I was stressed.

Again.

It seems that this happens a lot lately, especially after shifter lessons. Paul doesn't even really know me and yet he manages to get under my skin so easily. Then again, maybe he doesn't have to know me that well when any threat towards Jesse's existence here can bother me. Paul knows that. And he doesn't hesitate to use it against me.

I was ready to walk out tonight, honestly I was. I am sick of putting up with this, week after week. The constant fights and threats. Why should I spend such valuable time with him when I could be spending it with Jesse? But I didn't, walk out I mean.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you Suze." drawled Paul.

"And why not?" I spat at him

"Is your memory really that short? Don't remember why you're here in the first place?"

I felt my eyes flutter closed.

"You wanted me to stay away from Jesse, not to harm him. If you walk through that door, right now, then I can't guarantee his continued existence."

I had had my hand on the door, but when he said that I felt my resolve crumble. I turned around and sat back down on the bed, beside the dusty books and the devil himself.

"Now, about soul transference..."

So now I was back at home, laying on my bedroom floor and staring at the fan. I've always found that this is strangely relaxing. Watching the fan spin in lazy circles and just breathing...in…out...in…out.

It's not that I thought it wasn't worth it, those annoying afternoons spent in Paul's room. I knew it was worth it, and I was reminded of it every time I looked into Jesse's eyes, or felt his arms around me.

But I was so tired of it, so tired of Paul. He's just one of those people; simply being around him was exhausting.

"Susannah." Jesse's warm voice filled my ears and I smiled as I looked up and saw him standing over me, watching me curiously.

He held out his hand to help me up, but I shook my head and instead pulled him down next to me.

"What are you doing?" He asked me.

"Honestly? I have no idea." I turned my head to look at him "I'm just..." I trailed off realizing that I didn't know how to complete the sentence I had started. A knowing smile appeared on his face. "Will you just stay here with me?" I asked.

Jesse pulled me into his arms and dropped a kiss on top of my head. "Of course, querida." I smiled wider and snuggled closer, resting my head on his chest, listening for a heartbeat that wasn't there.

"I love you." I whispered.

'If I just lay here,

Would you lie with me?

And just forget the world?'

Disclaimer: I definitely don't own anything.

Ok, so just a short and sweet one-shot (they're pretty much my favorites, maybe one day I'll actually start a real story...maybe) but since all but one of my favorite authors seem to have died and haven't updated in nearly a month, I decided that I had to distract myself and write something. So here it is. I think this might be my favorite one yet...but I'm not sure...And I don't really know if it was all that realistic considering how my best friend has had all of my books since June, so all I have to go off of is fanfiction. So please review and let me know what you think, I would totally appreciate it. (Oh and I know my grammar and everything was probably wayyyy bad but bear with me, I don't have English til January, so I've kind of slacked off in the writing department as far as correct sentence structure and such.)

Thanks!!!