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Suze's POV:
I opened my eyes tenatively. Somehow, I was in my room. My head still hurt like hell, but a quick trip to my bathroom and a handful of Advil's later, I was going to be OK. I threw myself back into bed and pulled the blankets up to my chin. Sleep is good...

I heard my door open a crack, and I twisted to see who it was. "Paul! What are you doing here?" I hadn't yet glanced at the clock. Hell, I was still in my clothes from school. "Wait, what day is it?"

"It's Friday." Paul said, dropping my bookbag onto the floor. "I'm here to drop off your homework from school. You've been out since Tuesday morning." Damn, I'd say I sleep like the dead, except they don't sleep. "You had me worried sick." Paul added, sitting down next to me.

"I'm sorry." I said quietly. "I didn't mean to pass out. I just did."

Paul held me to him and said, "I know, I know. Just no more shifting."

"Also not my fault." I reminded him. Stupid Jesse. Why did he have to wish for me? "Hey, what do my parents think happened? Like, why I've been sleeping so long?"

"I told them there was a fire drill at school, and some idiot decided it would be funny to knock you down." Paul said. "And that you conked your head against the floor when you fell."

"Pretty good." I nodded and wished I hadn't. Stupid headache that wouldn't go away! I glanced around my very messy room, and saw two bouquets of roses- one on my nightstand, and the other on my window seat. "Who are the roses from?" I asked slyly, knowing it had to have been him.

Paul blushed. "The ones on your nightstand are from me." He said, gesturing towards the mixture of red, white, and yellow roses. All my favorites! "And the ones on the window seat," He continued, pointing to the solid red ones, "Are from Rico Suave." I heard the anger in his voice.

"Impressive." I said, staring at Paul's roses. He saw at which ones I was looking at, and smiled. "How'd you know I liked yellow roses?" Red ones are pretty common for bouquets, and so are white. But yellow isn't so much. And I didn't remember telling him.

"Now, don't get mad, ok?" Paul said, his blush deepening. "When we went out over the summer, I kind of poked around in your head. I didn't want to mess up on our date."

I grinned. "I'm not mad. It's sweet, sort of." I said, giving him a mini hug. Then I pulled on normal clothes (changing in the bathroom), went downstairs with Paul, and got leftover steak fajitas. The fact that there were leftover fajitas meant Andy had to have made extra and set back a plate for me. I have such a cool stepdad!

My stepbrothers...well, their ok. Really.

Paul and I ate, while discussing school events. Apparently, I had been nominated for Vice President again- by CeeCee, seconded by Adam- but no one ran against me, and I'd won. I was washing our plates when the phone rang.

"Hello?" I picked up.

"Susannah! Thank God!" Father Dom's voice sounded panicky. It's way funny when priests say "Thank God!"

"Yo, Father D. What's wrong?" I asked.

"Well, we need your help at the mission! You, and Mr. Slater, if you can track him down!" Father D started rambling, and I said, "Father Dom, we'll be there ASAP. But rambling is my specialty, so you need to slow down!"

Then the line went dead. "Uh, Paul? We gotta hightail it to the mission, asap." I explained Father Dom's weirdness, and locked my bedroom door. Brad's party was tonight, and there was no way in hell some horny couple was going to get it on in MY bed. Paul grabbed his car keys and led me to his BMW. When Paul and I got to the mission, it looked like a bomb had gone off. Chunks of the school were missing, and I saw immediately why.

Ever seen that episode of "Charmed" where the Witch Doctor gets rid of the ghost residue? Yeah, imagine that residue, multiply by about 100, and you've got our ghost. I dived into what used to be Father Dom's office, Paul on top of me, screaming, "Stay down, Suze!"

Well duh. He didn't actually think I was going to go up against that thing, did he?

I spied Father Dom and Jesse a few feet away, behind a charred piece of what used to be the door. "Father D, what the hell happened?" I yelled over the roar of the ghost and falling building.

"I don't know! It just showed up, and started blowing the school to smithereens!"

Well, that doesn't help me. "Is anyone else in the building?" Paul yelled.

"Just us!" Jesse yelled out. I was still pissed at him.

"SO WHAT THE HELL DO WE DO?" I yelled as a huge chunk of the adobe ceiling decided to fall about a foot away from my head.

Everyone looked around blankly.