A/N: Hello! Thank you for all of the reviews. After reading what I had wrote for the first chapter, I did realise that Jesse seemed really childish. This chapter I am going to try harder to make him more Jesse like. R&R kindly, please.

I could not take my eyes off of this boy. Although he was in total shock because he was seeing ghosts, I was more in shock because I was seeing a Sex God. He looked like he was Spanish, and had very tan skin to prove it. I looked around my empty room casually, admiring its clean floors and my skill to keep my room in such a great state for all of those years - and then glanced back up at him. He was still looking at me, remained in shock.
"This doesn't entirely make this house very welcoming." He finally said to me. I shrugged.

"What can I say? I promise you I'm not a creepy ghost. I'm not from a horror movie. I'm a normal 16 year old girl. I used to live here, that's all." I explained to him in a very soft and smooth voice. He seemed to begin to calm down because he finally took his eyes off of me and glanced out the window.

"You do have a nice view." He half joked. It was amazing. The gorgeous boy was actually accepting me. I think. I let out a giggle, and nodded my head.

"You know it." I stood up from where I was sitting. This sort of startled him. I didn't know how to act around him due to the situation, and it was beginning to be a pain.

"I don't suppose I'll ever get used to seeing ghosts. It's not that normal, you know?" He chuckled awkwardly. He just stared at me. The funny thing was, for a second there, he didn't seem to be staring at me for the fact that I was a ghost, but seemed to be staring at my face. I glanced at him, and for a minute we caught eyes. He broke the gaze suddenly.

"I better go. But hey, I really like this house. You promise you won't do anything creepy, like haunt it?" He asked me. He was actually being serious. Could he not tell from looking at me that I was just an ordinary girl? I had to stifle a laugh. I had no interest in haunting my ex-house. It was quite hilarious.

"I promise. I think it'd be nice to have a friend around here, anyways." I explained. It was true. It would be entirely convenient to have somebody that could actually see me. I could actually talk to somebody. Not to mention that somebody being a boy such as himself. As the boy left the room, I let out a deep breath. Suddenly he turned around and faced me again.

"Wait. I'm Jesse, just so you know." He said, rocking on his heels. I gulped.

"I'm Suze." I replied. He nodded his head.

"Maybe I'll see you another time then, Suze." He let himself emphasize my name. He turned away and walked out of my room gracefully. Everything about that boy was wonderful. Jesse. I thought. I liked the way it sounded. Jesse, Jesse, Jesse. He was all I could think about. I prayed more then I had ever before in my life that he and his family decided to live in my house. My old house, that is.

The next few days we're unbearable. Many other families walked through my house, but none of them consisted of extremely hot Spanish boys. I usually hung out in my room. I have to admit that sometimes I would do something such as make a really loud noise or open a window to freak out the families that were really interested. It was basically cheating, but I couldn't help it. I wanted Jesse's family to be the one that lived in my house. One day I was casually strolling around, admiring the noticeable size difference of the place without furniture. I glanced out my living room window to the front lawn, catching sight of the "For Sale" sign. I don't know what it was, but something pulled me outside to look at that sign. As soon as I was standing in front of it, a very unfamiliar feeling swept over me. Who knows? Maybe when you're dead you experience feelings in a different way. But anyways, the sign read:
"Sold" In bold letters. But who was it sold to? Was it that old couple that laughed at literally everything and always moaned out each others names? Was it the family with the crazy two year old triplets? More importantly though, was it Jesse's family? I slumped back into my house very un-lady like because of how confused I was. I had to find out somehow who it was that was moving into my house.

Let me tell you. There is not much for a dead teenager girl to do around here if she's invisible to practically all eyes. Halloween quickly passed, and it was completely saddening when the parent's had to lead there kids past my house because they knew it was empty. It shouldn't be empty. Deep in my heart, I still dreamt of being alive still, living in my house with my family. I completely missed the days when Gina would come over with some random movie to watch and stay the night. I missed so many things. If I was going to be dead though, I would prefer Jesse's family to move into my house. So one day I was walking around in my backyard, admiring my Mom's garden. All of the flowers seemed to be healthy and it made me happy. I was suddenly distracted by a familiar beeping sound. The sort of beeping sound that echoed through streets when a truck of some sort was backing up. What sort of truck does that? Oh yeah,

A moving truck.

I practically sprinted to the front of my house, praying to all God's and other such things that it was a moving truck that was backing into my driveway. As I reached the front of the house, I jumped up and down for sometime with complete and utter excitement. At that point I was happy most people couldn't see me. It'd be quite the ridiculous sight. But anyways -

It was a moving truck! It was backing up into my driveway too! It had to be one of the happiest moments since my… well… my accident.

Suze, don't get too excited. It may not be him. I had to remind myself. I just stood there though, watching the rugged workers bring boxes of all shapes and sizes into my house. Surely the family that was moving in would have to come sometime after the moving truck was here. After an hour or so of complete anxiety, I saw a black BMW ease into the curb. I shut my eyes, and prayed again.

What? I was desperate for some entertainment. Some entertainment, and well naturally – him.

"Oh, well this is lovely! The movers are already here. We've made a great choice Linda." I heard a man's voice say. Open your eyes, Suze! Open them. But I couldn't. I wouldn't open my eyes until I heard him.

"We did, didn't we Jim?" A women's shrill voice replied.

Come on, come on! I squeezed my eyes shut. Jesse, Jesse, J-

"Jesse! Come on out of that car. You can finish reading that book later!" The women said.

I can not explain how HAPPY I was at that moment.

I opened my eyes just as Jesse was stepping out of the black BMW. He had a large, black hard covered book in his hand. He grinned as he took in the sight of the house.

I swear I could have died.

Wait. Ok, I got to get used to this whole dead thing. But until then I had to go prepare however ghosts would prepare for things. I had to prepare to see Jesse again!

I skipped back around to the back of the house happily, deciding to go back in the back door and pretend that I didn't know Jesse was here.

Come on! I couldn't act as if I was interested in him or something.

Ok, hopefully Jesse is more portrayed as himself in this chapter. Any who I hope this was enjoyed. Once again, it may not be top notch but I hope to get better each chapter. Support and kind reviews would be greatly appreciated and lead to even better chapters. This is when it will start getting juicy if you haven't noticed. So, R&R and the next chapter will be posted shortly. Thank you again.