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"Oh great." I groaned. Brad let go of me and left the room. I answered the phone.
"Hello?" I said.
"Hey Suze! How are you?" he said as cheerful as could be, but me on the other hand got straight to the point.
"HOW COULD YOU KILL ANOTHER PERSON PAUL! I KNEW THAT YOU WERE BAD, BUT THAT WAS JUST TOO MUCH, AND THEN TELLING HER THAT I KILLED HER! THAT WAS EVEN WORSE!" I shouted, completely livid.
"Oh, you found that out?" he asked, I could tell that he had and evil smile on like he always does.
"Yes I found out! And Jesse was ve.." I couldn't finish my sentence. I thought of Jesse made me so sad, that I just couldn't take it.
"Hello? Suze? What ABOUT Jesse?" he asked.
"Nothing." I said, but my voice was cracking.
"What happened to Jesse, Suze?" he asked. I knew that he could tell. I just knew it.
"Jesse proposed to me." I said.
"And that's bad?" Paul asked. No, no it wasn't.
"No, no it isn't, but Jesse got a once in a lifetime chance to come and work at the hospital headquarters in England, and he wasn't allowed to take me, and I never get to see him again." I sniffed out.
"Oh my gosh Suze." He said, but then changed his attitude.
"Well I guess that you can marry me instead." I could tell he was grinning something fierce.
"NO!" I shouted into the phone.
"GOODBYE!" and I hung up, too mad to say anything else.
I plopped down in front of the T.V. and turned it on. I flipped through the channels until settling on Friends.
After about an hour of watching friends, it came to commercials, and I saw the Eharmony commercial.
Jesse.
That was all that I could think of. I turned off the T.V. and put my face in the pillow and started to cry.
My phone rang, Jesse.
I didn't care if he heard me cry.
"Hello?" I sobbed out.
"Querida." He said. I cried even harder. "Please stop crying."
"How can I not!" I screamed, still crying.
"It doesn't make it any better on me, sweetheart." He said. He had never called me that. Never in his entire life had he called me that, so this was all new to me.
"Jesse, P-Paul called." I sobbed out.
"He did! What did he say! Did he hurt you in any way?" he asked, concerned.
"Y-Yesssss!" I cried. I could practically see Jesse tighten his grip on his phone.
"How!" he screamed.
"He told me that he wanted me to marry him instead!" I screamed, tears rolling down my cheeks.
"Oh Querida." He said. "How is your arm?" he asked.
"Fine." I sniffed out. Finally stopping crying.
"Jesse, how can I go back home when that's where all my memories of you are?" I asked.
Jesse had to stop and think.
I knew he did.
"I don't know, I don't know."
Then I had an idea. I could go to Europe! I could go see Jesse! I could beg him to come home!
"Jesse."
I said, tears all dried up.
"I know what to do."
Jesse seemed pretty pleased with himself, for what, I didn't know, but he responded with a very content, "Good."
I didn't want to tell him, though; I wanted it to be a surprise.
"Well Jesse, I should probably be packing, We have to leave tomorrow. And I have to sit next to David on the plane instead of you." I said, but I could sense a hint of jealousy in my voice.
"I'm sorry Jesse, but between Paul, the ghost, your news, and that big guy who threw me in the bushes this morning, I'm pretty pissed right now." I said, apologizing was the best thing that I could do.
"I understand." Jesse replied.
"I probably would have been more pissed than you are right now if that happened to me." He said, chuckling.
I laughed back. "Well I should probably go now." I said, even though I wanted to talk with him forever.
"Yes, I love you." He cooed.
"I love you too," I cooed back.
"Bye." I said.
"Adios Mi Querida." He said, and he hung up.
I just stood there, staring down at my phone, but then I quickly shook my head and closed my phone and started packing my bags.
I quickly dressed into my pajamas, set my bags at the door and walked into the bathroom. I stared at my face.
It was pale, and there were huge bags under my eyes.
"I am such a mess." I whispered.
"No you're not." Ashley said. I spun around.
"Yeah, I am." I said, reassuring her.
"I know you can't go back to Carmel, with all those fond memories of him... I think his name is... Jesse?" she said. I just gaped at her.
"Have you been……stalking me!" I asked, pretty much fumed.
"I just wanted to know that you were all right." She said, bowing her head in dismay. Then I remembered everything about Jesse when he was a ghost.
The time he looked like he would kill someone when Paul sent me those roses.
The time that he saved me from going to Paul's house, and from his grip.
All the times when he's helped me with my problems.
All the times that all he wanted to do was comfort me.
All the times that all he wanted to do was to look out for me, to make sure that I was all right.
The times when I was a mental case when he was exorcised, and I thought that my life was surely going to end.
I burst into tears.
The ghost didn't know why I was crying. She looked perplexed, but I didn't care.
I didn't know.
I didn't know why I thought of that. But I DID know something.
I knew that I had to see Jesse.
I knew I had to.
I ran out of the bathroom and grabbed my suitcase. I pulled out what I wore when I first met Jesse, oh so long ago.
I put on my jeans, my I 3 NY t-shirt, some tennis shoes, and my leather motorcycle jacket. I grabbed my suitcase and left a note for my mom explaining where I went. I boarded the Disney Magical Express and got to the airport. I ran up to the lady who was running the gate for England.
"Ma'am!" I nearly screamed.
"I need to get a seat on this plane. I don't care WHAT seat, I just need a seat!" She looked taken aback.
"Well ma'am, I'm terribly sorry, but this flight is full." I banged my fist on the desk and let my head drop.
Everyone stared at me in deep shock. I didn't care, I cared about Jesse. I was never going to see him. Never again.
"When's the next flight leave?" I asked into the desk. Instead of answering, she lifted my head up and looked me in the eyes.
"Why do you have to get on this flight so badly?" I stared at her for a minute, and then told her my story. She just gaped at me.
"Oh my." She said.
"I'm so sorry, as much as I'd like to help you, there really is no room on this flight.
"She can have my seat." Said an oh too familiar voice.
Ohhhh.. cliffy, though you can kinda tell who said it anyways. Review por favor!