Jesse stood there, silently looking from me , to Paul.

I was about to get up, I had to explain...but Paul , being the little bugger that he is, had to go on pull me right back down again. "Paul!" I yelled, furiously at him. The bastard just smiled a innocent smile back at me.

Trying to ignore that, I turned back to Jesse. " Jesse...this isnt wh-" I stopped.

Jesse had dematerialized.

Oh......shiiit....

"Paul, you self centred arrogant little jerk!"

He sat up, properly on his bed. " Aw, come on, Suze, the guy just cant take you being with another man..."

With a angry "Huh" I shrugged away from him, looking for my jacket. It had...er....gone missing, when, ...er....Paul "jumped" on me...

"Suze..." Paul groaned.

" Don't you "Suze" me, you little prick" I said, trying to keep my temper in check, all the while, not trusting myself to look at him. Paul wasn't just some regular guy, you know. He was ...the most popular guy at school,

and, needless to say, this fact was not missed by the bulk of the female population, there.

With hair, as dark a brown as Jesse's was black, and blazing blue eyes , a body that every girl ( except for me ) drooled over, if you got a look at him, trust me, you'd probably be hooked too. However.

Paul , just so happened to complicate my life, because, well..you see, Paul wanted me, wanted me , badly, whereas, I ....I wanted....someone else.

I wanted Jesse.

And Paul, ..That.

Period.

Of course, it didnt help me, that Paul was seriously goodlooking...not quite the same as Jesse...but still. He could still distract me.

Now, he sat back against the pillows, on top of the covers, watching me, wearing a absurdly relaxed expression.

" Seriously, Suze. I dont get what the big deal is. I mean, so, he saw you with another guy..? he knows that you have a life, not like him.." he added slyly.

I stared at him incredously. " You don't get it. "

"I dont have to get it." He retorted. " You're alive, Suze. He, on the other hand-" He stopped right there, as I sank a fist into his stomach. " Take that , you piece of-"

"Jeez, Suze!" He yelled, doubling over on the bed. I laughed at him.

Not Mr I'm-so-cool-now, are you?

I finally found my jacket, opened the door, and, without a backwards glance, dashed down the stairs, down the hall, and through the front door. Actually, I guess I half expected to see one of the undead floating around somewhere, but, hey! There was nobody but me.

"Suze!"

"Aw, shuudup" I muttered, as Paul's voice rang out from his window.

Right now, I was in no mood, to listen to anyone, to talk , I had to get home...

I had to talk to him, to explain, because, I knew if I didnt, I might just lose the guy of my dreams....

Okay, I know. There's a problem. In my life, nothings ever simple. there's always problems. I mean, I'm not you're average girl.

I kill ghosts for a living.

Well....I dont get paid to do it, although that would be cool, no, I do it , as Father Dom ( the principal, and the local priest ) says, to " help the poor souls"

Uh huh. Yeah. Sure.

Poor souls, my ass. They can still whack you one, even if their dead. And, believe me when I say, it hurts. A lot.

The amounts of bruisis, I have got, and all because I decided to tussle with random ghosts...

I am , what they call..a mediator.

One who "communicates" with ghosts.

Hahahahahaha....The only communication I specialise in , involves pain and a lot of it, on their side. Hopefully.

With one exception.

Jesse. He's been haunting my room, for the last, Ooo....hundred and fifty years..?

And let me tell you, even Paul pales in comparison with Jesse.

Fluent in Spanish, Jesse has all the features of a Spanaird, darkest black hair, with the deepest brown eyes, that shine with intelligence, sallow skin, and..oh, yeah, did I mention his abs?

The differences dont end there either. Where Paul is vain, Jesse couldn't care less. ( Although , maybe thats because he;s dead...)

Where Paul is selfish, Jesse would probably ( if he were living) give his life to save anothers.

He's incredibly gentle as well.

So, I think you see why I'm, so attached.

Although, now, he was angry with me. I figured as much.

Would he talk to me?

He wouldnt ignore me again, would he? He did that to me, last week...I'll never forget it..

Well, I'd gotten this far.

No turning back now..

I turned into my gate, knocked on the door, realised nobody was in, pulled out my key, opened the door, and said in a loud voice, " I'm home! "

Hi! Normally, I write Twilight Fanfiction, but, I decided to take a break..I love these books too, and I came up with this idea yesterday...so, if you like it, and wanna know what happens next, please, please reward me with a review!

Thanks!

~Dawn Run~