I was searching rigorously through my mind for a fan fiction that actually would consist of more than 20 chapters… And so I came up with… this. Enjoy and pretty please review!

And I'm actually going to try and be serious and not random with intense plotting and good grammar. I'm probably going to… twist the story quite a lot and even develop the character's personalities a little or change them to suit my story but still keep the basics.

And another thing, as I'm going to be doing two points of view, I've decided to two do synchronized stories. They'll just be two perspectives, but like two stories going on at the same time.

I Beg to Differ

By Junaberry Pop

My name is Susannah Simon. You could say I have led a relatively prosperous life so far; health, enough money, a loving family, or the remnants of a loving family. My father died when I was a child, but I never really was close to him per se.

But now, after 16 years of contentment in Brooklyn, my mother feels the calling from God to marry a man she met once on a business trip to Carmel-by-the-sea, Cali. Apparently, she also finds it necessary that she ship both her and me to that very city, if you could even call it that, to live with Andy (my new step-father) and his three teenage sons. Joy.

And so, this evolutionary plan is what led me to this bumpy ride from the small airport to Andy's house; 99 Pine Crest Road.

Andy held my mother's hand affectionately between his right one, grinning stupidly from ear to ear at our arrival. We had reached the airport earlier that morning. I couldn't tell whether he was exactly happy with me; so far, I had been nothing close to a gracious house guest. My constant complaints could hardly have appeased him. He was never rude to me or displayed evil step-parent qualities; I was just furious that I had been forced to leave my whole life behind to follow my mother.

"How long more?" I queried, leaning back onto the chair, my arms folded into a defensive position.

I didn't want Andy to think I wanted to be here; because I didn't, I had everything I wanted in Brooklyn… What a pity my mother fell in love… I know I sound like a cruel, terrible daughter, but everyone knows teenagers are self-centered…

"Not long now, another five minutes at most."

I must have dozed off, because before I could stir at the sudden cease of movement, a large hand shook my shoulder and my eyes snapped open in surprise. Leaning in through the backseat door was a tall, well built boy of about 18. His green eyes were half closed. It was Sleepy, or Jake as most knew him.

"Hi Jake," I greeted him formerly and he grunted a reply back before trudging back into the house.

"Oh, sweetie, isn't the house just divine!" squealed my ecstatic mother from the boot as she bustled herself there, retrieving our many bags.

And finally I noticed the ever imposing brilliance of the house. It had a commanding, quaint presence. I was astounded for a moment as I absorbed it. It was indeed 'divine' as my mother called it.

"Sure," I agreed and stepped out to help my mother in taking the bags inside.

I unwillingly followed my petite mother inside the grand building and dumped the few bags I had followed in with on the carpet in the living room. Moisture had built up on my forehead from the vigorous labor of hauling the luggage inside. I came to a conclusion in that second; before judging the house, I would experience just how life here would treat me here.

"Andy, do you think I could take a shower?" I called into the kitchen where he was preparing a drink for us; sustenance after a long day he had called it.

"Of course, here, I'll show you to your room so you can get settled in," he seemed happy that I had requested his help.

He came out and we both picked up the few bags that were my own and then commenced in lunging up the stairs to where my supposed bedroom was. On the short distance up the stairs he babbled on about the high school that I would be attending the next day and features that this small sea side city was home to.

I thanked him and gratefully entered what would be home base for me for the next few years. The walls were painted a misty aqua with caned furniture in sections of the noticeably large room. It had to be more than double the size of my old room. There was a queen sized bed in the centre of the room, a desk to the right and windows at either sides of the room. Even a computer was installed before I had arrived; I had to admit that the Ackerman's were generous.

It seemed I would be comfortable here.

I soon discovered an attached bathroom which I utilized quickly; the warm water soothing me. Donned in a black, cotton t-shirt and loosed jeans, I hesitantly joined the family downstairs for dinner.

A Rose by Any Other Name

By Junaberry Pop

The caramel haired girl had drifted to her step-family to join in the evening meal after bathing in the bathroom adjoined to her new bedroom. She had arrived that afternoon, barging into my resting place of almost 100 years; I was unprepared for her and shocked. Of course, she could not see me, as most of the rest of the human race.

I am a ghost, and have been for the majority of my life. At the age of 20, on the eve of my wedding, I was murdered by my cousin, Maria's lover; Felix Diego. And so I have resided in this boarding house ever since, watching over all that had inhibited it.

This new tenant interested me the most out of all that had lived in this room; she was the only one of female persuasion that had entered my domain. Of course I decided as soon as I set eyes on her that I would not invade in her privacy; I am a man of many morals and refused to take advantage of her.

That night, I watched over her as she rested in silent bliss; her breathing calming me. Night animals began their rowdy behavior outside. I shut the door that opened to the balcony outside cautiously as to not wake the sleeping beauty.

Her room was easily the best besides the master bedroom. It was clearly the largest with a vast balcony and en-suite, as I had been informed they were called by an irritating houseguest several years in the past.

I resumed my place next to her and brushed a tenacious lock off her face.

It was enough for me to simply watch over her; girls of this age are always most susceptible to dangers, and I vowed from the moment on to always protect her from the unjust world that awaited her outside the safety of her room.

Of course you can guess which parallel story is Jesse's point of view and you would undoubtedly be correct. I'll probably do the majority of the story in Susannah's POV though…

So, hope you enjoyed it. Please review.

Courtesy of Junaberry Pop.