A/N: Okay, this is going to be a story. I have absoulutely no idea where I'm going with it, but oh well. I felt like writing. And my random burst of genious (ha!) came up with this. So yah.

Disclaimer: Meg Cabot owns all. I own nothing. I wish I owned Jesse...or Paul. You pick.

Okay, now on with the story...

Chapter 1

I saw Jesse's car pull up outside, I ran to the door and flung it open. He hadn't said he was coming over. The only person in the house was Brad…

"Hey Jesse," my voice sounded normal for once. I got up on my tip toes and tried to kiss him. He pulled back. I frowned.

"What's wrong?" I could feel myself going: oh no. Oh no. This is not good; this is not good at all…

"Susannah…" he looked at me sadly, or what should have been sadly. His lips were in a frown, his eyes had that saddened look to them, but there was an extra gleam in his eyes. Something that wasn't right, "I'm sorry, but…I don't love you anymore."

My whole body froze. He was kidding. Wasn't he? I felt my mind go through the past week; go through every minute we had spent together. There were no signs that any of this was happening. None.

I looked at him, tears stung my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. I plastered a fake smile on my face.

"If that's the way you feel, so be it." He smiled at me, his dark eyes looked happier than they had been. He raised an eyebrow, the one with the scar in it and ran a hand through his dark hair. I loved him. I think I always would.

One love that would last for a lifetime…

She never said that love would love me back. I knew Jesse was the one that I would love forever. There was no one else. No one else that could compare to him. So it wasn't fair, him leaving me. It wasn't. Why? Why was he leaving me?

I had really thought that after he became alive, nothing would change. I hadn't counted on him straying from me. I realized now, that I had been the only one that he could see. Why else would I guy like that pay attention to a girl like me? I blinked, the tears were threatening to fall more than ever now. But I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of crying.

I stuck out my right hand and said, "no hard feelings?" He gave me a wide smile and shook my hand.

"No hard feelings Suze-annah," and that's when I knew. That there was something wrong. Something so, so wrong. And his accent, it was off. I felt my hopes rise.

"You called me Suze."

"No I didn't." His response was too quick, too unsure.

"Yes, you did," now I was sure, this wasn't my Jesse.

I frowned. Had I been wrong? This looked like Jesse, tall, handsome, beautiful brown eyes. Yes, it looked like him. Who else could it be.

"I'm sorry, I don't know…" I stopped, smiled again and let go of his hand.

"Goodbye, Susannah."

"Bye Jesse, have a nice life," I muttered the last part under my breath, walked in the house, watched him get in his car, back out of the driveway and drive out of sight. I closed the door, walkedcalmly to my bedroom andfainted.

A/N: Yah, I know, It's short. But the next chapter will be longer, I promise. Review! Reviews are nice... :)