A/N: Hey to all the readers of The Mediator... er fanfics. Faith Merchant here and Shocking Pinx to present you a fanfic that will certainly (hopefully) delight you guys - both Slater-lovers and non-Slaterlovers/Jesse-lovers!! Okay probably not so much the Jesse lovers because we're kind of focusing on Paul but still...

Faith: Hey all!!! I hope you like the fanfic. We've really worked ** this! The first chapter is written my Shoking Pinx and the second one by me! In fact, the entire idea of the tag team is Shoking Pinx's baby! This one's dedicated to all the Paul Slater lovers [oh swoon]!!! Although I can't say the same for all those Jesse lovers out there...no offece to Hector De Silva! It's just that we love Paul more...his devilish charm! Though Jesse's ok too...Ok...gotta go!!!! Love Paul!

And here it goes..

Paul's POV

I smiled to myself as I pushed the button of my alarm clock off. Look, I know what you're thinking.

The guy's nuts! Smiling to himself at the break of dawn!

But I have a pretty good explanation as to why I'm grinning like an idiot after being rudely waken up by those annoying things that you call alarm clocks.

You see, it's the first day of school. And I'm starting that first day at the Juniperra Mission Academy.

That, my friends, is only the school of my current object of affection.

Susannah Simon. Or shall I say Suze as she likes to remind the ones who forget her nickname.

I wouldn't forget though.

The first time I laid my eyes upon her, blue ones on emerald almonds, I felt something that I haven't felt when I looked at other girls. You could say that I was pretty interested. She was… different. Her entire aura was saying, Don't mess with me or you could get the beating of the lifetime. It's kinda hard to admit it, but I was a little smitten by her. I mean, it's not everyday that you meet a girl who acts like she's the boss of everyone.

So after that day she babysat my brother, Jack, I've pretty much spent my days looking for her so we can have a chat or something. So much so that I'm sure she thinks I'm a stalker.

But a little incident made her edgy towards me.

It included ghosts and my brother Jack.

You read right. Some stupid ghosts decided to intervene with my smooth plan to woo Suze Simon.

A certain ghost did major damage than I thought he would.

But if he thinks that he's going to get away with it he's wrong.

So there I was smiling to myself as I made up my bed.

What?

Look, I am not the only one who has a very organized clean room. Trust me on this. My father is a brain surgeon and he likes his room organized. Well what can you can expect from a guy who sees weird stuff all the time in a person's own head? I guess you don't need the visuals huh. But you get my point.

And don't start on me by asking what my gender is.

I am a male and a dominant one at that. It's all in the genes.

Anyway, I went down to the kitchen where Mark, Pops' attendant, was cooking something that awfully looks like salad.

It awfully looks like Pops too seeing as he's about as immobile as a vegetable too.

Shuffling uncomfortably, I went to sat down in a chair and ate the food on my plate as fast as I can without choking.

"Good morning Paul. Had a nice sleep?" Mark asked me as he spoon-fed Pops.

I forced a smile and said curtly, "Yes. I had a nice sleep. Good morning grandpa."

It wasn't really necessary to say this seeing as I only get some drooling from Pops as a result but during my stay here for three days it's become a habit.

As predicted, Pops salivary glands overflowed and Mark had to go to the kitchen counter to get a wad of tissue. And he wiped Pops' mess.

He must be getting a high salary because of all the things that he must do for the old guy huh?

Anyway, I finished my last lettuce and cleared my plate off the kitchen table, saying goodbye to Mark and leaving him to tend to my grandfather.

Sometimes I wonder what had happened to my grandfather to be in that state. So vulnerable and helpless…

I shuddered, trying not to think about what would happen to me if ever I shared that same fate.

All I know is that I don't want to be like him. I don't want any attendant helping me to walk from my bedroom to the terrace outside. Or to push me when I end up in a wheelchair.

I want to be like my father. A professional and has a lot of material things here on earth. A good wife, good sons and a good life.

I want to be just like him. Or even better than him if I get the chance.

I want my life to be perfect even if my teachers would tell me that such a thing is not possible.

I can make my life perfect. I'm not an ordinary mortal, as you already know.

I am a shifter.

oOo

After I finished my morning rituals, I went straight to my BMW convertible. I don't need to tell Mark that I have to leave. He already knows that I'm a busy guy. Seeing as I'm always gone by night and home at three a.m. You don't need to know what I've been doing and where I've gone. That is a little secret I would like to keep between me and Lau – never mind.

Anyway, there I was driving towards the school.

My convertible is like a haven for me. It's like I'm immune to anyone and anything when I'm sitting in the car, my hair whipping slightly because of the wind.

I hopped out of the car and started walking towards the locker areas, smirking a little because of the sight of some girls dropping their jaws and their eyes widening and a lot of ogling.

I was ogling at someone too. She was currently fumbling with the locker, presumably hers, with her back turned to me.

I raised my eyebrows and said, "Well, well, well. If it isn't Susannah Simon."

A/N: Well, that's that. Please review? Thanks a billion. And don't forget to read the second chapter too.

Oh and i hope Faith doesn't mind me advertising this: Please please read 'the wings of remembrance too'! Please please please please....

Okay.. that was enough pleading and don't forget to read the second chapter and review too. And no, we're not very demanding..

Love love love,

Faith Merchant and Shocking Pinx!