A/N: Hey there my lovelies. I'm back silly geese. I just got this crazy idea…to have Paul and Suze have a nice little discussion. If they could say anything to each other, what would they say? Well my lovelies, you are about to find out!

Disclaimer: I hope you understand that I don't own Suze, Paul, or Jesse. Meg Cabot does, being the genius that she is! I don't want to get sued (and I don't know why anyone would want to sue me, I have no money!). Anyway…

Rating: PG-13, just to be safe. Arguing isn't very family-oriented in my opinion.

Summary: Suze and Paul have a lot to say to one another. Now they have the perfect opportunity to speak their minds…

Other random things that will further postpone the reading of this story: Well, I decided to make this all formatted and stuff…isn't it pretty? Its Suze's POV most unless I say otherwise!

Now, before I totally make you lose interest in this story: Enjoy!

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I felt like I was in a bad horror movie or something. I was dressed in black from head to toe; crawling around this creepy abandoned mansion all alone. It felt as though any minute, a horrendous monster or zombie would attack me from behind. But I knew I had nothing to worry about. Monsters and zombies didn't exist. And it really wasn't the things that go bump in the night that freaked me out. It was the impending visit with someone even scarier than any campfire story could create.

"I'm surprised you decided to show, Simon," a voice in the shadows said cooly. I whipped my flashlight around until it shown on the face of the voice. It was none other than Paul Slater.

"Whoa there," Paul said as he shaded his eyes from the blinding light, "You can turn it off." I reluctantly flicked my flashlight off. The only light in the room was the light cast off by the moon through the windows.

"Okay, I'm here. What do you want from me?" I asked as I looked around the dark room nervously. I clenched onto my flashlight tightly, like it was the only thing keeping me safe. But I knew nothing could keep me safe in this place since Paul was there.

Paul took a step out of the shadows and into the moonlight. The light played on his features, making him glow, even in the darkness. "Why does it always have to be me wanting something from you, Suze?" Paul asked with a grin on his face.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, placing my finger on the switch to the flashlight. I felt that if Paul tried anything and I turned the flashlight on, I could instantly be transported home. I guess you take comfort in silly things when you are confronted with your fears.

"You came here, right?" Paul asked as he leaned on a dusty table. "Um, yeah. You asked me to come. So I came," I answered. "You could have stayed home. It's a free country," Paul said with a smile. By then, I was pretty confused. Paul wanted to know why I came, when I barely even knew myself. He was right, I could have stayed home, safely tucked in my bed. But even in the safety of my own home I felt threatened, but in a different way. If I chickened out, I feared that Paul would try to take away the one thing that made me happy.

"I was afraid, Paul," I said honestly. I hated to say the word afraid, especially saying it to Paul. But it was true. I was scared out of my wits. "You have nothing to fear, Suze," he said as he took a few steps closer. "I know," I replied with a deep breath, "It's just…Jesse."

"Oh God, Suze," he said angrily, "Why does everything have to be about him?" Paul said 'him' like it was something bitter tasting in his mouth. "I don't know, maybe because we have a deal," I said as strongly as I could. "I already said I wouldn't touch him. Why can't you just trust me?" Paul asked, the expression on his face turning more and more angry.

I couldn't answer him right away. In fact, I could barely answer him at all, in fear that I might say the wrong thing. So I just stood there, wishing that the house would swallow me up. Paul took a few more steps closer, until he was only a foot away. My grip on the flashlight tightened with every menacing step he took. "What, no answer?" Paul asked as he reached out and tilted my chin upward with his index finger. "Does cat have your tongue? Or has your precious Jesse snatched it?" I could have slapped him silly.

I no longer cared if the words I said were right or wrong. I would have said anything to get Paul to back off. He was pushing the line of our deal. "You don't know what you've put me through!" I yelled at him, causing him to drop his finger from my chin. "What have I put you through, Suze? I'd really like to know," Paul asked with a glimmer in his eye.

"Thanks to you I've been through hell! You dropped me there and didn't even bother helping me out. Kind of like how you left Jesse, Jack, and I stranded in that…that place!" Paul rolled his eyes and said, "Suze, I said I…"

"Shut up, Paul! Because of you," I stabbed him with my index finger as I said 'you', "I haven't been able to sleep at night. And if I did sleep, it wasn't for very long…because you don't only haunt me at school or at home. You haunt me in my sleep!" "Suze," Paul said my name softly. But I kept on going.

"You don't know how it feels, Paul, to live day and night in fear! You can't even fathom what I go through. It's bad enough that Jesse and I can't have a real relationship. There's always an obstacle. First, Father Dominic makes him move out of my room and into the rectory, and now it's you. Every time you show up, Jesse and I become farther and farther apart. It's like you're trying to spoil what little Jesse and I have!"

"Oh, so it's my fault?" Paul yelled, "It's my fault that you can't be with someone that's dead? Doesn't it even make you feel weird that the guy you call your boyfriend has been dead for a century and a half? His rotting corpse is buried at our school, for God's sake!" "His body is not a part of him now," I answered, trying to quote something Doc had told me.

"I'm not the one that doesn't get it. If you think you and Jesse have something, you're pretty naïve," Paul spat.

"You think I don't know that he's dead? Do you really think that I don't know that at any minute, Jesse could be gone? You don't know how it feels to want something you can't have!"

"Shut the hell up!" Paul yelled, his voice shaking the entire house. I heard something crashing, which caused me let out a scream. "You," he said, his voice shaking with anger, "don't know anything. News Flash: The whole world doesn't revolve around you, Susannah Simon. I know what it feels like to want something I can't have! I've experienced it everyday since the day I met you! You dangle the string in my face, but when I try to swat at it, you take it away and then put it right in front of my nose again!"

I felt like I just got punched in the stomach. "Paul…I don't…" "Yes, you do! Whether you're aware of it or not, you do that to me. You're not the only one stranded in hell, Suze!" Paul snapped as he seized my shoulders with his hands. I winced in pain and closed my eyes, trying to imagine that I wasn't there. I opened my eyes and looked at Paul, who was practically nose-to-nose with me. His grip on my shoulders eased up a bit.

It was awhile before any of us spoke again. We stood there, Paul's hands still resting on my shoulders, afraid to even move. It felt like any disturbance would cause the world to crumble. Like it would be dangerous to say anything.

Paul looked down at the floor and released me from his grasp. He started to say something, but I went, "Paul, it's okay. I understand now. I think."

Paul took one of my hands in his own. He looked down at me, the moonlight catching on his blue eyes, causing them to glow. "Suze…I…"

Just before Paul could finish what he was going to say, the house started creaking loudly. We heard more crashing coming from the top story of the house. Some plaster would have fallen on my head from the ceiling if Paul hadn't pulled me quickly out of the way.

"We have to get out of here," Paul said. "That figures," I replied, searching for all possible exits. Paul grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the window. "Can I borrow your flashlight?" Paul asked as he nodded to it. I had forgotten that I had had in my hand the whole time. I didn't really feel like it was safe to give it up yet.

"Suze, just give me the flashlight," he demanded. I handed it over sheepishly. Paul swung it at the window, which shattered, leaving a space just big enough to get through.

"Go, Suze," Paul commanded me as he stepped away from the window, back into the dark. "Paul, you can't go back in there. The house might fall on you any minute now," I told him. "It'll fall on you too if you don't do what I told you," he said as he gave my flashlight back. "But…"

"GO NOW SUZE!" Paul yelled.

So I jumped out of the window and ran a good twenty feet away from the mansion. I was still in its vast front yard. I looked at the window where I escaped, waiting for Paul to emerge from it. He stayed in there a good ten minutes. I was worried that he might not make it out in time. Just then, my fear was affirmed.

I watched the roof of the mansion slowly cave inward. "Paul!" I shouted uselessly. I was too far away for him to hear me. Then in one loud crunch, the whole top story collapsed right in front of my eyes. Paul was still in there!

A cloud of dust was surrounding the remains of the old mansion. I stared at it, with hope still in my heart that maybe he might have made it out okay. Then the tears came. I sunk to the ground slowly. The tears freely poured from my eyes.

I was actually crying for Paul Slater. I couldn't believe myself. "Oh Paul!" I wailed loudly, "I shouldn't have let you go back in the house! It's all my fault! Now you're…you're dead!"

I started to sob bitterly, when all of a sudden a voice said, "It wasn't your fault." "Yes it was," I told it with a sniffle.

"No, I swear it wasn't. Did you really think you could get rid of me that easily?"

I looked up from where I was on the ground, to find Paul leaning against the tree beside me. "Paul, you're…you're alive!" I cried. Paul knelt down in front of me and said, "You seemed surprised, Simon. You really thought I'd let myself die in there?" I sniffled a little bit. "How did you get out of there?" I asked. "Nevermind about that," he dismissed my question, "I have something to show you."

In his hand, he held a huge Bible. "A Bible?" I asked. "Not just any Bible, Suze," he explained, "This was the DeSilva Bible. A family heirloom passed from one DeSilva to the next." He held it out for me to look at.

I took it and set it on my lap. It was heavily decorated with what seemed like gold trimmings around the cover. I opened it to find the whole DeSilva lineage in the front of the book. I could barely read any of it, because the cursive was so thin and the pages were about to crumble. I looked at the bottom of the page, where it said: "Hector 'Jesse' DeSilva- born June 25, 1829, died ?"

I looked up at Paul from the old Bible. "Interesting, huh?" Paul said. Interesting? Interesting didn't even begin to describe it.

"The Bible was to be given to the oldest male in the family. Since Jesse had disappeared, they gave it to one of his younger sisters. This mansion belonged to one of the actual DeSilva girls. The house stayed in the family for awhile, until some of her descendants sold it to the Carmel-by-the-Sea Historical Society. There wasn't much that could be done with it, since it was so old and in such bad condition, so they just left it," Paul explained.

"This is the reason you asked me here then?" I asked. "I thought you'd be interested in a little history lesson. You know, instead of our usual shifting lesson," Paul answered with a shrug.

"Paul?" I asked as I got up and dusted my clothes off.

Paul looked up from where he was sitting. "Yeah, Suze?"

"Thank you"

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A/N: Thank you guys for reading this! Sorry that it was so long for a One Shot, but I hope you like it! Um, let's just say this was 8 pages! I wonder what Paul was going to say to Suze before the house decided to collapse? That's ponderous. Thank you guys so very much for reading and if you choose to review I thank you in advance! I love all of you!!!!!!