Question: Does this chapter have a POINT?
Answer: Nopes. No point whatsoever. Well, kind of gives some information and a photograph. And I do like the ending. SPOILERS START IN NEXT CHAPPY, SO IF NE1'S READING THIS THAT HASN'T READ DA BOOX, I'LL LET U STOP NOW. (hehe) oh, and I supposed by now you've realized when it says "kissing" it means "more than kissing". Note: I still have not read Twilight (:dies:), so if anything's just flat wrong, not my fault. OMG! I HAVEN'T BEEN GETTING MY REVIEW ALERTS! BUT I'VE BEEN GETTING REVIEWS! (at the time of writing this, I'd only just uploaded chappy 8. :giggles:)
Alenor: lol, fun getting ur reviews. Thank u! yes I enjoy beating paul up. I mean, having suze and jesse beat him up. Same diffy in my head. SHALOM! I don't know why I said that… NEXT!
nikki007: yessir, it means they did dotdotdot. I is having upd8ed nowishly! I also luv d fluff and beating.
moovalous3: I have been in the place with the thing you know there that place. U were thinking about me:blushes: hehe u r just a genius I guess. And it MIGHT just be me controlling him…GASP! Haha the 4-day weekend was looong long ago! Hehe I kno I luv the butt-kickingnosity. Ooh! Poem! Ooli! Oh my meg! U TOTALLY rock! And with the randomnosity… I don't play favorites with reviewers. All people who review ROCK! But if I did… I'll stop there.
luvfaytdestini: o! good review! I hate him 2! Ooh thank u 4 ur generous jesse-gift! Haha I have a boyfriend… I should remember that more.
GroovyBananas: Houston, we have another AWESMOE REVIEWER! And hurrah 4 hypernosity! I've nvr actually heard of mcfly, but MAZEL TOV! Aaw, ty! And u have NO IDEA about paul yet…. :shudders: hehe. I do enjoy the bashing. BASH BASH BASH? I MUST read ur fic! Never cut ur review short if u have anything else to say. Check my reviews on, like, flashlight or some awesmoe sotry by kaitie or sum'n, and ull c wut I'm talking about. Only MY reviews need 2 b cut short. I really don't care if you're railing on about the insanity of paul or the wonders of peanut-butter. RANDOMNOSITY ROX!
SnurfyJoanne: Yay, you're reading another chapter:shhs: hehe ur the 1st 2 actually LIKE the paul kiss thing… evry1 else is mad… :smiles shyly: hehe MORE BROKEN NOSES! MORE! Hehe I kno I heart heart HEART jesse. Hehe my story's addictive:grinsgrins: mad people r ALL THE FUN!
QuidditchMoke: Hehe. My sentiments exactly! U must remember, tho, that at the time of writing this, I hadn't READ twilite. I shall say in my intro when I actually have, er, had, (this time-travel thing is weird) read twilite. Beat u up! Nvr! She is really OOC! This is what happens when a ficcer bears a PERSONAL grudge against 1 of the characters! She makes them do bad things and makes bad thing happen 2 them! U must remember that as I was writing that, jesse was off inexplicably in carmel, and I was getting kindof… u kno… erm… green-eyed. :giggles at thing slightly resembling pun: patients shan't actually be any more in this one, I've found out. Though one of them makes a small appearance. There shall be more in the sequel I've just learned I'm writing. These things happen without my knowledge, you see. And yes, you ended my compulsion. And I thank you very sweetly for doing it so neatly, you've killed her—it—so completely that I thank you very sweetly! (wizard of oz) hehe! Yupz 4 impact! I am now naming u after my friend cuz she said she didn't want 2 b named proma cuz she's been alive longer than u and stuff. Anyway, your new name, funnily enuff, is TEENA. Or TINA, if u want. I HAVE read ur HP ficcy! Aha, but I kno u want the ACTUAL STORY because I am a mindreader like that. So here ya go! Finally!
Jesse and I had a celebratory lunch the next day at McDonalds. I don't know what we were celebrating, but we were pretty happy, so we went to Mickey D's. Really broke the bank there. Jesse always felt bad that I had to pay, even though he shouldn't have since he wasn't eating. And of course there was the whole sexism bit, but he was the one who always cooked, so I figured we were even. McDonalds was playing the local news on the little TV hanging from the ceiling. I saw Paul's picture on the screen. Whoa… I ran up to the wall, Jesse following behind.
"…in an elevator at a small New York City apartment building. Slater, one of the city's more affluent persons, was unconscious with bad bruises, a broken nose, and multiple broken ribs, but claimed to have no memory of how he had gotten there." Good old Paul. "When asked what he had been doing in the building, he replied that he lived there. No further information has been attained at this time. In other news, some small dogs in Manhattan were…" Of course he remembered it, though. I hadn't think I'd hit him that hard… had I? And a broken nose, too! Yay!
"Well, how do you like that," I announced, apparently to thin air. "My good friend Paul Slater broke his nose again. Probably did another very stupid thing… maybe ticked someone off pretty badly. Or, by the sound of it, more than one person." The couple at the next table looked at me strangely, not sure whether they were supposed to respond, and the man made a noise of general agreement. Heh. "Such a shame about his nose," I continued. "He had such a nice nose. I wonder who would do a thing like break it." I walked back to my table and took out the leftovers to give to some homeless guy on the street. "I'm so frustrated," I stated, apparently to myself. "That news about Paul made me want to kiss my boyfriend, but I can't until I'm back at home." I was suddenly being pushed to walk more quickly home. I laughed.
"Excuse me, miss!" shouted a woman at me from a stall. "You have a ghost following you, would you like to see?"
I was curious, I admit. "See what?"
"I take a photograph of you, and I see you and a ghost. Then I trace the outline of the ghost so you can see it."
"That sounds fun!" I'd always wanted a picture of Jesse and me together where other people could see Jesse. And I couldn't help but wonder whether she was the real deal. Even if she wasn't, it might be a funny picture.
Jesse made an impatient noise from behind me, but followed me. I said some things calculated to make him make my favorite face, which is the one where he raises his eyebrow and looks amused. Then I made my usual picture face. The woman snapped it. "Perfect."
"Can I watch you draw it?"
Jesse groaned, annoyed. The woman looked at me knowingly and I smiled and rolled my eyes toward Jesse. He started looking kind of ticked off so I grabbed his hands and started batting my eyelashes, which made him laugh. We watched her draw. She traced Jesse perfectly. When she was done, it was a photograph of me and a black marker outlined semitransparent Jesse. "It's great! He's so hot! Where do you get your ideas?" Jesse blushed, which was funny, and the woman laughed. "Actually, he looks just like a picture I have at home of a previous tenant of my old house… isn't that interesting. So how much?"
"For you?" She implied with a look that she meant me and Jesse. "10." I thanked her and gave her an extra buck.
"Was that so bad?" I asked Jesse. He grunted. "Offer still stands at home…" Now he grabbed my hand and started pulling me toward the apartment. I laughed more and followed. We walked into the apartment, where I tripped over a small fuzzball, which yelped. "Maxine! I'm sorry little girl!" Jesse tapped his foot. I laughed again. (A/N: At about 11:30 tonight, the 14th of January, JESSE CAME BACK! W00t! unfortunately, he had just read a fan mail I had sent to demetri martin in which I informed him of my desire to marry him. Oops. I got in trouble, so I showed him this fic, about which he has rather mixed feelings, I believe. Me talk so perdy sumtimes… but I don't care, because my jessemoo is back, and he says he and suze JUST TALKED! And now I can rel8 2 him in my fic when he says "I don't want to know." Right. Back 2 l plot) I tacked my new marker-photo of Jesse and me to the wall next to the miniature of Jesse I kept. Pretty funny, really, and I think it proved he existed, but they'd probably think I brought in the picture. Then I ran into the bedroom, closing the door against the animals but not against Jesse, and fell back on the bed. We spent the rest of the day so engaged, until I finally fell asleep at an appropriate time. But I woke up in the middle of the night to find a knife to my throat and someone holding me down.
GAA! ENUFF WITH THE CLIFFIES, EM, STOP IT ALREADY! Yo stupid, you ARE em. Who are you talking to? I don't know, who are you? I am you as well, you are talking to yourself, you psycho. Oh, OK. Jesse thinx evry1's horribly out of character, but I think he's in denial. :nods: OK… who u thinx got the knife? Hint: IT'S NOT SUZE YOU FREAKIN MORONS:giggles: no1 who's reading this story is really a freakin moron, but if u thought it wuz suze w/ the knife… I gotta doubt ur intelligence…