Hello people, so i'm in china hence the looooooooong update, and i've changed a bit so maybe my style has changed, if no notices, then that fine too.... and, my english pretty much sucks, but deal with it, i have spell check that supports me..... but that only goes so far.....
anyways, just updating.... review..... maybe..... if you like it.....
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"Honey?" says a familiar voice on the other side of my bedroom door.
"What? I'm busy," I say folding some shirt and placing it in my suitcase.
"Can I come in quickly?" she says opening the door.
"Yea sure," I look up at her and see her worried face, so I smile and ask, "What's up?" In a nice happy voice. She must still be worrying if I'm upset about the Paul thing.
"Honey, are you ok?" She asks sitting down on the bed behind me, legs crossed. She still considers herself a 'teenager' and so sits, acts and thinks like….. well Kelly I guess and LOVES gossip.
"I'm fine mom, seriously. Just need to forget about it and get on with my life."
We argue a bit more on whether I should talk to him or not, I win. So she then says, "Well, if you think it's best. Anyways, if you're done packing soon, we're all going to go out. Eat lunch, walk on the beach, wanna come Suzi-pie?"
I look at her then the pile of packing I have, I'm a slow packer, what can I say?
"I think I'll pass, not done packing yet, but you guys go."
After yet another smaller argument that they should go without me, she left and two min. later I hear all of them walk out the door.
About ten minutes later, I decide that I'm hungry and go downstairs for a bit of breakfast…. Or lunch, who's ever point of view you look at it from.
I open the fridge and find some good casserole left over. I close the fridge and set the plastic container on the counter and get the necessary utensils out to prepare my meal.
As I'm waiting for it to get heated in the microwave, the doorbell rings. I procrastinate a bit by putting the unused casserole back in the fridge.
It rings again.
I open the door and who is it, other than Paul.
Closing the door so that it's wall-me-door, no invitation in.
"What do you want?" I ask getting fed up with him. He looks at me with his hands in his pocket.
His hair is ruffled and cute looking, but his eyes and expression are sad…. And… different.
"Suze, I'm sorry, I don't know what else to do or what else you want from me," he says his words heavy and long. He walked a few steps toward me, but I started closing the door.
"Wait wait wait!" he says bringing his hands up in the 'stop' motion and I notice that they have bruises on them.
"Paul, what's wrong with your hands?" I say opening the door and grabbing one. I don't know why I did that, but I mean, I still like him I guess. Flipping his hand over I see the his knuckles are bruised as well.
He grabbed my hands in his, I look up at him. I try to pull back my hands to get back to my 'safe' post by the door, but he held on and said, "I'm sorry. I really am. I wanted you back."
I don't know what it was, maybe that we were face to face and his hands holding mine. Maybe it's because of the way he's looking at me. Whatever it was, I really wanted to kiss him right now.
I tried to think of reasons why it would be bad, but completely forgot why I was mad at him. It confused me. Started to feel hot.
He brought his hand up to my face, I leaned into it just thinking of kissing him. Then he leaned in and kissed me. My head started spinning, in a good way, but all I can think of is the heat inside me that wanted to kiss him back.
He starts walking towards me, me walking backwards, into the house. My arms are around his neck, in his hair making it easier to kiss him in my frantic way. He was kissing back just the same only he managed to bring 'the party' in the house. He closed the door and a second later I feel the door behind my back.
Me letting out a small 'ow' he pushed me up against it even more. This made me feel even hotter and I couldn't control it anymore, but I started letting out small sounds that Paul obviously liked because we started getting way out of control.
His hands crawling up my shirt, mine up his, both of us fumbling around frantically. His lips on my neck trailing up to my lips again. I never felt anything like this before, so scattered, yet not, this hot feeling inside me, it's almost torture.
Suddenly I feel him messing around with my pants, trying to push them down. "Paul?" I start, but he just starts kissing me again making me feel dizzy again.
He pushes my pants down a bit more and I clear my head enough that I'm sure I don't want to do this, not now.
"Paul, wait," I say calming down.
He stops and looks at me. We both breathe heavily. He understands. Bringing his hands up to cradle my face.
"I don't wanna lose you again," he says and kisses my forehead. Then I remember why I'm angry at him. 'Guys will be guys' I say to myself, 'but he gets it now. He understands.'
"Um, you should go, I have to pack for tomorrow-"
"I can help," he says and starts walking to the stairs my hand in his.
"Paul," I fuss. He comes back and kisses me again.
After a while, he breaks off and says, "Ok, let's get you packing," and heads to the stairs yet again.
"No, Paul, seriously, if we go upstairs no packing will get done," I say teasingly. "And you know that," I add.
He laughs, "Is that a bad thing?"
I pretend to think about it, "Let's see, at the rate I'm at…. I won't have anything."
"And that's a bad thing?" he says yet again with a smile while his hand found a place on my waist.
It feels a little weird, but nice. Feelings so wanted, so cared for.
I think about it, give him a quick kiss and again tell him that it would be better if he left so that I could pack.
He didn't want to leave, but after a while he became more and more reluctant.
"I'll call you tonight then or something," he says from car.
"Ok," I yell and then he was off.
Making my way up the stairs, I think of this.
'Ok, I was mad at him, then now I'm not…. Why? Do I care?' That's the main problem. Did I want to try it again? With him? I mean, he is, was, a charm and knows it.
Whatever, I'll just see where it goes.
I start packing again and realize that I'm still hungry and my food is still in the microwave. So I go back downstairs, for the same reason as before, except this time there won't be any 'distractions' I tell myself. After reheating the casserole, I take it out, grab a fork and sit down at the table.
About halfway through of complete silence, besides the sound of my chewing, a ghost fades into shape across the table, standing in the living room.
He's tall, my age, if not older, good looking.
I put my fork down, swallow, and say, "Hey, are you ok?" Stupid question, I know, but it's better than, "Hey! What's up dead guy?" ……That's what I think at least.
He looks at me, shuffles around, "I'm fine," he says, which is kinda unusual for me to hear the first time ghosts come.
"I've gotten used to…..it by now," he says and smiles a bit to make it not seem as bad.
"Oh, ok," didn't really know what else to say cause I mean, "That's awesome man!" doesn't really sound all that well.
I leave the silence and just look at him, he is really good looking. Maybe European.
He walks around to the chair next to me and sit in it.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" I ask not really knowing what else to say/ask.
He shakes his head, "I'm not here for me, I'm here for you."
I look at him, getting kinda freaked out, but he was freaked out, but he was looking all serious.
"I have a gift, I can see into the future."
Sorry, I couldn't help it, I had to laugh. So I did.
His expression didn't change though, he just sat there, patiently.
"I'm sorry, but come on, 'I can see the future' Doesn't really convince me all that much."
He shrugs, "I don't see why not."
"Well, because it always changes and… Come on, watch some Hollywood movies."
He leans on the table and starts describing his 'gift'.
"In the movies they don't do it properly. They focus too generally. If you try focusing on everything, unfamiliar things, then it's not going to work. When you have something close, something or someone familiar and important to you, you end up seeing highlights of their future and their destiny. Sometimes those 'highlights' mess up the destiny. And since….. this," referring to his ghostly present, "I've learned not to ignore them.
He sits back and lets it settle and sink in.
I'm sitting there like "What?" written all over my face.
"Think of it this way," he says, "You can see dead people, I can see the future."
"But why?" I say completely accepting the fact that he can 'see the future' buy why was he telling me this?
"Had it since a kid, I dunno-"
"No, why are you telling me this?"
He gets up and begins pacing. "As I told you, you aren't the first shifter I'm at."
He said shifter. Not mediator like Father D. but shifter…. Like Paul.
"And he said he would help me. I told him about my 'gift' and he wanted me to see his future for him. I told him that I would need to get to know him better, his background, so on so forth-"
"Wait. How long ago was this?" I say completely confused because Paul's only been here… what a week?
He thinks, "About a month now, back in Seattle."
After a pause, I continue, "So he told you about his past and probably what he want, right?" I say.
"Yes."
……"Well, what did he want? Why are you telling me?"
The only response he gave for the longest time was some stare from his transparent eyes. Eventually he continued, "He wasn't quiet sure at the time, just something different….complicated. Then his family had problems here and I advised him to go.
So he went, of course, then he got here, met his 'complication', you, no offense, and then. Once he realized that he had feelings for you, it was too late. He already had you hating him. Couldn't stand it. So I went and followed you for a while.
He wanted me to see your 'future'. Because his future was moving on, being alone, and he doesn't want that after he met you.
So there I was following you, and somehow I felt close to you. Everything that happened with packing, I saw your future, your destiny."
He stopped. He didn't go on. No more words coming out of his mouth.
"What is it? What happens?" I say really excited in a sad way. Like in one of those movies.
Giving me the 'I'm sorry' look and saying: "I can't tell you, but I can lead you down your 'proper way'. Which would be the same if I weren't here."
…..I'm not supposed to be with Paul, right?" I say blankly.
He quickly looks at me, grabbing my shoulders, and says quiet sternly, Look, when will you get it!? You're not meant to be with him! He's not meant to end up with you, you are meant to end up with someone much much better! Why else do you think he keeps on cheating? Because he's not right!" he lets me go and starts pacing again, taking deep breathes.
"I'm sorry," he says, but I don't care, I needed something like that. I need to end it with Paul. I mean this guy could be some phsyco just trying to keep us from being together or something.
"Why should I believe this?" I say not really in a bitchy way, but somewhat close.
"Perfect! I thought you'd never ask!" he exclaimed enthusiastically sitting down across from me again.
"Ok, after dinner, call lover and see what happens."
I think about it, he sounds pretty god damn sure about this, but Paul said…..
"What exactly is going to happen?" I ask, because like I wanna know.
He sits back, frustrated.
"I can't tell."
"Why not?"
"Because, if I tell then it'll change. You'll just try and fix it or something," getting excited again.
"Look, just forget about Paul, he's nothing, he's less than nothing. He has a different outcome," he stops for a second, closes his eyes and for about 2 second doesn't move.
He looks down, "he has a different outcome, lets put it that way, but your outcome changed because of me and I want to make it right again, it's still possible, you just have to get rid of this worthless Paul."
I think about it…. I mean, Paul is wonderful…. But, I dunno. Maybe this guy is right….
"What exactly am I suppose to do?"
"Ok, once you're done packing, call him. That's it."
"I'm not going to like it…. Right?"
"Look, Suze, you have to do it, it'll all be better then. Yea, just call him, be expecting the worst and then forget about it. It'll be 'hard' guaranteed, but come on, he hurt you before. So just like, use the same feelings and BAM! We're in business."
He sounded so excited, and I was just confused.
"I have to go pack," I say without a tone really.
"Yes, go pack, I'll help," he said happily. "I'm here to help sugar poops, we're gonna get your life back on the track it's gonna be, NO WORRIES!" he started doing a little dance, all happy I couldn't help but laugh.
"Hey, what's your name anyways?" I say walking up the stairs behind him.
"Alex," he sang walking into my room sitting down amongst the clothes.
"So, this you have to take, and this….but not this," h just started packing for me, which was all fun because Alex is really funny.
"You have to take this and wear it because it's sexy. But this you have to take so that you have to pick between the two…. But of course end up wearing this one."
It was like this with all my clothes…. And then the underwear came in and I was like "Oooookay, you did enough, thank you, but I think the underwear I can manage."
"Whatever you say doll." He says getting up as if it really pissed him off, but his tone was still playful and all.
And then I was done packing.
"Ok Chica," Alex starts, "here is the phone, call that dude."
"What do I say?"
"Can't tell, you have to figure that out for yourself."
I hear the door downstairs open and people coming in."Suze, we're home!"
"My parents are home," I say as if it weren't obvious or anything.
"Oh, I have to go now. Call him Chica!" and then he was gone. I start dialing the number, then my mom pops in.
"Hey honey! Oh, you've finished packing! It's about time."
I laugh, 'yea, night before, perfect timing."
"Hey, do you need the car or anything? Cause we were going to put it in the garage and all, but you haven't been out all day, so I thought you might want to use it…."
I think about it…. "Yea sure, gonna stop by a friend's house."
Ok, here are the keys, and remember not too late!" she says happily and leaves.
'Let's go visit Paul instead." I say to myself somewhat evily.
Suddenly full of adrenaline, I get in the car and my stash of music that fits my mood, which everyone knows not to touch, is now in the machine and playing.
Arriving at Paul's I start to feel anxious and…. Shit.
I walk up and knock softly, hoping no one was home.
'Wait a second, why am I doing this? He said I just need him out of my life…. So why am I going to his house? Shit, calling would have been better.
The door opens.
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~Diabolo