Sorry it's been a while. This isn't as long as the others. sorry.

Disclaimer: I am not Meg Cabot. I don't own the characters.

I watched in pleasure as Jesse walked up to and layed into Paul. I know it sounded horrible, but I really didn't like what Paul suggested.

"Boys, break it up!" Father Dominic said, calling them to order. That, unfortunatley and unsurprisingly, wasn't enough. Father Dominic had to go stand inbetween the two of them to stop the from fighting. Father Dominic finally seperated them. He sat both of them on the floor on oposite sides of the room. "Okay" Father D went and sat down on his chair. "We are going to continue this conversation in a civil manner. Now what were you saying Paul?"

"I think since Susannah's parents won't be able to see Jesse we should, for all intensive purposes, pretend I am the father of Suze's kid" Paul said, smirking.

In the back corner of the room Jesse growled, yes I said he growled. I looked over to him to see his scar glowing and his hands in tight fists.

"What? Feeling a bit short in breath, Jesse?" Paul asked, his smirk getting bigger.

Jesse jumped up to his feet. He was standing up straight and ready for a fight. The photo frames in Father Dominic's office were shaking and Jesse began stalking towards Paul. He looked like an avenging angel.

I didn't particularily like Paul, but that didn't mean I wanted him to die. Besides, how could we have explained it?

I stepped in front of Jesse. "Calm down" I told him. I put my hand on his chest. "Ignore him." Jesse took a deep breath and stepped back. I turned to Paul and my eyes narrowed. "Stop being such a Prick" I told him, m eyes so narrowed I could barely see.

Everyone was silent as I pushed Jesse into the chair beside me and Paul sat down.

"Okay" Father Dominic said, slightly taken back. "So, Paul proposes that he should pose as the father. Jesse what do you propose?"

Jesse was silent for a while. "I don't know" He said finally and in a sort of disapointed way.

There was an uncomfortable silence that came across the room. Father Dom looked at me. "Do you have any ideas, Susannah?"

"We could just say the Jesse was tourist I met... and I was in love with him... and, ummm... he got news that his familyhad died in a car accident, so he went back to take care of that before I got the news that I was pregnant?" I suggested, knowing it was a pathetic attempt to aoid having to spend time with Paul.

Paul snorted at my input. "Who are we? Lauren and Heidi from The Hills?"

"How do you know their names, Mr Manly man?" I asked him snidley in responce.

"Says the girl who got knocked up by a ghost"

Father Dom cut in there, before we could get any deeper in our fight... or anybody got a broken nose.

"Fighting does not solve anything, children" he scoulded us. "Now, I'm sorry to say this, but I have to agree with Mr Slater on this matter. The plan is more fullproof and, well, long term"

"Long term?" my voice squeeked. "What's more long term than a hundered and fifty year old ghost?"

"And, with all due respect Father, I don't trust Slater to go within a six mile radius of Susannah, let alone raising my child!"

"Hey! I can fand for myself, thank you very much." I said angrily. "I don't need a knight in shinning armor!"

"I'm all for it!" Paul said, smirking

"Children, please!" Father Dom said, trying to calm us down.

"Susannah, that is not what I meant" Jesse put his hand on my arm, which I yanked away. "I just meant in the time that I come from women were in need of protection"

"Well this isn't 1850 anymore Jesse! It's called womens rights"

"Which you're all to familiar with, aren't you Suze?"

"Children, stop fighting!"

"Don't you talk to the Lady like that, Slater!"

"I can defend myself, Jesse! Haven't you been listening to me?"

"Of course I have been listening, querida"

"Querida" Paul immitated Jesse and scoffed. "What lame western movie are we in? The Good, the Bad and the Ugly?

"I am not a cowboy. If any body was a Vaquero here it would be you!"

"This room is not soundproof, quiet down" Father D said again.

"Shut Up" Paul, Jesse and I shouted at the same time.

"Oh." Father Dom looked a little bit taken aback.

We all looked at him and realised what we had just done.

I winced. "Sorry Father D" I said.

"Good Father! Please forgive me for speaking so harshly!" Jesse fell to his knees.

And all Paul could say was; "Jinx"

I gave him a look that could kill and turned to the priest. "You want him to raise my child?" I asked, in a 'you have got to be kidding me' sort of way.

"Well, what other option do we have?" Father Dom asked. "And stand up Jesse, you are forgiven"

Jesse stood, but still looked down ashamed. "Thank you gracious Father" he said solomly.

"So you'd rather him to raise your kid?" Paul asked, gesturng to a crestfallen Jesse.

I looked at Jesse and then looked a Paul and then looked a Jesse again. "Basically, yeah"

"Paul, you do know that if you pretend to be the Father of this child, you must pretend for the rest of your life?" Father D asked him.

"Yeah I know. I'm up to it" Paul nodded.

There was a decided silence that over came all four and a half of us, dead, alive or on their way.

"Why are you doing this, Paul?" Jesse asked finally.

"Because, no matter what you think I do care about Suze and I don't want her kid growing up fatherless" he said, looking straight into Jesse's eyes.

Jesse was silent for a moment. "Thank you, Paul, thank you so much" he finally said.

~Imagine a divider thingo here~

We had worked out in the end that if anybody asked why myself and Paul had never been seen dating it was because that we wee keeping our relationship a secret and that we were 'in love'. The in love part Father Dominic insisted upon.

After we sorted that out Jesse made sure to clarify with Paul taht just because we were pretending to be together didn't mean we were actully together and that he could 'do things' to me that he wouldn't do to anybody else. I had to hold back laughter at that.

By the end of the day I was exhausted, emotionally and physically. I was drained. I all but staggered out of the school towards the family car. Unfortunatley I was stopped on my way there.

"Oh, it's you" I said looking into familiar blue eyes. Paul. "What do you want?"

"I was wondering when you were planning to tell your parents about us?" he smirked. Stupid smirk.

"Soon" is all I said.

"What about tonight?" he asked.

I bit my lip. I wasn't sure if I was ready to do it, but then I remebered the promise I made to sleepy. "Okay, what time will you come over?"

"Why don't I come over now?" he asked.

"No, I want to break it to my mum before you get there. Then she can meet you"

"Okay, so about sevenish?" he suggested.

"No, that's dinner... eight, maybe?" I asked. I looked away. I can do this I thought to myself If I can mediate, I can do this.

"Okay, Iill be there" Paul was silent for a moment and then cupped my cheek in his hand. "It'll be alright"

"I know, but remember, It's an act. We're just pretending"

Paul looked at me, searching my face and then dropped his hand. "It won't be an act for me" he said and then turned around and walked to his car.

"Stupid shifter" I muttered to myself as I walked towards the car and walked towards my brother, who were clueless about everything.

Sorry that this was short. I was just rying to post something as soon as possible and I'm still kind of stuck as to what out of two plots this story is going to go. If you have any ideas tell me and they might come into it... oohhh... don't you feel special.

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