(A/N: Hey everyone! Throw things, complain, yell at me. I deserve it. Sorry it has take so long to put up this next chapter. My life has kind of gone hectic for a bit, but it has calmed down now. Let's hope it stays that way. Now I will stop rambling and thank people, then on to the chapter.)
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Chapter 6: Bathroom Talk
My life can be very complicated sometimes. Scratch that, I mean all the time…
I left Paul in my bathroom and I went to get the first aid kit from the hallway cupboard. I hate the silence of the house, you know when no one else is home. It always leads my mind to think and what I was thinking wasn't what I wanted. Like, what was up with Jesse? I mean I don't even know the guy, at least I think I don't. What am I thinking? He was just there to mess with my mind. That's right, he doesn't mean anything to me. Then why can't I get him out of my head?
I came stumbling into my room, still a little sore, carrying the kit. I turned in towards the bathroom, and noticed Paul staring intently into the mirror. His hands where placed on either side of the sink and he stood there, not moving.
"What are you doing up? You need to sit down and rest. Now let me look at that cut." I placed the first aid kit on the counter and steered him towards the toilet seat. (don't worry the top was down so he didn't fall in) He must have been in deep thought, because he seemed startled by my touch.
"Oh, you're right." He sat down, slowly, still a little distant. I looked at him concerned and wondering what was going on in that mind of his. I grabbed a clean cloth from under the sink and dampened it with warm water. I sat on the side of the tub next to him. I cleaned up his wounded face and then the questions started to pour out.
"Who was he Suze?" I was taken back by his question. I was so absorbed in what I was doing that I had momentarily forgotten about Jesse. "I mean I know his name, but how do you know him?"
"I was on my way home and he needed to use a phone so I let him and then I…" blabbering on, I continued with my little made up story. Paul, being the guy he is wasn't really believing it as well as I'd hoped.
"Suze, come on. Tell me the truth. I know you know him from some where before. It's alright, you can trust me." I don't know what it was, but there was something nagging at the back of my mind saying otherwise. How could I be thinking such things? Paul was my boyfriend, of course I could trust him, and yet… Stupid voice of reason! I decided I would tell him anyway.
"Ok, but you have to promise me to keep a cool head about everything I am about to tell you."
I began to tell him everything, leaving out some minor details. He was silent for a few moments and then spoke up.
"I know him too, somehow. After the crash, I also had a strange dream I couldn't explain. We were in Shadowland. He was there too." He continued on with his dream and explained what had happened. "Before the crash, this ghost chick from the 19th century materialized in my passenger seat. She starting going off about how I did something wrong and I had to fix it. I couldn't really understand her, but I know that Jesse has something to do with it." I felt that for some reason Paul was leaving something out. He looked down at me with those icy blue eyes of his that make me believe every word he says. Let's face it, I am a girl, I have my weaknesses too.
I finished up putting the bandage on his cut. I stood up and felt a pain shoot up both of my legs. I let out an embarrassing yelp and quickly sat back down. I had totally forgotten about my ruined feet, but now, yeah, I clearly, and painfully remembered. Paul let out a little chuckle, seeing as how my blistered feet were his fault, I don't see how he found it funny. Seeing my disappointing look, Paul scooped me up and set me down gently on my bed.
"Ok, Suze. I am going down stairs to find the phonebook for a toe truck and then we will deal with you feet. Then once that is all settled, I think we will need to have a little chat with your friend, Jesse." he actually looked angry when he said his name. I was about to protest that Jesse was not my friend, but Paul kissed my cheek and headed out of my room.
(A/N: I know I said I would add more but this will have to do. This chapter stunk but what can ya do? SOOOOO SOORRRRYYY for the longest wait EVER!!!! I feel so bad blame me, blame writer's block, and most of blame no time. I will try to update as soon as I can.)