A/N: I've been meaning to do something else Suze/Jesse for a while, but I've been a little lost for ideas. This was a random little ficlet thing that came into my head. Most characters should be as you would expect...excluding Father Dominic. But read on if you like, and you'll see that that one speaks for itself.

Disclaimer: As usual, I own nothing. I only wish I did. Meg Cabot is the goddess of all that is chick lit.

One Shot: Who Would've Known?

"Nombre de dios."

He was so hard to figure out. One minute, he could be romantic; the next protective; the next energetic; the next, he'd be a mix of them all! I knew that he was still getting used to life.

Literally. Jesse had only been alive for a couple of months.

But sometimes he could be so damn frustrating.

"I don't know what you were thinking, Susannah," he said, looking down at the object placed before us. "Truly."

"I know," I said glumly. Except, not all that glumly, since I was with my boyfriend. And when I'm with him, it's basically impossible to feel unhappy.

Unless of course, said boyfriend is about to be exorcised and/or sent to a "better place".

But that couldn't happen anymore, I reminded myself. He's human. All very, amazingly, extremely gorgeously human.

"Shopping," Jesse murmured, "with Father Dominic."

"I didn't know that he had a – a – obsession! How am I meant to know the do-good priest of the school is a shopaholic? Honestly!"

I knew I was defending myself in vain, but I wasn't about to admit that.

It had all started when I'd needed some new shoes. Flip-flops, to be exact. Jesse had been busy so I'd prepared to go on my own.

But Father Dominic had overheard. And he'd asked if he could come along to.

I was, obviously, a little surprised. I didn't even know that priests went shopping! I just assumed they – ordered it! Or something!

But, no, here was a priest, asking to come shopping with me.

So naturally I said, "Sure."

Who would've known Father D. had more secrets than he let on?

"I'm wondering which tie would look better. Which do you think, Suze?" he'd questioned me.

I had mumbled something about going to the toilet.

See, he hadn't let me get away so fast, though. Not before he brought out the big guns, and decided it was time to get really serious.

"Two words," he said, grabbing my arm as we walked past an extremely expensive-looking shop. "Diamond. Encrusted. Sandals."

"Uh, Father D.?" I said. "That's…well…that's three words."

"One does not bother oneself with such piteous miscalculations, Susannah," he scolded.

Who would've known?

I looked closer, my eyes flicking to the price tag. "Let's move along!" I cried. "I can't afford those."

"Oh, but they're so beautiful," Father D. crooned. "It's okay, little diamonds. I shall buy you."

I stared at him. "Father D., but they're women's shoes."

He smiled at me, as if I was a little slow. "Yes, they are. But will that stop me? No. I shall buy them for you, my dear girl."

I snapped myself out of the reverie.

"Who would've known?" I mumbled pathetically as Jesse palmed the diamond encrusted shoes with a gentle hand.

"Who would've known?" he repeated me in a dazed voice.