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Next chapter of Seattle-

Last time-

"Cool," I answered and walked out of the room, and back to mine, where 4 others were waiting. 3 dead and one alive.

"Zack! Why did you bring him here?" Matthew shouted, leaping in front of me, shortly followed by Sam.

"Calm down guys! He's gone back to normal! Look at his eyes- they're blue," Zack replied, as Paul held his hands out in front of him, palms up, in the international sign of we come in peace.

"So? I still don't trust him!" Matthew yelled, stepping forward.

Sam awkwardly added, "Well... he has done that twice in one day. Although... he's okay now, so... ugh! I dunno!"

"Boys, thank you for... looking after me, but Paul's okay now. Besides, I want to speak with him- he owes me that much. You may stay here with me tonight if you wish. Now Paul... explain please!" I ordered. I only really offered to let Matthew stay because I knew I wouldn't be able to speak with Paul otherwise. Unfortunately, he seemed to think this was his invitation to become my superhero protector or something. I sat on my bed and looked at Paul, as Matthew came to sit behind me, a protective hand on my shoulder.

"Suze... I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!" he looked so sincere... but I just couldn't take his word for it. Hadn't he promised earlier that day, it would never happen again? I believe he had.

"Paul, I-"I broke off, feeling horrible. I mean, the look he was giving me, it was just so... sorrowful! It was breaking my heart just looking at something so regretful and with so much pain.

I weighed up the consequences of forgiving him and ignoring him. Ignore him: get no shifter lessons, have hardly anyone to help me at school, disappoint my mom (I know she likes him and is majorly excited for me) and have wasted mine and Jesse's relationship for nothing.

Forgive him: learn about the shifters, make mom happy, have friends at school, not have wasted my relationship, as I had come to the conclusion, that I...well I...

I liked Paul Slater.

I mean I liked him, liked him. And that was a little bit scary. However, if I told him that and we went out, I would be constantly at risk of him... ya know going slightly... mad, like earlier that day.

"Suze? Are you alright? Are you ill? What do you think I should do, Sam?" I zoned back in, noticing they were speaking about me. I prayed to God I hadn't drooled or anything while I was gorming.

"So Suze... what do you say? Are we still friends, or ya know, whatever we were? Please say yes Suze, I really am sorrier than I can say. And-but I completely understand if you don't want to-if not friends then... something more? By the way you kissed me earlier, I take it you kinda like me? At least a little?" I thought back to when he was kissing me. He was so sweet and didn't rush me at all. I really, truly did want to take him up on his offer and become his girlfriend, but I just couldn't; the risk was too high.

"Paul... you're right I do like you. A lot. But your mood swings and your attitude changes are too hard to deal with. I would love to still be your... friend-'I hesitated, feeling like a stupid 12 year old'-and it would be great if you could carry on helping me out with the shifting stuff- on one condition!"

His eyes brightened considerably, and kept getting lighter the whole way through. He replied, "Name it Suze and it's yours. I'd do anything I possibly could to make you happy."

"You have to promise me you will try to stop those... things. And you must keep your hands-and lips-to yourself, at all times, do I make myself clear?" he chuckled and I smiled softly, relishing the sound.

"I'll try harder than I've ever tried before Suze. For you. I am complexly fine with that, although I may have to think about the last part..." he winked. I nodded and he finished, "Thank you Suze, so much. I know you can't trust me the way I want you to at the moment, but I swear I will gain your trust even if it takes my whole life. I promise you; on my life Susannah Simon that I would never want to hurt you, or harms you, in any way. And if I manage to get better control on it, I shall try to tell you before I have another... attack, before it happens so you have a chance to get away. Oh, and so you know, the only time it usually happens is when my pride takes a major blow or when I get really angry or offended. And the best way to calm me down is to just... remind me who I am. Don't let me get upset or angry at the world, as that's what the inner demon does. It makes me forget what I live for; all the people who have ever been nice to me and makes me think that everybody hates me; fills me with negative emotions. And most importantly it makes me not care about anyone but myself, meaning... I lose myself completely." His eyes glazed over in horror over what he could do to me.

I simply nodded. He sighed and said, "Get into bed Suze. It's a school night." I climbed in and smiled softly to myself. This was kinda cheesy, but it filled me with so much warmth that, for a minute, it was easy to delude myself into thinking that I and Paul were just two random teenagers in love. Not some shifters who had recently been experiencing some weird, supernatural stuff.

Paul's P.O.V-

I saw her smile softly to herself, as I was looking down at her adorable little face. She seemed so peaceful and I wished we were just some teenagers in love; as opposed to being two shifters in a complicated situation.

I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, very quickly, very gently.

What? Don't look at me like that! It was her fault for being so... perfect. If she wasn't so amazing, I would have resisted. No, could have resisted, because I certainly couldn't then!

She sighed softly, but more in a 'that was nice' kinda way, not in a 'here we go again...' sort of way. Unfortunately, as I was about to ask her if she liked that, her new ghostie protector came to stop me.

"I thought she told you to keep your lips and hands to yourself, Slater," he snarled.

"Back off, Shore. This is between Suze and me, so leave her alone. Besides, if you knew her, you would know she despises guys who try to 'protect' her, so if you want her to 'fall in love with you' then you really should let her stick up for herself you little-"Suze, sensing a punch up brewing, pushed Matthew a way a little, unintentionally bringing me back onto the bed, right next to her.

Suze's P.O.V-

"Paul, don't. He's just being... nice. Nothing else okay, it's completely platonic. Matthew's just worried, because he knows I don't scare easily and he saw me when you... anyway. And Matthew, Paul is correct, I don't normally let guys help me with anything, so feel honoured," Matthew laughed and saluted me.

"Oh, I do mi'lady," Matthew replied. I nodded and turned to Paul, sighing at the sudden disappointment that filled me.

"Paul... you should go. It's late. And please, try to control it, Paul! And keep your hands to yourself!" I ordered. He too sighed and then approached my door, before freezing.

"I'd best materialize out. We don't want your parents to know I was here. I doubt your mother would like that," despite the fact I knew she wouldn't really mind, I nodded.

"Uh, Suze? Would it be pushing my luck to ask if I can take you to school tomorrow?" he grinned hopefully.

I shook my head, laughing a little. "Slater, go home. You sound desperate, wouldn't want your reputation in danger would we?"

Oh, god... oh God please no... NOT THE PAULI PUPPY DOG EYES! NOOOOOO, LORD HAVE MERCY!

"Fine!" I snapped. "You're so immature, Paul!" I added.

He winked and dematerialised. I groaned feeling majorly peed off with and Paul and myself.

Suddenly, there was a huge knock on my door. 2 actually. They sounded rather... annoyed; angry; frustrated.

"Come in," I called. As soon as that was said, 3 boys came barrelling in through my door, going by the names: Jake, Brad and David.

"Guys! What is it? What's wrong?" I yelped. Zack and Sam nodded at me and left, but Matthew stayed by my side.

"Who're they?" he demanded. No one (alive) said anything, so I said, as an explanation to Matt, "To what do I owe the pleasure of my 3 favourite step brothers coming to visit?"

Wow... I sounded like a mouse. Doc's face was blank, but the other two definitely held emotion. A mixture between anger and... Betrayal; hurt.

"Suze..." I sat up and gestured for them to come over. Doc did so unquestioning, but the other two stayed stock-still. I had a horrible feeling I knew what they were going to say.

"I thought you trusted us now Suze. And yet... you give none of us an explanation." Jake began. Brad carried on, speaking slowly.

"At lunch time, you were with Slater, tell me why." his voice was harsher than Jake's.

"Look, it was my first day and I didn't know anyone, so some sister-Ernestine-wannabe, came to me and assigned Paul as my 'buddy' to help me out for the day, alright? He introduced me to some of his mates and they're all really nice."

Brad nodded, seemingly satisfied with that part of the questioning.

"This evening, you've been with Paul. Why? I thought you hated him, so why the sudden change of heart? You were scared of him Suze, I know you were," Jake asked softly.

"It was all a... misunderstanding. He had his reasons and it was all put out of context in my brain because I didn't know... certain things. So now... I have nothing to hate him for. He has done no wrong. So we're cool," I explained hoping they wouldn't ask what made me scared of him in the first place.

"Alright, well explain why you were running back from his house, crying your eyes out," Brad said sternly.

"Uh... well I... tripped. Down Paul's stairs. And it, uh, hurt," I lied.

"Please don't lie to me, Suze. Now, explain why we could kinda hear voices talking about... supernatural crud... and then Paul saying he should 'materialize' out of the place, along with some random noise likes wind chimes. Then you talking to someone else who, when we entered the room, was not here," Jake said softly. The look on his face... it killed me. All that emotion...

I always thought people would be happier not knowing my secret, but I was causing some great people who really cared about me a lot of pain... maybe it couldn't hurt to tell them?

Oh, sure Suze, and then have them laugh in your face? Pfft... But I could always have used Matthew to help me?

"I... can't," I groaned looking back down at the floor.

"Suze... if you don't tell them, I will. They'll have to believe me, especially Jake," David stated. Oh my God... THE LITTLE CHEAT WAS BLACKMAILING ME!

"What do you mean, dude?" Brad asked.

I could see Jake's brain ticking. "The breeze way..." he murmured.

"No..." I breathed, shooting a horrified look at David. "Doc, no, you can't! It's not your secret to tell! You can't do that! You- you're all better off not knowing! David, if you tell them, I'm gonna get a load of my 'friends' to pound you!" I shriek-whispered. I shot him a look when I said 'friends' and he caught on to what I meant.

He paled slightly, but looked no less determined. "Suze, do you want to tell them, or me?"

"David, no... They won't believe us-either of us! They'll think we're both complete lunatics! And I refuse to tell them!" Dave shrugged.

"Then I'll tell them," all I could do was stare in horror at the little ginger before me, who was about to blow it.

"Suze sees dead people."

Brad looked confused. Jake looked... triumphant.

"Oh my God..." he breathed, "You're completely right! Of course you are, you're David, you're always right! The sneaking out... that was because you had to like, help them and perform exorcisms and stuff right? And that time with Bryce when you knew the beam was gonna fall on his head that was because of a ghost! And that time when you discovered about Mr Beaumont and all those murders was because one of the victims or someone told you! And Michael... the RLS angels came to you didn't they? I knew it! Well, I didn't, but whatever. And Paul Slater... that was over some ghost called Jesse! Wait, let me guess... you liked Jesse, but Paul liked you and then he got mad! Am I right? Am I? Well am I!" he said.

I slowly nodded. "Yes. I'm a... what people call a 'mediator', sort of like a medium. My job is to help souls of people who can't move on, because they have unfinished business. It varies, the cause of them being stuck. Yes, I sneak out to help them; yes, it was a ghost who dropped the beam on his head; it was sort of thanks to a ghost that I discovered Marcus's murders; yes, it was the RLS angels who let me know Michael had killed them; and yes, that is pretty much what happened with Paul, Jesse and I. Oh, and I know 3 others who are like me, as well as a psychic who can tell when someone is a mediator. The psychic is Madame Zara, and the 3 other mediators are Father Dom, Jack Slater and Paul Slater- well, actually, Paul and I are something else called shifters, but I won't explain those yet. Don't wanna give you an information overload." Oops, I think I was too late. They seemed to have an overload already.

"Suze... how are we supposed to know you aren't just... messing with us? Trying to make us feel guilty for making you tell us. Huh?" oh no...

I groaned and flopped back again. "I told you, David, that they wouldn't believe me!" and I felt tears pricking my eyes (why do my eyes keep doing that lately? Seriously, I was getting fed up of it!) And tried to hide under the covers, but not quick enough: Brad and Jake had seen.

"Now look what you've done you insensitive spaz!" Jake moaned.

"Suze, please, I... we didn't say we don't believe you! I just wanted to know if you had proof, is all!" Brad sighed.

I felt David jump off the bed, quickly replaced by someone heavier.

"Go away! You might catch the crazy-Suze-disease! Now leave, I don't like being teased!" I whined.

Brad put his head right next to mine and whispered, "Suze, don't be silly. You're my new lil sis', of course I believe you. Now pull your head out of there,"

I stubbornly said no and ordered him to leave. He didn't.

"Suze, if you don't come out, we're gonna tickle you to death..." Brad threatened. I snorted. Sighing (again!) I came out.

Matthew was still there, observing from the side.

"Matthew!" I shouted, suddenly remembering the previous plan.

"What?" Brad asked startled.

"I'll prove it, just gimme a second," I replied to Brad. To Matthew, I said, "Hey, Casper aka Matt, I need you to do me a favour. Could you possibly move the lamp for me?" he nodded and...

It floated up into the air, circled Jakes head, danced around Brad as he tried in vain to swat it and returned to the dresser. "Thank you Matty!" he saluted, again.

"Okay... we all believe you. Right guys?" Brad's voice had gone sort of squeaky. Doc and Jake nodded.

"Well, I've told you, guys, but you have to promise not to tell anyone of bring it up in front of our parents"

"Agreed,"

They all walked out, looking dazed. "Goodnight Suze," Doc said, bounding back to his room.

"See you tomorrow Suze..." Brad murmured, almost walking into the door.

"Suze... thank you for telling us. I know it was a big deal, telling us this. Thank you and we swear we won't tell anyone. Do you think, maybe one day, you could... tell me about it properly? Like, in depth?" I nodded and he continued, "Oh, and be careful! I don't want you to die just yet, I quite like being able to talk to you. And promise me, if you ever need help-with anything, not just ghosts, but those particularly-you'll tell me. Okay?" I smiled.

"Thank you, Jake, this really... means a lot to me," I put my arms around his neck and gave him a quick hug, before going to bed.

"Good night,"

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