows, but I couldn't tell what his expression meant.

"You can't prove that. For all you know I am telling the truth." Hah. So he thought. A little persuasion may be in order.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I can." He didn't look convinced. "See, there are people who really do see ghosts." His eyes widened at this.

"And how do you know they aren't the liars?" He grinned, thinking he had won. Not even close.

He'd asked for it. "I am one of them." His jaw dropped, but he managed to compose himself; though by now he had abandoned all pretenses that he was telling the truth.

"Yeah? And who'll believe you? I happen to know how to look pretty innocent. Unless you are recording this? And if you are, prove it!"

"It happens that I'm not recording anything. I have a patient confidentiality agreement. However, I know someone who would definitely believe me. Jesse?" Jesse turned to look at me.

"Yes Doctor?" He grinned.

"Will you please prove to this darling little boy that you exist?"

"Of course. Hmm… Pass me your clipboard?"

"Sounds good." Leon was starting to look puzzled. Hah. I held out my clipboard. He took it. Leon's jaw hit the floor. Best part is, I mean that literally. He actually fell flat on his face. That was rewarding. I wondered if maybe I shouldn't be enjoying this so much. Oh well!

"Well fine, but he can't exactly tell my mother that, can he?"

"No, but you will."

"Yeah right! Like some stupid dead thing is gonna make me give up my main attention-getter! Maybe if it was alive, but it's not. You're just some dumbass psycho-logist anyway. Why should I listen to your ugly face?" He was starting to insult Jesse, and myself. Jesse was getting mad. I could tell not only by the look on his face, but by the fact that the windows were starting to shake, as was the mirror at the far side of the room. I was enjoying Leon's expression, but the glass was fragile, so I would probably have to stop Jesse now. Well it was fun anyway.

"Ok Jesse." I couldn't help laughing a little. "I think you've proven your point. Might want to quit before you break something." He looked at me a little guiltily. "Wait, there was one more test. Jesse?" Jesse walked toward Leon and slapped him. I laughed because his hand went through Leon's face just as we had thought it would. "Now then Leon, are you going to continue to try to get attention by describing grotesque dead people?" Jesse punched the table threateningly and I had to restrain a laugh.

Leon sighed. "But no one pays any attention to me otherwise!"

"Then I suggest a family session next week. Learning how to get attention without acting up. I suggest extracurricular activities, like performing, or sports. You may be a good horror writer."

"Can I write about this session?"

"Sure, as long as you call it fiction." Even Leon grinned at that. I thought that had gone pretty well. One session down…