Alright. Here you go, finally. Ps- I realize I might have changed Ava's appearance, but this plot came up after I described her, so please disregard previous visions of Ava, and go with the new one. Thank you. Also, I'm sorry if everyone is sort of out of character. I'm sort of gone right now, and am not paying a lot of attention to things like that. I'm sorry if this majorly bugs you.

Chapter 14

Suze POV

Let me explain one thing. Ava, while having great potential, doesn't play her looks as others who look like her do. She's about 5'6, 5'7, with slightly tanned skin and long black hair. Her eyes, though, were a very beautiful bright greenish-blue. She dresses somewhat conservatively, mostly khakis or cords with various button-down type shirts or sweaters. I figured that with a bit of sprucing up, Paul wouldn't be able to resist her.

"Susannah? What is your idea?" Jesse asked.

"We can set up a blind date for them, together... don't tell them it will be with the other, then send them to a romantic dinner for two. Then before hand, we make Ava look hotter than she ever has before." Jesse looked at me, considering, before nodding slowly.

"It could work. As you can bear speaking to Paul-" his eyes narrowed as he said his name "- you talk to him, and I'll speak to Ava." I nodded, then grabbed my phone and dialed Paul's number.

"Well, hello, Suze. To what do I owe this pleasure?" I rolled my eyes. Damn Caller ID.

"Well, Paul, I need to ask you a favor."

"Anything for you." I groaned inwardly.

"See, I have this friend, and she's new to the area, and wants to meet some guys. So, how about I set up a blind date." The phone was silent for a moment, before he replied.

"A blind date? Are you serious?"

"Quite."

"Suze, you know I want YOU. I'm just waiting until you realize that de Silva is-"

"DAMMIT PAUL, I DO NOT LIKE YOU. YOU HAVE NO CHANCE WITH ME," I shouted into the phone, receiving a worried look from Jesse.

"Fine. Whatever. Just give me the time and place," Paul said, then hung up angrily. I sighed.

"Well, at least that's done with." I turned around, and saw Jesse lounging in his usual spot- the window seat- with one leg up. I came over and sat down with him, next to his leg, leaning against his chest. I sighed, and closed my eyes. His arms encircled my waist. "I'm so glad she gave up," I whispered. "Now I have you all to myself," I added with a smile. His arms tightened slightly, and he kissed the curve of my neck.. We sat there in this comfortable position for a little while, before I realized we still had to talk to Ava. I turned and looked at Jesse. "How about you call her now, and have her come over? Then I'll make reservations for some place nice." He nodded, and we both stood up and he walked over to the phone.

Half an Hour Later, now in Ava's POV

"Ow!"

"Shh."

"Ouch!"

"Be quiet, will you? It's supposed to hurt!" Don't ask me how, only about 45 minutes after I left Suze's house after being so harshly berated (even though I deserved it), I found myself sitting on her bed, having my eyebrows plucked. My eyes slid over to Jesse, who was sitting on the window seat in Suze's room, petting the most unsightly cat I'd ever seen, while reading a thick book. Suze, who had been kneeling over me, sat back on her heels and sighed, obviously pleased. "There. Done." I picked up a mirror that was laying on the pillow, and looked at myself. I wiggled my eyebrows, raised them both, then just one, then the other. I have to say, it looked pretty good.

"Um... thanks, Suze, but you've yet to tell me why you're doing this. Jesse just called me over and then you bombarded me and attacked me with the tweezers."

"Oh, yea. I forgot. Jesse and I set you up on a blind date for tonight." I gaped.

"Blind date? Tonight? With who?" I exclaimed.

"An acquaintance," Suze said breezily, and hopped up and went over to her closet. "Jesse, you called and made the reservations, right? For 8?"

"Yes, Susannah. I called them a little while ago," Jesse said.

"Alright, thanks." She came back out of her closet with some skirts and dresses, which she threw on the bed, then grabbed a white dress, and tossed it at me. "Try it on." I held it, uncertainly.

"Suze, listen, I really don't want to-" She glared at me. Startled, I scurried off to her bathroom to try it on.

Suze POV

After Ava was safely in the bathroom, trying on a Betsey Johnson dress I'd gotten at half price with my summer job wages, I went over to Jesse, who set down his book and pulled me onto his lap. "Do you think this is going to work?" I asked him, leaning against his strong, perfect chest.

"I hope so." When we heard Ava re-emerging, I stood up and went to examine her.

"Good. A little more work, and I think you're set."

Ava POV

After Suze deemed my eyebrows and dress acceptable, she attacked me with makeup- though it really wasn't all that much, according to her. And I believed her, after seeing what other people wore- and hair products. At about quarter of eight, after I had been completely made over and changed back into the white dress (paired with a pair of white sandals), I heard the doorbell ring. Suze ran downstairs to get it, and then came back up to get me.

"Come on. Lets go!" She said, actually sort of excited. Why, I didn't know. It was my date." She tugged me down the stairs, Jesse following us. I could tell he wasn't as enthralled with watching me be attacked by tweezers, brushes, and designed clothes as Suze was. I came down the stairs, and saw who was waiting for me. And I stopped dead in my tracks.

"Paul?"