I better recieve long praises in your reviews... or not... depending on how you like the chapter. You finally get a REAL encounter with the ghostie! Lovely times writing this! Really, it's one of my better (AKA: Funnier and ROMANTIC!) chapters! Oh and the ghost... yeah I really hope you don't think he's like Erik from POTO... tee hee

Much love!

-Annie

PS- Maddy: That is so cool that you're working at that special olympics thing!


"Oh my gosh Paul. Why the heck did you just pinch my ass?" Jesse said giggling… and yes he was giggling not laughing.

"What? Suze… no… I did not…" Paul started sputtering.

"And you pinched his first?" I said loving the freaked out look that was on Paul's ever-hot face.

"No… no… no…" Paul kept denying.

"I swear Suze… if it wasn't him, who was it?" Jesse said grinning like a schoolgirl. Now I knew he was gay. God… was he like using me as a cover up. Yeah right! I'm not going to be someone's cover up. Use some Maybellene if you want cover up don't use me! Wow that was lame but yeah.

"I AM NOT GAY!" Paul yelled.

"Nobody was accusing you of being gay… why do you have a confession to make?" Sarah said, just as jokingly as I had.

"No! God, it was probably the freaking gay ghost!" Paul yelled coming up to me. "Suze, you believe me right?"

"I don't know… I mean," I said laughing.

"Jesse, Sarah keep going. Suze is obviously having questions about my sexuality that I need to clear up," Paul said grinning. I was kind of afraid. I mean how was he going to clear them up.

"Well," Sarah said trying to delay as long as possible.

"Go ahead. Trust me, if he tries anything funny on me, he's a goner," I told her.

"Come on Sarah," Jesse said, "let's go kick some ghost butt!" Wow, how did I ever question that Jesse was gay.

"Now Suze," Paul said backing me up. I was against a wall. "If I were gay, would I do this?" And then he got down on one knee and said, "Susannah Simon, will you marry me and make me the happiest man in the world?" then, he pulled out a ring. "I had this ready at the café today, but you left before I could tell you that I've loved... well since the first timeI kissedyou. You remember the time don't you. In my room during our lovely shirter lesson." I was speechless. "Well, what do you say?"

"P-p-paul… turn around?" I said scared out of my wits.

"Why?"

"The ghost is right behind you…" I stuttered. Paul turned around and saw that the ghost was ready to pinch his butt. The ghost jumped back.

"Did I interrupt this tender moment between you?" The ghost said looking smug. Then Paul hit him in between the eyes.

"So Suze are you ready to answer me before this ghost comes around?"

"I think so," I said trying to add an air of suspense.

"Okay," Paul said looking apprehensive, "I mean I know we just met again and-" I cut him off by kissing him.

"Of course I'll marry you Paul," I whispered into his ear. He slipped the diamond on my finger when the ghost got back up.

"You like so did not want to do that," the ghost said making the lights flicker on and off. I saw a painting heading right for Paul's head. Shit. What the hell was I supposed to do? Paul turned around quickly and blew the picture up.

"What was that?" I asked in awe.

"That my dear was an example of my shifting ability… just focus and you'll be able to do it, maybe not on quite as big of a scale but, now!" Paul yelled as something flew towards my head. I focused on it, and it went up in flames and Paul put them out.

"Jesse, Sarah! Get your butts back here!" I screamed. They were already there.

"What's up?" Sarah asked.

"Well, Paul proposed and then he punched the ghost in between the eyes. Apparently this particular ghost isn't quite on the straight path if you catch my drift," I replied beads of sweat dripping into my eyes. I was getting a workout protecting everybody from the projectiles coming at us… go me!

"Holy shit! The ghost has Jesse!" Sarah yelled. I looked over to see Jesse being carried up the stairs by one very feminine male ghost.

"Paul, I think the ghost is going to stop throwing things at our head now that he has what he wants," I stammered trying not to laugh.

"What did he want?" Paul asked.

"Jesse," I said. We both looked towards the stairs and saw Jesse struggling, but not too hard against one well-groomed ghost.

"Looks like we've got to save Jesse from Mr. Pansy Ghost," Sarah said laughing.