Warning: Fluffy goodness in this chapter!



Suze's POV:
I sunk back into the pillows after Paul left. What was that kiss all about??? When can I get another?

Ok, bad Suze. Yes, he's a good kisser- as that incident in his bedroom proved- but I wasn't really expecting something THAT good, you know? Like I'd kill- well, not literally- for another kiss.

I was musing about all of this, and whether deep down Paul was right, and I did feel something for him, when who should appear but Paul Slater through my bedroom window.

He didn't say a word, just looked at me with his big blue eyes before wrapping his arms around me and giving me another sweet kiss. The only difference between this one and the one before is that this one was quickly overtook by passion, and switched national origins fairly soon.

Breathlessly, I broke away, very aware that I was lying on my bed, with Paul's body over mine. One of his arms was on top of my waist, reaching around to stroke the small of my back, and the other was around my neck, pulling me in very close to him. My own arms were around his neck, holding him close to me. There was this moment, where we just stared at each other. Like in the movies, when the couple starts going at it, and then theres that moment between them where they just look each other in the eye, and everything's perfect.

Or close to it, anyways, because you're with the one person you were totally meant to be with.

Keeping his blue eyes locked on my green ones, Paul lifted my left hand from his neck. He kissed my fingertips gently, going up my arm to my neck and planting soft, gentle kisses along it. I moaned lightly and squirmed a little under Paul, which made him stop and look at me. I gave him a look that said it was fine, and felt him stroke my cheek gently. I closed my eyes and felt myself get lost in the moment...This perfect, wonderful moment...

And then it was over! Just like that, gone!

Paul had brought his lips to mine, enveloping me in a fiery, passionate kiss. I felt him moan a little against my lips, and then I felt my hands on his hips move up, to take off Paul's black polo shirt. All at once, he did something I didn't think Paul had ever done before.

He broke our kiss and said, "Suze, we shouldn't do this."

I saw him strain the words, saying them with a finality, I guess to make himself believe them. "You're right." I whispered, trying to sit up, which proved somewhat difficult since Paul was still on top of me. He moved so I could get up.

Because he was right. I mean, we really shouldn't do anything that serious. Paul leaned in and gave me a good-bye kiss before leaving through the window again.

I flopped again and sighed. It was three-thirty in the morning, and thankfully, Saturday. I didn't want to move for anything all weekend.

So I didn't. Well, I moved for dinner. That was it. After that, I retreated back to my room, claiming I was coming down with something. Mom and Andy had to go to some science fair thing of Doc's, and Sleepy and Dopey left to go do whatever. Once again, I was alone.

But this time, I wasn't going back in time with Paul. Or getting abused by Jesse. I was in my room, on my bed, staring off into space, and contemplating my life.

Well, it was a nice try. "Susannah, you can't escape from me. You should know that by now."

Jesse was stretched out on my daybed, propped up on one elbow, staring at me.

"Whatever." I said nonchalantly. "What now, Jesse? Sex or you just gonna smack me around for a bit?"

I know, really brave words for someone who would probably die from them. But whatever.

Jesse got up and crossed the room, coming to a stop at the foot of my bed. I was on my stomach, and stared up at him. "What?" I asked boredly.

Jesse just shook his head and said, with a gleam in his eye, "You know what, Susannah."

"Oh yes. The tireing (A/N: Is that how you spell it?) act of forcing little Suze to sleep with you." I said. I sat up and laid down on my back, now staring up at him again. "Well, come on. I'm tired of fighting. I'm tired of losing, I'm tired of screaming, I'm just tired."

It seemed for a moment, Jesse wasn't impressed with my little speech. Like, he had tuned me out or something, and was just going to bang me anyways. But then he shook his head and dematerialized without another look back.

Leaving me sitting on my bed, utterly confused.

"Wow, Rico fell for it." Paul said when I told him about it over the phone. He'd called to check up on me.

"Fell for what? I was telling the truth." I said. "Hear honesty is the best policy or something."

"Oh." Paul said. "Well, do you wanna come over or something? Or have me come over? In case he decides to come back and try his luck?"

"Sure, if you wanna." I said, twisting the phone cord in my fingers. "I can't leave the house, but if you wanna come over, you can."

"Why can't you leave?"

"Told mom I was coming down with something so I wouldn't have to do much this weekend. Leaving would blow my cover."

"Oh makes sense. See ya in twenty then?" Paul asked.

"See ya in twenty." I hung up and untangled my fingers from the phone cord. I started to walk down the steps, but as I left my room, something felt...Off. Like, I stood in my doorway and took a really good look at my room, and it seemed...blacker. Despite all the girly pink frills, it had a dark tint to it. I shuddered and went to the living room, trying not to freak out.

WARNING: THERE ARE TWO OR THREE MORE CHAPTERS, AND THAT'S IT! I'm trying to end all my works in progresses so I can catch up on reading. And see the outside world. I hear it's interesting out there...