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Amanda: Heheheh…no don't worry, Suze hasn't really lost it AT ALL, let alone to Paul!!
grapesandoats: Hmmm…maybe you're right…this might just be more than a mini-fic. But right now, nothing's certain, since I already have Ghosts Equal to Boyfriend-Stealers on my hands, plus a Princess Diaries fic (After Eight Continued). I already have about 3 chapters written down, which I'll type up, so for the time being, it's just that much. If at all I do decide to make this fanfic a full-length one, I'll need some ideas and advice from everybody, and some time, too. OK… LOTS of time!!
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Foolish Angel in the Darkness: Yeah…I know the thought of Suze losing it to Paul is quite a "shock horror" thought, as you put it!! I sat for about fifteen minutes and racked my brains for the most rotten thing Paul could blackmail Suze with…and by your reaction, I'm guessing I succeeded! Yay!
ugiiee: Glad you liked the whole modern idea!! It was a kinda risky venture, so I'm really really really glad you liked it.
A FATE UNDESERVED
Chapter Two
Resurrection
Next day
I was restless throughout the day, and very nearly got detention from Sister Ernestine for not paying attention in class.
At lunch, the cafeteria, as usual, was buzzing with activity. I got my tray and sat down at my table with CeeCee and Adam, popping a piece of French bread into my mouth.
I looked up, and groaned under my breath. Pesky Paul was coming up to me with his trademark Stupid Smirk.
"Hey Paul, what do you want?" I said, tiredly, as he came up to me. "I'm coming to your place after school." I added more softly.
"Yeah," said Paul, still grinning. "I know. I thought I'd have lunch with you today, Susie." Oh no…what sin had I committed recently to have to be put through such cruel torture? To my dismay, Paul had put his tray down and taken a chair opposite me. CeeCee shot me a puzzled and displeased sideward look. I retorted with a 'Whaaat? I don't know!' look.
"Get lost, Paul," I said, brusquely.
But he continued to tear open the Cling Wrap around his sandwich. "Susie, Susie, Susie," "Don't call me that," I quipped. He ignored me. "You really shouldn't be so unfriendly towards me, you know. Considering that little bit of inf –"
"Shut it, Paul," I said, through gritted teeth.
"Glad you understand, Simon," said Paul, smoothly.
My urge to slap him was stronger now than ever before. But I just settled for throwing a piece of bread at his head.
After school, pesky Paul's house"…And that's how you shift with the help of your…" Paul was babbling. And I was pretty much on the brink of falling off to sleep.
Finally, I cut in. "Look. Let's just cut to the chase. I need to talk to you about something."
Paul looked…intrigued. "Yeah," said Paul, not smirking for once. "Shoot."
"Is it possible to bring a ghost back to life?"
Paul looked rather taken aback by my question. "Well," he said, finally. "Yeah, I guess. But only under certain circumstances."
Inwardly, I rejoiced at his positive answer, but outwardly I managed to keep my composure. "Oh. And what are those circumstances, exactly?"
"Well, for one, the ghost has to actually be deserving another chance at life. That is, he got killed unfairly when his time hadn't yet actually come.. If you try to bring back an undeserving ghost, there can be serious consequences."
"Uh-huh. So can you teach me how to do it?"
Paul looked even more taken aback than he previously had. "Well…"
"Please?" I gave him a puppy-dog-eyes look for good measure.
"Okay," said Paul, finally giving in after thinking for sometime. "But on one condition."
I was about to tell him to go kiss my ass, but I stopped myself just in time, reminding myself this was for Jesse. So I decided to agree to Paul's condition, if it meant I could possibly resurrect Jesse.
"'Kay," I said, finally. "What do you want?"
"For you to be my girlfriend."
"You're really desperate to go out with me, aren't you?"
"Yeah," said Paul, grinning. "I am."
"Well," I said. "I'm not agreeing for anything more than one date. Take it or leave it." I nervously hoped that my take-it-or-leave-it attitude would make Paul agree to what I was saying.
And I guess it worked. "Okay," he said, somewhat sighing. "Tomorrow, after school, Coffee Clutch?"
"Fine," I said. "As in instead of mediator lessons, right?"
Paul looked sulky. "I was hoping more on the lines of along with."
"Dream on."
"Fine. Whatever."
"Now tell me how you resurrect a ghost."
"Fine." Paul sighed. "You know how to exorcize a ghost, I'm assuming?"
"Duh," I said. "Any mediator worth his salt would."
"Yeah," said Paul. "So in a resurrection, you do everything exactly the opposite of in an exorcism. You put the candles around the ghost in a circle in an exorcism, so in a resurrection, you arrange them in a square formation. Then you chant the Portuguese script backwards. That's something you'll need to prepare beforehand. You'll have to take some time to sit and write it ou –"
"Okay," I said. "I get the point. Anyway, I'll be going now." I picked up my backpack and stood up.
"Hey," said Paul, sounding rather anxious. "The date's still on, right? I mean now that I've taught you the resurrection…"
I was a bit tempted to say no, but realized it would be unfair to Paul, however bugging he may be. "Yeah," I said. "Sure it is. Come to my locker tomorrow after school. And don't make it late."
"No way," replied Paul, quickly.
I laughed. "G'bye, then."
Hope the chapps was good…and well, I'm getting tempted towards increasing the length of the fic to more than 3-4 chapters…you guys temme what to do…