This is Jesse/Suze humor (: yay, haha. It takes place shortly after twilight. Review like a rabid dog!

I slid into the driver's seat of my newly bought used civic, because no matter how many years he watched civilization change, I still wasn't too hot about Jesse's driving skills. The third time he backed out of my driveway he took out our mailbox. Then cursed in Spanish, which I thought was quite funny.

Bringing me back to reality, Jesse said pleadingly, "It was only one mailbox, querida, plus I bought you another one. Why can't I drive?" It was hard to resist his big brown eyes, but I was trained in resistance.

"Because Jesse, one mailbox could turn into a tree very easily. And I'm very fond of trees." I replied not taking my eyes off the road for fear of his face weakening me.

"Fine." He added a bit sourly. Ignoring him, I turned on the radio putting it on some rap station that I liked.

"What the heck is this nonsense?" Jesse asked a strained look on his face.

"It's called rap. You've been around this long and don't know what rap is?" I asked smirking. He always says he's been around and understands everything, but hasn't heard rap before? I knew he didn't know everything.

"Well, the only music I've really heard is whatever Brad and Jake played around the house." He replied with a shrug.

"Ugh, that crap?" I shuddered, thinking of their country music. (A/N): country music doesn't bother me, haha (:

He looked at me like I had just said that I was growing another foot, then said, "You compare this vulgarity, to your brothers' relaxing melody?"

I stared. Just stared. That's all I could really do. Relaxing melody? What. The. Hell.

"Susannah?" Jesse asked.

"Jesse, just shut the heck up, and listen to the music. I apparently need to get you out more. You know, punk, classic rock, screamo, anything but country." I said, words rushed.

"Susan-" But I cut him off.

"No, Jesse." So I cranked up the music, and he crossed his arms.