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--Autumn--
(and yes, that is Autumn with an N)
(...for those of you who didn't know that...)

"Good morning, Juniperra Serra. I'm your president Susannah Simon and it's time for your daily announcements." I said in a fake happy voice.

Yeah, wish I knew what I was suppossed to be saying.
As soon as I switched off the intercom, a tired looking Paul slammed the paper on my desk as he took his seat. I sighed at him and pressed the little red button again.

"Ok..." I said, skimming down the page to today's annoucements as Paul leaned back in his chair, watching me with amusements.

Gosh, why did the president have to do this stupid job? Like I want my voice booming over the whole school over the intercom!

"Congratulations-" I said, glaring at Paul who was twirling his finger in the air. "- to the Serra Lions in their 4 to 1 victory over Greenbrair last night. The Lady Lions will need to be excused at 2:45 for their game at RLS." Like I give a crap.

I pushed the mic over to Paul who leaned over with this 'What? You want me to do this?' look on his face. My glare intensified and he said, "There will be an assembly for grades 8-12 after first period today."

He smiled as he pushed the mic back over to me. I rolled my eyes and said, "We will be having a going-away party for Kelly Prescott this Friday night in the gym. And the Sr. High chorus needs to meet in Mr. Johnstan's room immediatley following 4th period today...that's all of your announcements..."

I looked at the closing on the paper. It read 'have a slamming day'.

What the hell?

"Have a nice day." I said, and switched off the mic.
I got up and walked out of the office. Jacob, our class secretary, was staring at me open mouthed. He looked heartbroken as he said, "You didn't read it right!"

I smiled as I gave him the announcment sheet and said, "Slam this."
Paul stared at me as I walked ahead. When he caught up to me, he said, "Bad case of PMS?"

"More like a bad case of mediating." I said, putting my stuff back into my locker. I looked below the picture of me and Jesse at Winter Formal to my note board.

Ricardo de Silva was written in huge letters.
I sighed and slammed my locker to see Paul leaning against the one beside mine and smiling. "You need to let one of us take this one."

"I'm fine." I said, walking past him.
"Susie-Q, seriously. You need a break!" Paul said, catching up to me. "Let me, Father Dom or Rico take this one."

"No." I said, walking to the auditorium. "I said I was fine."
Once we got into the auditorium, Cee stood on her chair and started waving frantically. I smiled and pushed my way through the crowd to get to her.

"Hey, Cee." I said, plopping down in my usual seat.
Row J.

That had been our seat since sophmore year.
Paul came and sat between us. I smirked at him and he whispered, "Shut it, Simon."

I smiled as he put his arms around both of us.
"Aren't we the pimp?" Came a voice, I knew, came from a neatly lined mouth. I mean, sometimes you can just tell who's a cheerleader and who's not by the sound of thier voice.

And how Adam the adorkable dork landed one, I will never know.
He blushed slightly when he saw us. Cee looked away from Adam and the girl I didn't recognize because she wasn't in our grade.

Paul smiled and said, "Yeah. The two prettiest girls in Carmel." He looked at Adam as he said those last few words.

The girl laughed it off, and drug Adam to the other side.
I laughed and said, "Slater, you are full of it."

He smiled, "I know, love."

"Attention." Father Dom said, getting up on stage. When everyone kept talking, Sister Ernestine got up and yelled, without a mic, "SHUT UP!"

And let me tell ya.
It got so quiet in there, you could hear a pin drop.

In China.

"Thank you." Father Dom said. "I would like to talk about-"

In the end, I never got to hear what he said. Because a note plopped into my lap.

Did you see him?

I looked up to see that Cee was acting all innoccent.
I rolled my eyes as I wrote:

See who?

Ricardo.

I looked up at her, and she nodded towards the row in front of us.
I couldn't miss him. He was obviously a De Silva.

It's pretty clear he's related to Jesse. I mean, he could pass as his twin. His much less attractive twin, that is.

I had to agree. While he did look like Jesse, he wasn't nearly as perfect.

Yeah. I thought he left with Kelly?

Nope. His mom moved him here for some odd reason, though someone told me that he actually doesn't have a mom.

What do you mean?

I heard it was all some sort of weird cover up or something.

We heard a loud cough, and looked up, remembering Paul was in between us. We both smiled, and looked back at Father Dom.
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We bolted out of the auditorium.
"Dude, where's the fire, ladies?" Paul asked as he ran to catch up with us.

"Right there." I said, not realizing I had just indirectly called Ricardo a fire.
That's weird.

"Jesse's evil twin?" Paul smirked.
I rolled my eyes and said, "Not helping."

"He's cute." Cee cooed. Both Paul and I stared at her like she had just suggested we eat snails or something.
What?

I'm running out of goofy comparisons.

"Ah, Susannah." Father Dom said, grasping my shoulders gently. "I was wondering..." He stopped and nodded towards someone behind me. "Would you show your new classmate around? I think, if I remember correctly, he has the same schedule as you."

I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it when Ricardo came to stand beside me. "Ah, Mr. de Silva."
I gaped at Father Dom, who just smiled at me. "This is-"

"Susannah." He said in a voice that sounded simliar to Jesse's, only minus the sexy silkiness."Nice to meet you. I've heard a lot about you."

"Wish I could say the same." I muttered. "I mean-" I said with a smile when Father D glared at me. "Nice to meet you too. Sure, I'd love to show you around."

Father Dom smiled and said. "Well, I'll leave you children alone then. And Susannah, remember. You promised to come help me with some Spring Fling activities this afternoon."

"I did?" I asked. He raised his eyebrow. "Oh, yeah. I did. Ok. I'll see ya then, Father D."
I smiled and motioned for Ricardo to follow me.

Paul and Cee gaped at me as I walked to my second period class. I shrugged and shook my head.
Paul looked at Cee, looked at me, and then looked back at me.

"Um, yeah. So..." I said. "What's your next period?"

He smiled, "The same as yours, Susannah."
"It's Suze." I corrected him, automatically.

"But Susannah is so-"
"No. I know, but it's Suze." I said with a smile, looking down at his schedule. "Well, all righty then. You have Wellness next period. That's in room 208, upstairs..." I looked back up at him. He was just smiling at me.
Ok, this is weird...

Suze doesn't like smiley people.
"So, I mean, you can just follow me...your last name's an S so your locker should be beside mine." I said. Gosh, I am an idiot. Here is a perfectly hot guy, and your babbling about S's. Gee.

But you know...he's no were near as hot as Jesse.

Oh, flabbernoodles. Jesse!
How the hell was I suppossed to tell him that his relative rose from the dead?
Well, I guess it's not that unbelievable considering...
You know what? Whatever...

So, we walked up the stairs to room 208. Not only did I have to share all of my classes with Ricardo. I had to also share them with Paul. Paul took his usual seat in beside me, and pretended to be interested in what
Coach Edwan was saying about why you shouldn't have sex.

We know why.
Believe me.
We know.

Movin' right along.

So, how's Rico's long lost brother doing?

I rolled my eyes and wrote: I don't even know they're related.

He smirked when he read that and wrote: Come on, Susie-Q. Even you know that he looks like Jesse.

Well, yeah. But so does Orlando Bloom. And we know they're not related.

You ask Orlando that? Ok, honestly. He has to be. De Silva's a rare name and besides...even if he's not related to Jesse, he is still the same guy that our grandparents went to school with.

Which is a weird thought if you think about it. I mean, here he is, 16. But our grandparents went to school with him.
Ah, the wonders and confusion of time travel.
A marvelous and head ache worthy subject.

"Miss Simon, Mr Slater, do you have something you would like to share with the class?" Coach Edwan asked us, turning back to look at us.

"Not really." I said.
He smiled and said, "Well, perhaps one of you would like to give me a reason not to have premarital sex."

Paul smirked and said, "Because you'll get pregnant and die." He looked up and said, "The girl I mean."
"Mr. Slater..." Coach Edwan said ignoring half the class as they tried to hide their smiles as he walked towards Paul's desk. "I don't need anymore wise cracks from you."

Paul smiled, "Who's cracking?"
I couldn't help but laugh. Coach Edwan glared at me, then turned back to the board. "HIV is caused by..."

I looked back over at Paul and smiled. He smiled back and leaned back in his chair.
I rolled my eyes and began taking notes on HIV.
Oh what fun that will be.
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Lunch! FINALLY!

Me and Cee quietly excused ourselves from Paul and Ricky's discussion on dog know's what.
Cee smiled and said, "So, your queirdo coming with you to the Spring Fling?"

I smiled as I put my Coke can down and said, "Of course. Who are you going with?"
She sighed and took a quick glance at Paul. I smiled and said, "Never thought I'd see the day."

But then again, I thought I'd never see the day when a De Silva would get along with Paul.
Different De Silva, but still.

She smiled and said, "Shut up, Simon. I mean, sorry if I don't have a perfect relationship like you and Jesse have." When she said Jesse, Ricky looked in our direction.
I smiled and said, "It's not perfect, trust me."

"I'm sure." She said. "Jesse de Silva is like every girl's fantasy guy, Suze. You know it. He's sweet and a gentleman."

Gentlman? Yeah, well sometimes that can be a bad thing.
Paul, somehow like he had read my mind, said, "Now, now. Have we not learned anything in Wellness?"

I threw a fry at him and said, "Perv."
He pouted and said, "That hurts, Suze." He put his hand over his heart.

"Who's Jesse?" Ricky asked.
Before I could ask, Cee said, "Her perfect boyfriend."

He just nodded, but looked like his plan had failed somehow.
Paul was smirking. I sighed and said, "You have any relatives in Carmel?"

He smiled and said, "Shouldn't you know?"

But once again, I was interrupted by...
"SUZE!" My eyes darted across the court yard to see Brad running to me.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked him as he almost collapsed on top of me.
"Come here." He grabbed me and pulled me behind the wall in the breezeway. "Oh my gosh."

"Dop- Brad, what's wrong?" I asked him, a little worried. Not for him, because by the look on his face, it looked like he had just commited a murder.

"You're a girl." He said.
I smiled, "Nice observation, my dear. What can I do for you?"

"She's pregnant." He choked.
"DEBBIE?" I screamed. "HOLY SH- JOSEPH BRADLEY ACKERMAN HOW COULD YOU?" I yelled, falling against the wall. He fell with me and said, "I don't know. I didn't think it-"

I held up my hand and said, "Don't even finish that sentence." I looked up at him, disgusted and said, "Do you know pay attention in Wellness?"

He shook his head and said, "Obviously not. Oh, gosh. Suze! Mom and Dad are gonna kill me."
"No, duh!" I said. "What do you expect them to do? Welcome you with open arms? Not after you went around and did that with a cheerleader!"

"What do I do?" He asked.
"What can you do?" I asked him. "I mean, it's not like you can snap your fingers and the baby will be gone! How did you find out?"

Brad was seriously panicing now. "Well, she said she was...you know, late...and she said that it might have been stress and stuff but...she took a test on OH MY FREAKIN' GOSH! I AM GOING TO BE A DA-" I put my hand over his mouth and said, "Calm down, Brad. Sit. And let's talk about this like adults."

He nodded and sat on the bench. He was almost crying. I looked over at him and said, "Well, you aren't going to abandon her."

He shook his head and said, "I've done some pretty bad stuff, Suze. But I would never do that."
I almost looked at him on a different level then...well, I would have, if he didn't go and get his girlfriend pregnant.
"This is like a friggin' Lifetime movie!" He said, banging his head against the wall.

"When are you going to tell them?" I asked.
"Who?"

"Our parents!" I said, like he was an idiot. Well, he is...but you know.
"I don't know." He muttered. "I really don't." He looked up and said, "Will you go with me to tell them?"

Surprisingly, I didn't have to think about it. I hugged him (Seriously. I did. What the helleck is wrong with me?) and said, "Of course I will."
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"What did Brad want to tell you so badly?" Cee asked me when we walked out of the Mission that afternoon.
"Nothing." I said, fixing the strap on my bag. "Just some family stuff..." And I left it at that.

"Thank the Lord we're out of hell!" Paul yelled as he ran out the door. Sister Ernsetine glared at him. He shut up and said in a completley fake, but nonetheless charming, voice, "How are you this afternoon, Sister?"

She rolled her eyes and said, "Flattery doesn't phase me, Slater." And she walked on by.
Paul gaped at the fact that is charm backfired, while Cee and I laughed.

"Where's Ricky Ricardo?" Paul asked me. I narrowed my eyes and said, "He's talking to Father D about something."

"Who's Ricardo?" Came an oh-so-sexy voice as the owner of the heavenly voice leaned down and kissed my cheek.

"You want me to answer that?" Paul asked.
Jesse smiled and said, "That may be why I asked."

Paul rolled his eyes and opened his mouth, but I stopped him and said, "Not now, ok?"

"Yes, now." Jesse said. "Who's Ricardo?" Then it hit him. "That guy in the yearbook?"
Paul nodded, "Yeah. And he could so pass as your evil twin." He stopped and looked at Jesse for a minute before saying, "Well..."

And all Jesse had to do was raise his eyebrow before Paul said, "Kidding."
I smiled and said to Jesse, "Yeah. We were trying to figure out if he was related to you or not."

"Well, I'm sure he is, querida. De Silva isn't that common of a name." Jesse said, wrapping an arm around my waist.

"Told ya." Paul said, smirking at me.
I stuck my tongue out at him. He stuck it back out at me.

"So." Jesse said. "Where is he?"
We heard footsteps behind us, and all turned around to see who it was.

Ricky stepped out from beneath the tree and said, "Jesse."

Sorry for the crappy ending.
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