Resurrection

Chapter 7

Dinner that night went down the toilet. I was really looking forward to it too.

See, the thing is, I told Jesse. I had to. I mean, he was wondering where his cat was, so what else was I going to do? Say I gave Spike to a shelter? Yeah, like that would go over well.

Jesse met me at Paul's house around 5 o'clock. He was expecting to see a big furball sleeping somewhere, purring like crazy. But that's not what he saw. Not by a long shot.

Before I led Jesse down to the basement, I explained what happened, leaving out the parts where I happened to see his cat's . . . ahem.

"What?" he blurted out when I finished explaining. "Susannah, can you speak a little slower? I didn't catch much of that."

I sighed. Great, I have to explain it again. Lovely.

"To make this short," I said, "your cat turned into a human."

He sputtered. "What!"

This was the reaction I had been expecting. Not that I liked it, though. I hated having to explain things like these to him. Well, I'm not saying that things like my boyfriend's cat turning into a man happen everyday, but you know what I meant. I hope.

"Jesse . . ." I sighed again. "You know how Paul said there might be side-affects?"

"Yes . . ."

I hesitated. "Well, there was one. One that made him turn into a man."

He just blinked at me as if he could not comprehend what I was saying. Now, for Jesse, that does not happen often, unless I say some modern lingo that he's never heard before.

"Okay, I can see you're not believing me here. Come on," I said, gesturing for him to follow me down the stairs and into the basement.

And there, sitting on a couch covered with a white sheet, was his cat in all his just-turned-into-a-man glory.

I pointed to him. "That's him. He doesn't remember anything that happened, but, surprisingly, he can speak English." Then, as an afterthought, I added, "Oh, and I told him his name was Scott."

Jesse nodded and went over to him. He started up a conversation with him, to which Scott was speaking fluently back. It was amazing, really. That a cat that turned into a human could speak our language so fluently.

I was actually surprised that Jesse believed me so quickly. I figured he would say that maybe that was just some guy that wanted a place to say and couldn't afford it, so he was living in Paul's basement.

But, then, I would say back that Paul would definitely keep his house secure and it wouldn't be breaking-in worthy. Besides, his cat was nowhere to be found. Spike doesn't just get up and go somewhere — unless that somewhere is to Jesse — cat or not.

So, yeah, this guy definitely was his cat, whether that's believable or not. But then again, if I just told a random person that I could see ghosts, I'm sure they'd call me crazy and say I needed some help. So if seeing ghosts is considered unbelievable, but true, then I guess his cat turning into a human is also unbelievable, but true?

I think I'm just trying to convince myself that this is true, too. I mean, it is really weird. I know for a fact that this doesn't happen everyday.

Ugh. I am so putting 'kill Paul' on the top of my to do list.

I told Jesse I was going upstairs to get something to drink. All of sudden, my mouth had become very arid.

So as I was grabbing a Diet Coke from Paul's refrigerator, I heard him — Paul — behind me. "Do you do this at everyone's house?"

I turned around, the coke securely in my hand, and said, "What?"

"Rummage through their fridge? Although, I've gotta say, the view was quite spectacular from here."

I glared at him. "You do realize that my boyfriend is in your basement right now, right?"

He nodded. "How could I forget?"

I just rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

After a moment of silence, he spoke up again. "You know, I can fix this."

I let that sink in a minute. Fix what? Then it dawned on me. "Oh, no," I said quickly. "No, you've done enough screwing up for one day, Paul."

He smirked. "I could screw up everyday where you're concerned."

I just blinked at him. Okay . . .ew. He did not just say that. "Paul! Shut up!" was what ended up coming out of my mouth.

He shrugged. "What? It's true."

I opened my Diet Coke and leaned back against the counter. "Okay, just . . . don't talk anymore, okay? You're making me sick."

"Sick with arousal or sick with regret?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Regret of what?" I snapped.

He smiled. "Why, choosing him over me."

"Paul, I thought we went over this all ready. I've made my decision and I'm not changing it. So just let it alone."

"Suze—"

"No!" I said. "Just drop it."

And he did. He knew he got me riled up, which was what he planned on doing in the first place, but he at least knew when to shut up. And right then was the perfect time. Although, I would have been happier if he didn't even talk at all.

I took my soda and went back down to the basement to see how Jesse and his cat were making out.

Okay, I worded that horribly.

I really hope Jesse and Spike weren't making out. That would prove my accusations of Spike being gay true, but then that would mean that my boyfriend was also gay, and that I did not want.

I shuddered.

Thoughts. Erasing. From. Mind. Now.

I saw Jesse still talking with Spike, er, Scott. So I went over to them and told Jesse I wanted to go. When he asked why, I said, "I don't feel well."

He nodded and got up. When Scott started following us up the stairs, I began to wonder. I guess I must've said it out loud — or Jesse can just read my mind — because Jesse said, "I'm letting him stay at my apartment. After all, he is my pet. Sort of."

I smiled, despite what just happened between Paul and I.

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When I got home I was planning on taking a nap, but then I remembered the stupid skirt I had to make for Sarah. And I had to babysit for them again tomorrow, and I told her I would have it done by tomorrow . . .

Ugh. Commitments. They suck.

So I went to my mom's bedroom and got her sewing machine and set it up in my room. I grabbed the materials off of my desk and began cutting them into squares.

Oh, please let this work, or I would have ruined her skirt even more than it was with the green nail polish.

I left the suede on the top so I wouldn't have to adjust the waist, and then I built from there.

About two hours later I held it up to look at it and see the progress I had made. When I got a good look at it, I was shocked to see that it looked good. Better than good, actually. It looked great.

Oh, she would love this . . .

Well, I hope she would love the leopard print and stuff, since I really didn't. But she seemed the type of girl who would.

A/N: Sorry, I realize that was not the greatest chapter on earth, but I felt you guys needed an update on this, since its QUITE a few months since I've last updated. But please review!