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Summary- What could have happened after the kiss in Darkest Hour.

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I sat there on the monkey bars swinging my legs back and forth, watching the sun come up. I zipped my jacket on, because at only 6:30 in the morning, it was still very cold outside.

Why didn't you tell him you love him? Was the thought that kept popping up into my mind. But more importantly, Why did you fall in love with him?

Why did I fall in love with him? I mean, he was 20 when he died and very hot. Girls had probably been flocking to him his whole life. Why would he ever love me? A silly 16 year old girl who is so stinkin' desperate that she has herself exorcised for him.

What if he wanted to move on?

Then he would have. I gave him the choice, didn't I?

Then there has to be a reason he stayed.

Probably because if he left, I would be dead within a week. He wouldn't be there to save me, and there goes Suze.

But why does he save me all the time?

Because he loves you.

Yeah, right. I laid back on the monkey bars, staring straight up in the air, looking at some of the stars that were still shining.

"Querida, what are you doing out here so early?" I could hear that voice only slightly tinted with a Spanish accent from a mile away.

"Couldn't sleep."

"So you come out here?" I could tell from his voice that he was amused. I couldn't, as much as I wanted to, look at him.

Instead, I jumped off the monkey bars and walked over to the swings and started swinging just a little. He sat in the one beside me.

"Susannah, what's wrong?"

You should know what's wrong. It's your fault..for being so...so...well, you.

I shook my head and continued swinging.

"I know you better than that. And I know something's bothering you." I looked down into his dark brown eyes.

I sighed and started slowing down my swing.

"You want to tell me?"

"Not really."

"Susannah." He said in a voice that let me know he wasn't playing around.

I rolled my eyes. "I just came out here, to think."

"About?"

I sighed. "Stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"What is this? 20 questions?"

He raised his eyebrow with the scar in it and said, "No. But it can turn out to be if you don't stop playing games and tell me what's wrong."

I looked down at my foot as I made little circles in the dirt. "Why do you care?"

I looked at him. "Because I-" He stopped. "I just do."

I smiled, "Why?"

"Susannah."

"Well, if you won't tell me than I won't tell you."

He narrowed his eyes. "Fine."

"Fine."

"I won't tell you."

I smiled. "I won't tell you."

"Then I won't tell you."

"Fine with me." I said as I got up from the swing and went to go sit on the very tall slide that was in the middle of Mission's playground.

"Why are you still here, Stubborn McStubborn Pants? I thought we decided that we weren't going to tell eachother."

He sat down on the bottom of the slide and looked up at me. "I want to know."

"Well, so do I. But it doesn't seem like we will anytime soon, now does it?" I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

He smiled. "What?" I asked. He shook his head. "What?" I demanded.

"You're just so cute." He said. I felt my cheeks heat up and I looked down at the metal slide that was beneath me.

He sighed, "Well. Why don't we do something that will be fair for both of us." I looked back up at him, "You want to know why I care and I want to know what's bothering you."

"I'm listening." I said.

"So, on the count of three, we'll both say it at the same time."

I gulped. My heart started pounding. This was it. This was when I am going to say what I should have said weeks ago.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Ready." I said, my voice shaking.

"1."

"2."

He took a deep breath before he said reluctantly, "3."

"I love you."

Imagine the stunned look on our faces when we realized that we had both said the same thing. I took another deep breath and looked him in the eye. He just stared back at me.

Told you he loved you.

Shut up.

I slowly let myself slide down the slide. I stopped when my knee rested against his.

He smiled and took my face in his hands. "I love you so much, querida."

I smiled, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Silence. Then I laughed and said, "I can't believe we're doing this again." I looked back up at him and said, "I didn't think you loved me."

"I didn't think you loved me."

I smiled. "Surprise."

He laughed and kissed me. As soon as his lips touched mine, I knew everything would be alright.

Always.

Because I would always have him.

My Jesse.

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-SASTMJ