This is the first mediator fic that I've ever written, so please be nice to me. Well, its really a poem, but, o well. I hope any of you that like Paul liking Jesse feel that this poem did a good job!
They all thought I was after her,
But he knew the truth the whole time.
The last time I got see her, I saw him.
The carved sculpture of magnificent flesh,
Chiseled marble made with delicate care
Was the last time I'd ever see him
He saw that I watched him more than her,
Knew that Suze was just a friend.
Knew those red roses were really for him.
A disguise in a game we've played so well
She thought that it was her I cared for
Because she didn't want to admit
That little old me, Mr. Paul Slater,
Didn't like her or any other chick.