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UnangelicHalo: I'll probably have my other Mediator story done by the 13th, and if I work really long and hard, this one too. I'll try really hard, but I don't wanna promise anything...

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Suze's POV:

"Susie, you're back!" Mom exclaimed, coming to the front door and giving me a hug. "Paul, wherever did you find her?"

"She was wandering around, weren't ya, Suze?" Paul said, nudging me in the ribs. "Over by the Mission."

"Touch me again, and I'll break your nose again." I hissed before taking off up the steps to my room. Before I slammed the door, I heard Paul say something about Paris, so I figured they were now discussing the wedding and honeymoon.

My theory was proven right when Mom came up to see if I wanted to take part in planning my wedding. I think she got the point that I didn't when I threw my pillows at her. Don't give me that look. Yes, I'm very aware that it's probably not kosher to throw pillows at your mother, but she had it coming. Mom looked at me before throwing the pillows back and closing my door.

I rolled over and groaned, seeing that it was still early in the grand scheme of things. Only 9:15. Thank God it was friday, and I didn't have to get up early for anything the next day.

I laid there, staring out into space, until I heard a loud thump! outside my window. Cautiously getting up, I climbed onto the window seat and looked outside.

To see Jesse struggling to get up. In those boots, it's pretty hard getting up the side of houses, I suppose. "Jesse!" I grabbed his arms and helped pull him in.

"Susannah, I had to see you." He said breathlessly as we collapsed on my bed. Awwww, had to see ME?! That's so sweet!!!!!!!!!

"Ok, Jesse, well, you're seeing me, and now we'll probably want to hide you because others can see you and-" I didn't get to finish my little speech because he swooped in like an eagle, and kissed me.

And, oh my god, it was heaven! The kiss started gentle and soft, then quickly became fiery and passionate and...uh...tongue-y. One of his hands was on my cheek, and the other was resting around my waist, stroking the small of my back. Mine were securely around his neck, running through his hair occasionally. I didn't realize how far we were going until I heard several moans- and then realized they were coming from me!

"Jesse, not that I'm complaining," Dear lord, never! Jesse wants to be intimate and all up with the tongue and stuff, then I'm sooooo not gonna stop him! "But what's with you?"

"I'm not sure I understand, Susannah." Jesse said, now kissing my neck and then one of my ears.

"You're not normally so..." I searched for the right word to describe his actions, while trying not to pass out from the sheer pleasure of his lips on my skin. "Friendly."

"Susannah, I'm always friendly." Jesse now sat up, much to my displeasure, and looked at me confusedly.

"Jesse, why are you being so intimate right now?" I said bluntly. "Not that I'm complaining, but you're never like this. Hell, the last two times we kissed, you disappeared on me!"

"Susannah, I'm not going to disappear this time, if that's what you're afraid of." Jesse said, reaching for my hand. "And, I suppose I'm being like this because it's one of the last chances you and I have to be together."

I felt myself go pale. "Why? What do you mean? You can't move on! You're not even dead anymore!"

Jesse chuckled. "Not me, querida. You, I believe, are the one with upcoming nupituals."

Dammit. Just when I had forgotten completely about that damn contract, he goes and reminds me. "Oh. Right." I said quietly.

Jesse leaned in and kissed me again, on my forehead this time. "Susannah, I'm sorry I was being foreward. I should be going now."

"No!" I said quickly, grabbing his arm. "You can't leave. Paul's downstairs, discussing the wedding with my mother!"

Jesse's face took on a murderous quality to it. "Alright, querida, I'll stay. If you wish." Then we rearranged ourselves on top of the blankets and Jesse pulled me into his arms so I was facing his chest. He stroked my hair while whispering a little Spanish. For a few minutes, life was perfect.

Until my door sprang open and Paul came in.

And then it was his turn to look murderous.

"Suze, what's going on here?!" He yelled, closing the door. Jesse and I got up, and stood, united, across from him.

"Well, I was being intimate with my boyfriend, until you walked in! Ever heard of knocking?" I yelled back.

Paul looked pissed. I mean, beyond pissed. Mega-pissed. Like he wanted to punch something- or someone. Then I noticed he wasn't aiming the evil eye at me.

He was aiming it at Jesse.

And then he was lauching himself at Jesse and both of them were getting pretty bloodied up. "Stop it! Both of you stop it!" I screamed, pulling Paul off of Jesse.

In the process of breaking it up, I got several fists to my face and arms. "That's it! Paul, Jesse, STOP FIGHTING AT ONCE OR I'M GETTING REINFORCEMENTS!" In the form of Dopey and Sleepy who would gladly beat them up.

They kept fighting.

I tell you, no one takes me seriously anymore.

I flung open my door to see Sleepy and Dopey already standing there. "Little help, please?" I asked, moving away so they could get in. Sleepy took Paul while Dopey held back Jesse. "Ok, I know him." Dopey said, pointing to Paul. "But who's this guy?"

"That's Jesse." I said looking in my mirror to see a lovely bruise forming on my cheek. "You see what you two did?" I said to Paul and Jesse and pointing at my cheek. I glared at them for a few seconds until Sleepy said, "Wait, the Jesse that cheated on you?"

Oops. Totally forgot about that from earlier...Too much has happened since then. Jesse looked insulted that I would say such a thing, but I'll explain it later. I just nodded for now. Paul smirked.

"Living room, all of you." Sleepy said, taking charge for once. "Dad and Penelope are gonna have to deal with this one." (A/N: I just made up a name for Suze's mom- always kinda like Penelope. Hehe.)

We made our way to the living room. I sat down between Paul and Jesse while Dopey took refuge in his room and Sleepy went to get Mom and Andy. "What do you mean, cheated on you, querida?" Jesse asked. "I'd never do such a thing. Perhaps this el tonto," Jesse gestured to Paul who scowled, "But never me."

"Early, Jake and Brad heard you in my room- right after you snuck out the window- so when they asked if it was you, I told them we broke up because you cheated on me." I explained.

Jesse looked slightly better about it, but still scowled for a minute. Then he stood and said, "Querida, I must get going. Father Dominic asked that I be back by eleven or so, and it's now 10:30."

I stood as well, and said, "Ok. Um...I'll come up- or try to- tomorrow so we can talk." I said. I walked him to the door and kissed Jesse goodbye to groans from Paul. I shut the door and heard Mom come in. Andy had apparently gone to bed already.

"Ok, what's this I hear about fighting?" I sighed as another list of half-truths and lies came out. "Jesse came to try and win me back after I dumped him, and Paul came in and overreacted because it looked like we were doing something that we so weren't, and they started fighting."

"Oh." Mom seemed to believe this. Then she started in on how fighting wasn't the answer, and why hadn't she met this Jesse person, and where was he now? "He had to get going, Mom. Don't worry, I'm so done with him." How is it my tongue didn't shrivel up at this?

Mom said goodnight to us, and told Paul not to stay too late. Paul and I sat on the couch staring at each other. Well, he was staring at me, and I was glaring at him. "I hate you." I said fiercely.

"Suze, why do you have to be like that?" Paul sounded exasperated. "Can't you just accept it? We're going to be married. You have to deal. I'll let you keep seeing that cowboy, but only if it's completely platonic."

He wonders why I hit him so much.

"Suze, just accept it." He leaned in pretty close to me. "You can't win this one. Like it or not, you and I will be married on your 18th birthday."

I leaned in to him. "What if I don't have an 18th birthday?"

"Suze, if you die, I can still see you." Paul said. "And I have no problem being married to you in ghost form." He leaned in again. Our noses touched.

I opened my mouth to relatiate, but he snaked in and kissed me. And because my mouth was already open slightly, he snaked his tongue in and before I knew it, I was lying on my back on the couch with Paul on top of me.

But I so didn't kiss him back!

Ok, not as much as any other girl (cough- Debbie Mancuso- cough) would have. Yes, my arms went around his neck, but my hands most definitely did NOT run through Paul's hair. They were firmly clasped together around his neck.

His, however...Well, they were securely in place on my hips, holding me down to the couch partially. But they weren't attempting to take off the khaki skirt I'd worn to school that day.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Paul and I broke away. He bit down lightly on my bottom lip but didn't get off of me. I realized I didn't want him too.

What's that all about?