Disclaimer: That's right, I don't own anything Mediator. Meg Does. Though I would like to "borrow" Paulie, if ya know what I mean...I also only partially own Josie. Though I do own J.T. She should be coming in this chapter, I think. I'm naming her after me(J.T are my initials to my first name, I have one of those double first, ya know, like Mary-Kate, only without the hyphen(-)).
Summary: Set right after Haunted. Suze admits to Paul that she does like him but refuses to play tonsil hockey because she also loves Jesse. What's a girl to do??? Help the new ghost, Josie, of course!
A/N: Am I a Paul fan or a Jesse fan, you ask (no one really did ask me this but I feel like talking about myself at the moment.) I am in fact A Paul fan. I have a thing for "bad guys". Though I do think it would be wrong if Suze stopped loving Jesse. Therefore I do not know whether this will be a p/s or a j/s. Actually I do know the ending already. You might not expect it. It's a bit different from most endings you get here I think, well it's different then the ones I've read. Hey look, I wanted to talk about my self and I ended up talking about the story! Meh, watcha gonna do.
Chapter 3: The bad touch (personally I love this song. You know by The Bloodhound Gang. But all my friends hate it and think I'm crazy)
When I woke up on Sunday I fully expected that I would have to sneak out to go with Paul. Turns out, though, that Mom and Andy were going to some lunch party. So as soon as Paul's convertible I walked right at the front door (wearing comfortable running shoes) instead of climbing out my window. Turns out this was the wrong choice of exits considering Dopey popped out of nowhere and said, "Your mom is so gonna hear about this."
Unfortunately, the worst thing Dopey has done lately is that party and has already been grounded for that, so I had nothing on him. Dopey knew this too. So I just stood there, looking like a fish (with really nice hair, I might add) until Paul walked up behind me and said to Dopey: "Brad, let Suze come with me or I'll tell everyone what you and the freshman girl were doing." Dopey went bright red and ran back upstairs. He was clearly not going to tell Mom about me leaving the house while grounded, with one of the reasons that I am, grounded I mean. Without a word to Paul I walked up to the car and jumped in, ignoring the door (it was a convertible, after all). Paul followed me back to the car and I was off to Paul's house (and possibly more kisses. Not that I want them. Okay, maybe I do, so sue me.)
"Aren't you gonna ask me what Brad and that freshman were doing?" Paul asked me as we pulled out. I answered that with a blunt "no" but Paul seemed to take it as a "Please Paul, tell me what my dopey step-brother was doing with some fourteen year old. I'm dying to know about his sex life!" So he told me that he found Brad and Mel, the freshie, making out half naked in an empty classroom. I mean, do I even care? Paul seemed to realize that I wasn't participating in our conversation after a while and started to twirl some of my hair with his finger and said, very seductively I might add, into my ear, "Suze, what are you mad at me for this time? I said I wouldn't hurt Jesse and I was able to get you out of your house, so what is it? Wait, did I try to kill you again?"
Ok, now he was making fun at me. The Nerve! I Turn to face him to spit at witty comeback at him but I kind of got trapped in his eyes... They were very nice. A very light blue, and exactly the same shade as the sky. Paul noticed I had a trapped-in-a-hottie's-eyes-though-I-shouldn't-even-be-near-him-or-else-my-dead-borfriend-will-kick-his-ass-not-to-mention-he's-closly-related-to-satan look so he turned off his car (we were already at his house) and leaned forward so we were nose-to-nose.
"Did I try to kill you again, Suze?" He purred. And with that I found myself attached to Paul by our lips. Why oh why does Paul have to be so sexy? Why couldn't he be more like Brad? Or someone else with an equal amount of sex appeal (aka none). And why do I like him so much? I have Jesse. Never mind that he never showed up last night when I got home. But still Jesse lov....... Jesse who?
The kiss seemed to be doing some damage to my brain so I pulled away. Paul reluctantly did the same. Paul was, and so was I, breathing heavily. Though, unlike me, Paul was smiling. In fact, I was doing quite the opposite. I was close to tears. Paul noticed and grabbed my hand, not really in a romantic way though. I think he just wanted to make sure I didn't running away and get my feet messed up again. My hero. (Sarcasm people!)
"Look, Suze, I shouldn't have done that," What was this? Is Paul being nice? Unfortunately he continued, "until we got inside. I couldn't help myself-" he caught my dirty look and quickly changed what he was saying. "I mean, Suze, I'm sorry. You're just so....so beautiful. It's hard to keep my hands to myself."
I might have found this flattering if I still weren't thinking about the real reason I was upset. I didn't really care that Paul kissed me, it was a wonderful kiss. It's just that I figured out why I liked Paul's smooches better the Jesse's.
"Cinnamon," I whispered to myself.
"Huh?" Was all I got from Paul.
I wasn't going to say anything else. I was just going to walk into the house and forget about it. Burn the thought out of my mind. But it turns out I didn't need to explain myself. Someone else would.
"What's she's trying to say is that you taste like cinnamon. And that bothers her because she's used to kissing people who don't chew cinnamon flavored gum. And even if they he did, she wouldn't be able to taste it because a ghost's breath doesn't smell like anything, partly because they don't have one, a breath I am." A ghostly hand appeared from the backseat. "I'm Josie Garinger. Who are you?" She asked Paul.
"Paul, Paul Slater. Oh, so I taste good, that's what she's trying to say? Wait, you're the singer chick, right?" Paul started to hum the chorus of one of her songs "Hmmmmhmhmmmhmhmmmmmmm."
Josie ignored the humming and looked at me with wide eyes. "Is this the Paul that you like but won't admit it because of that ghost? I really don't understand you, Simon, this guy is a total babe!" Unfortunately, Paul heard this and immediately stopped humming
"You like me Suze?" he said, a smile playing at his lips. I ignored him and headed towards the house, giving Josie the evil eye. I hade to wait for Paul at the door but when he got there he made no move to open it. "Come on, Suze. If you ignoring me is a plan to get me to stop loving you, then you can forget about it. It just makes me horny."
Did I slip into another dimension? Paul said he loved me, well kinda. But it's closer then anything Jesse ever said. Did Jesse really love me, or were those kisses because he hadn't been with anyone in 150 years? No, nobody could kiss like he did and not mean it. (a/n isn't that line overused or what?)
I blame my state of confusion for what I did next, which was grab Paul's head and roughly pull it towards mine. Paul wasn't expecting that and it took him a while for him to register what was happening. Once he did though, whoa. This kiss was WAY better then that time in his room. This one was soft and sweet, something I would never have expected from him. I loosened my grip from Paul's head and let my hands like down his toned chest to his hips. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled his torso closer to mine. Suddenly are kissed changed, we were no longer savoring each other but fulfilling a craving. I was up against the door (with the doorknob painfully pushing into my back) and Paul attacked my neck. I was grateful that Josie was polite enough to dematerialize. Though I enjoyed the effect of Paul's lips on my neck I brought his head so it was leveled with mine and we stared at each other.
It seemed like years later when Josie returned. We were still standing in front of his house. I had my head on his shoulders, squeezing his middle like he was a squeezing thing. Paul was running a finger down the side of my arm ever so gently. I could barely feel it but it sent shivers down my spine. The touch made me want to spend the rest of my life with Paul, in his arms. It was a touch that made me forget about everything, including Jesse. Therefore, it was a bad touch.
Josie obviously didn't care for the serenity of the moment and went, really loudly might I add, "Awwwwwwww. You guys make the most awesome couple!" That seemed to snap me back to reality. I pulled away from my embracer and slide to the ground, saying whatever came to my mind, which was; "ohmygodofmyfreakinggodcan'tbelievejessefreakholymotherofpaulohgod!" Paul for once was absolutely quiet. He just unlocked the door and let himself in, leaving Josie and me out side. He came back to the door a moment later, still dazed and picked my up and bringing me to his room. He dropped me on my bed (a lot gentler then Jesse did when I messed up my feet) and sat on the floor besides the bed. Josie settled down across from Paul, also on the ground. Josie spoke after a minute or so.
"I'm sorry to break up your incoherent ramblings, Suze, but I've got a problem. Some of my fans have found me, the dead ones, I mean. They've been following me all day, that's why I came to you in the car, but Mr. Sex God here distracted me though." She winked at Paul who was still uncharacteristically silent. "They should be here any moment now."
Like if on cue, a ghostly glow came into the room. It belonged to a girl, maybe a year younger then me. She had olive skin with brown eyes framed with what Gina calls "emo-glasses". Her hair was blond (obviously bleached because there was an inch of brown roots showing). I knew that she was here for Josie because of her t-shirt that had "Blatant Attraction" scribbled across a picture of Josie. She caught me staring and said "you can see me?" I nodded. "ya, I'm Suze Simon, a mediator, and that's Paul." I motion to Paul then added, "he can see you too." It didn't look like he could though. He was just staring of into space, not really seeing anything. So it made all of us jump when he spoke.
"Shifters, Simon, we're shifters. We're more then common mediators." Huh. Whatever, that not really important now, I thought as the new ghost gave me as "what's with him" look.
"I'm J.T. Uh, Suze, right?" I nodded. She was on of the few people who got that my name is 'Suze'. Not Susie. Not Susan. Suze."Well, your lip gloss is, like, all over your face." Well, she's very observant one, that J.T.
As I wiped off my lippy another ghost arrived and ran up and gave Josie a hug. I didn't see her face but Paul did.
"Kelly!?" The ghost turned around. And there, my friends, was the Junior class president, Kelly Prescott, in all her ghostliness.
(Well there you have it folks! Chapter 3! What will Suze do about Paul? Will Jesse find out? Why won't Josie move on? How does J.T fit into the story? And YAY!!! Kelly is dead!!!!!)