Hello, my peeps! I'm back again! And with a new chapter, too. I welcome you guys warmly back to my story 'Josh The Matchmaker' (I came up with this title on a lurk, so...). I love the reviews I've gotten so far and the many, many, many people who have added me to their author alerts and my beloved story to their favorites and story alerts. I appreciate it, really.

So, this chapter is Aidan's (sigh...) POV. So, it will be just a tad more serious than my previous others (the ultra funny Sally and Josh, respectively). But, it is me so it will have at least a little bit of humor in there somewhere as well staying true to Aidan's brooding, sexy characterization on the show (*swoons*). Oh! And watch out for an appearance by Josh

Hope you enjoy and I adore you guys. Seriously.

By the by, I own absolutely nothing (now if I could only wrangle enough money to buy Aidan at auction... hehe).

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My life sucks.

Now, before you start making stupid. vampire jokes, just please allow me to continue and attempt to not interrupt me.

Thanks. I appreciate it.

So, anyway. My life blows. And yes, I have an answer as to why it has blown so royally as of late.

I wanted her.

I wanted Sally.

I honestly didn't think it was healthy to want something this much. Especially if that something was a ghost. A sweet, beautiful, sarcastic, and funny ghost.

Her little freak-out yesterday just made my urges for her much stronger and I don't know if I could fight them any longer.

I craved her like I craved... well, blood.

It was a scary thought to realize that my desires for this, this... ghost woman might even surpass the hunger that has haunted for the past 200 years.

The kiss that night re-played over and over again in my mind. The very solid feel of her pressed against me, her breasts against my chest, her fingers through my hair...

Jesus! It is getting warm in here.

I smiled at a small, female nurse who had been looking... no staring shamelessly at me. I hadn't been my usual flirtatious self with a good portion of the nursing staff. Normally, I would avoid interraction because I was afraid I'd get distracted by the sound of a heartbeat and the heady smell of blood rushing through their veins.

Not this time, though.

This time I had a legitimate reason for not flirting.

I wanted, no needed someone else.

Sally.

And I really, really did not want to analyze the fact that I had been fantasizing about an actual ghost since that kiss. Well, to be fair, my thoughts had become less than friendly since before the kiss but, the relentless images rushing through my brain made me almost groan outloud in my misery.

Her attempt to talk to me last night made me grin. Her voice timidly saying my name and her slightly jumbled, incoherent speech on our make-out session.

I felt the grin leave my face as I replayed her panic when I tried saying something to her, if only to calm her down before getting to the issue at hand.

Then she began crying and disappeared on me.

Great. Just great.

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"You know your as full of crap as Sally, right?"

My eyebrows raised high on my forehead as I looked at my best friend across the cafeteria table while trying to swallow the herendous coffee down my throat.

"Excuse me?"

"You two should really get a clue, man." Josh smirked at me while crossing his arms over his chest smugly.

"What the hell are you talking about?", Normally Josh's mannerisms barely bothered me. But, the mere mention of Sally's name made me on edge. And for not entirely unpleasant reasons, either.

"Come on. I saw you guys kiss that night, remember. It's kind of obvious you guys want each other and are too damn stubborn to admit it."

"Josh-" I wanted to say something. Anything to get him off this subject.

"No, no. Let me. You guys haven't been in the same room together since forever. And when you are, it's ackward and not just for you two anymore, by the way. And you guys stare at each other when the other isn't looking like lost puppies." He counted off these tidbits on his fingers as he went on. "And I gotta say man, it's getting pretty sad, now."

"Are you done?" I growled at him.

I know Josh. He was only trying to help. But, like I said, on edge.

"Yup. See ya." And he left with his coffee.

Leaving me to ponder and contemplate what he was trying to say to me.

Jackass.

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A/N: I hope I gave a good outlet to Aidan's thoughts here. I wouldn't forgive myself if I didn't. I love the character far too much to screw it up.

The next chapter will be in third-person. Just wanted to throw that out there.

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