I am sooo sorry! I have been so busy with the play and 9 weeks exams...I really am sorry!
Now I shall try something I have never done before...but it will be alot easier than replying to ever one who has reviewed.
Soooooo...

Querida101: You should be ashamed of yourself. Nah, not really. I do it all the time. Well, not all the time, but I do it.

crujido de coco: Yeah, there is something about him, but I won't say what...and thankies! I read ur profile and it made me feel good!
Oo! Oo! I read your story last night! ' Tis cute!

savinee: Paul's twin? That would be good. His eveil twin...well, I guess if it's Paul then it wouldn't be his evil twin since...well, yeah...you get my point.

Isolde Eris: Yes...dum dum dum...

Kristastic: That did kinda ruin the rhyme...

And last but not least, my faithful puppy :
Craziness-n-love: Claps for Mel for finally getting my name right! Wow. I mean, WOW! Girly, that was...nevermind. But yeah, Ricky is single...but I already called dibs if for some odd reason Jesse cannot fullfill his actions as my hot little De Silva which he never will so it doesn't really matter, right? ...DIBS...

Ok, then. ON WITH THE SHOW!
-AutumN-

And Jesse fell silent. As did we all.
"You know him?" I asked, surprised that my voice had suddenly gone up about three octaves.

"Indeed I do, Miss Simon." Ricky said, stepping further out to reveal himself. He was hot...boy, was he hot. Just not as hot as Jesse. "It seems that me and your little 'querido' over here shared the same grandparents."

Jesse's once expressionless face was now full of what appeared to be anger. "Ricardo."
"Ah." Ricky laughed. "You remember."

"How could I forget you?" Jesse asked, in one swift motion as he stepped closer to Ricky and pushed me behind him. "After what you did."
Ricky laughed again, "You still think I did that. A century and a half later. Come on, Hector. Get over it." He said, looking over at me with a smile. "I mean, Susannah doesn't want you to-"

"Shut up. Stay away from me and stay the hell away from her." Jesse said, taking a threatning step towards his cousin.
Ricky smiled and said, "Wish I could. She's knows too much." He looked me up and down and said, "It's a shame. For such a pretty thing like her go to waste. Well, I guess I'll be seeing you around, Jesse." He smiled and bowed at me, "Miss Simon."

And walked gracefully down the Mission's stairs, unaware of all of the feminine sighs he was attracting.
Paul was the first to recover as he said, "What the hell?"

Jesse just shook his head and motioned for me to follow him.
"Bye guys." I said to Paul and Cee as I walked faster to catch up with Jesse.

"Jess...Jesse!" He stopped and I said, "What was that all about? What did he do?"
Jesse sighed and said, "Our grandparents were very wealthy. And were very healthy and weren't going to die anytime soon. When they did die, they were going to split their fortune between myself, Maria and Ricardo."

I looked up at him, confused and said, "Why is that bad?"
"Ricardo was a Satanist. And growing up in a religious town like mine, you would pretty much get the life sentence. Only Ricardo had a chance to get bailed out. But he used all of his money on potions and stuff like that. So, one morning, my grandparents were found murdered in their home, their money gone. Ricardo was released that afternoon."

"But how would he have killed them if he was in jail?" I asked him. When he didn't answer I said, "Paul's grandfather?"

He nodded and said, "Travis was weird...I wouldn't doubt it."
"I thought you didn't remember any of this." I said, accussingly.

He stopped walking again and said, "It's all coming back to me...like it was blocked out of my mind or something." He said all of that looking very, very distant. It almost scared me.

I got a sharp pain through my head, and the next thing I knew was-

"Why are you doing this?" The old woman, cleary of Spanish decent, cried out as I neared her. "Please don't hurt me!" She pleaded, falling to the ground.

She looked familiar. She was clutching a portrait of some kind. I couldn't tell who it was, but I didn't care. I was just ready to kill her.

I laughed and said in a man's voice, "Sorry. But your plead falls on deaf ears."
Her eyes darted to her dead husband's body, just a few feet away.
"Oh no! Jorge!" She screamed as she cried again and again.I pointed the gun at her and said, "So, sorry."

"NOOO!"

After the bullet entered her, and she fell to the ground...the portait of her eldest grandchild, Hector de Silva, fell to the ground and shattered-

"Susie...Susie...sweetheart." I woke up to my mom shaking me. "Baby." She held me in her arms.
I couldn't control myself. I was in the killer's point of view...I was shaking uncontrollably and breathing very hard, like I had just run a marathon or something.

She pushed back a curl that was wet with sweat and said, "Sweetie, are you ok? Jesse brought you home early. He said that you were sick." She put a hand over my forhead and said, "You're hot. Maybe he's right."

"Mom, I'm fine." I said, pushing back the covers on my bed, unaware of what had happened in the last few hours. "I promise."
She smiled and said, "Ok, but tell me if you start feeling bad." She looked at me uncertainly and said, "You look horrible."

"Mom, I'm fine." I said, trying to give her a reassuring smile. "I am."
She smiled again and said as she walked to the door, "Supper's ready."

I nodded and followed her to the door. That's when I looked at the calendar.
Tomorrow's date...March 21st.

I tried to push it out of my mind, but boy. That didn't work.

"21st in the country! Can you believe it?" Jake yelled as he picked up another piece of bread. "21st."
I sighed as I took the plate he passed me and said, "Out of how many?"

"100."

"Being 21 isn't that bad." I said. Oh, it was. It was reeally bad. But not for the reasons he thought.
"I know. I mean, out of a hundred surfers you're 21st. But still. I mean, at least top ten!" He crammed the bread in his mouth.

21.

Who the freakin' hell came up with that number?

Mom smiled as she excused herself from the table to go to the bathroom. She'd been acting weird. I mean, if I didn't know any better I would have thought that she was pregnant.

But, you know. Old people don't get pregnant.

"21." Jake muttered. I looked up and shook my head at him. "Wwaht? He muttered sending bread crumbs flying from his mouth.
And he wonders why he doesn't have a girlfriend.

Well, I thought that about Dopey. But look at him! He went and got himself-

"AHHHHH! SUSANNAH ELIZABETH SIMON!" My mom's utterly freaked out voice rang out from the bathroom.
I'll tell ya, that got me so off guard that I almost fell out of my seat.

Andy looked just as shocked as I felt and said, "Suze, go. Boys you stay here." I chewed on my bottom lip as I walked into the hallway. I felt like I was walking to my death.

Which, technically I could be. The reason she could have screamed is because an ax murder is in the living room, but I guess she wouldn't have called me in there too...unless she was really ticked off at me or something. Which it totally sounded like she did.

Or maybe she got the phone bill.
Come on, I have so stopped calling morgues and funeral homes. Well, not stopped but you know, don't call them as much.
And no, I don't do it for my own pleasure or something weird like that.

Or maybe she found out about Jesse being dead and living in my bedroom.
But how could she have found out about that?

Unless Madam Zara...no, my mom was too smart to believe some witch like Zara. I mean, for all I know, I may actually not be a mediator. She mught have just stuck me in some weird world, or put a spell on me.

Turns out, it was none of that. Though she apparently thought it had something to do with Jesse.
Because, you see, what I saw was right there in full view...a pregnancy test on the coffee table...and a white as a ghost (excuse the pun) Mom staring down it.

"I knew dating an older guy wasn't a good idea." She muttered. "Not for you."
She turned her murderous glare up at me and said, "Susannah, how could you? You're 16! And..." She suddnely started crying, "Pregnant?"

"Mom!" I laughed. "I'm not pregnant, I swear." I shook my head and said, "That's not my test."
She laughed, but unlike me, hers wasn't out of humor, "Than whose is it?"

She walked over and picked up the phone and dialed. "Who are you calling?"

She looked up at me and said, "Jesse."
"MOM!" I said, diving for the phone. "STOP IT"S NOT-"

"Mom, it's not Suze's pregnancy test." Came a voice from behind us. Dopey was looking at us weird, since he pretty much looked like Mom was giving em a piggy back ride. "It's mine."

Ok, that made me laugh.
Mom apparently didn't think it was funny. The she said, "Brad, that's sweet of you trying to take up for your sister but-"

"No. It's Debbie's." He said, considerably calm, given the situation.
Mom looked from him, to me and back. "Oh my goodness." She said, putting a hand over her mouth. "Into the famliy room!" She said to Brad and to me she said, "Sweetie, I'm sorry."

I smiled and said, "It's fine."
Poor, poor pregnant Dopey...ok, I'm sorry. I'd just love to see that.

After everyone was out of the room, I sighed and sat down, clutching the phone in my hand...

And sat there...

...and sat there...

...and...

I put the phone up to my ear and said, "Hello?"
"Susannah, what the hell was that?" Jesse, clearly confused out of his mind, asked. I laughed to myself and said, "You don't want to know." I twirled the cord around my thumb and said, "So...heard from dear old Ricky."

"Oh, gosh. Querida! Please not now." He said, groaning.
"OK, Cadaver Breath. I won't."

I stopped smiling when I saw a glimmer off to my side. I sighed and said, "Hold on, Jess."
He chuckled softly and said, "Ghost problem?"

I hopped off the couch and said, "Naturally."

My heart seemed to stop beating when I turned to see who it was.
"Hey, princess." She said with a sad smile.

I collapsed on the couch as Jesse said, "Querida? Susannah, are you ok?"
I took a deep breath and looked at her to see if she was actually truly there.

A minute later, a teary eyed mom walked in and said, "Baby, I have some bad news."

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"Querida?" Jesse asked, walking into our house. I wiped my mascara and stood up. "Oh, querida." He said, taking me into his arms and comforting me as I cried on his shoulder.

My grandma had dematerialized. Sadly enough, it made me even sadder seeing her ghost.
He looked past me to see the crying room and said, "Let's go to your room?" I nodded as he took my hand and led me upstairs.

I sighed as I rested my head on my knees, looking over to porch roof. Jesse and I always sat here when he was a ghost. Sitting here made our troubles and fears just go away temporarily.

I didn't look up when I heard footsteps. I knew it was Jesse. He carefully made his way down the roof to sit beside me.
Wordlessly, he put his arm around me, and I rested my head on his shoulder as he stroked my hair.

After about a minute, he said, "What was it?"
"Cardiac arrest." I said, wiping my eyes. "She was just so healthy..." I started choking up again and he pulled me closer, whispering stuff to me in Spanish. Even though I seriously had no idea what he was saying, I loved it when he did that to me. It soothed me.

"When are you leaving for New York?" He asked me, quietly.
"In the morning." I said, as he laced a hand with mine. "Oh, Jesse."

"Shh. It's alright, querida." He whispered to me as he kissed the top of my head. I sniffed again and said, "I hate being a mediator."

"Why's that?" He asked me.
"Because, now I have to help her move on. Just like my dad." I rubbed my eyes, ignoring the black marks it was leaving on my hands and said, "I wish I never was one. I wish I never was..."

Jesse didn't say anything for a moment, as if waiting for me to say something...to realize what I said.
When I didn't, he said, "Has everything been bad?"

I smiled to myself as I looked up and said, "No. Not everything." I leaned up and kissed him. When I pulled back, I said, "I'm sorry. It's just...sometimes I just hate this so much."

"I know you do, querida." He said with a smile, remembering all of our past adventures. "Believe me, I know."
I laid my head back on his chest and he whispered, "You just have to remember you're not alone anymore."

No, Jesse. We aren't.

I looked off of the roof, and I swear to you my first reaction was Micheal since it was so ironic and all, but anyways...
A car pulled up in our driveway.

"What the heck?" I said, walking...erm, slidding down the roof.
"Susannah..." Jesse said, worried. "Susann- Oh for goodness sakes. SUSANNAH!" I slid off almost, but he caught me and pulled me back. I leaned my head over the edge so I was looking directly down at the person.

"That bastard." I mutterd.
"Susannah!" Jesse said shocked, but when he saw who it was, he said, "Oh, nevermind. You can call him that."

"What the heck does he want?" I asked as Ricky walked to our door.
Looking down futher...I saw he had on his jersey from the picture...number 21.

I was going to scream, but Jesse (knowing me very well) put his hand over my mouth and pulled me back up.
"He killed her! He had to!" I yelled.

Jesse, for once not looking at me like I was insane said, "I wouldn't doubt it."

"Hello, lovebirds." Came an icy cold voice from behind us.

Next thing I knew, I landed right where I landed when Felix Diego threw me off the roof, only now...unfortunatley, there was a three foot hot tub. Not a 7 foot hole.

"Susannah-"

Good? Bad? Sucky?
You tell me.
Love you guys!
-SASTMJ-