AN: A little short and overdue, but I think I make up for it with my fluff story…

Enjoy and Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day for those of you in the US!

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Chapter 21

Jake drives me home and tries to strike up a conversation, but I am reluctant and swarmed in my own thoughts. I just stare out the window and pace around my mind.

I just know that Paul switched his personality with Jesse's, but something has gone wrong. And I have a hunch that I have to fix it before tomorrow night—the full moon. Sleepy is pulling up into the driveway when something hits me. I get out of the car quickly, throwing a thank you over my shoulder and run into the house.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God," I think while I bound up the steps and into my room. I begin pacing once I have my door shut and locked, but then what had struck me in the car vanishes and I curse myself.

Paul had messed up, but what? What had he messed up? Maybe he enchanted something wrong. Or maybe…maybe.

I flop down on my bed and start biting my fingernails. God! Maybe I should just go over to Paul's; I mean Jesse in Paul's body's house and see what he thinks about the whole situation.

But he probably doesn't even know if he's Jesse or Paul. Jesse in Paul's body probably just thinks that he's Paul and that we're friends. But then why does Jesse Wannabe act like he knows that he's Paul?

I am stumped and I roll over on my stomach and look down at my floor trying to think about something else for a while.

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I am wondering Shadowland and trying to find the hallway with all the doors so I can maybe open one and fall through it. I want to just give up and surrender so badly. I am in pain without my Jesse.

I keep on walking and shiver when I look down and realize I am in my pajamas. Hm, I wonder why I didn't change beforehand? I spot someone in the distance and call out to him or her before I think better of it. Their head turns in my direction, and I realize that there is something familiar about that profile.

The figure starts walking towards me and I towards it. Finally, he gets close enough so I can see him and I gasp. It is Jesse. I turn to make a run for it, but then a soft hand touches my forearm and I spin around to face him.

"Susannah?" Jesse whispers. I look into his eyes and realize that it is him, Jesse, my Jesse. I smile up at him; I can't help it. My heart begins racing and suddenly I want to kiss him badly, really badly

"Jesse?" I ask him quietly getting lost in his eyes.

"Wait! What? Jesse? Suze, it's me Paul. I'm not Jesse."

It suddenly dawns on me. This is Jesse stuck in Paul's body. Oh my God.

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It feels like Jesse, my heart tells me it is Jesse, but he is saying that he is Paul.

"Je-I mean Paul, what are you doing here?" I ask him while he removes his hand from my arm.

It is weird calling Jesse Paul. "I needed to get away for a while. I was just ambling about."

"Just ambling…" I echo. What was I doing here?

Jesse, I mean Paul, looks down at me with questioning eyes. I can't help but melt at the sight of his dark pools. God, they make me feel at home.

"What are you doing here, Suze?" Jesse/Paul asks me.

I just look at him…how does he always know what I am thinking? "Just ambling…" I say coyly while he smiles down at me.

"Oh really?" He asks me with an idiotic grin on his face.

"Yes," I say and can feel myself starting to relax.

Jess/Paul moves forward suddenly serious, and I don't step back. "Susannah," he says. "I think something is wrong."

I just stare up at him, and then I awake face down in my pillow with a headache. I lie there for a minute or two and then my alarm blares. I raise my arm to shut it off and then roll over.

Ten minutes later my alarm screams again and this time I figure it's best to face the world. I get up, pop an Advil, and jump into the shower. After shoving my legs into some jeans and slipping on a peasant top, I slide on some platform sandals.

I walk out of my room just as Dopey is yelling for me. Slinging my backpack over my shoulder I walk down the stairs and into the garage.

Dopey sneers over at me while I climb into the front seat. "What's wrong with your face?" I ask him while checking my hair in the mirror. Doc snorts from the backseat and Dopey throws a menacing glance over at him; this shuts Doc up.

"What's wrong with yours?" He asks, trying to sound cool.

"That was just sad, Brad. Maybe you should work on your comebacks," I say and then buckle up. Brad huffs and then starts up the car.

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I breeze through the day without any complications, but when it comes to Medical Science, I find myself looking for Paul, or rather Jesse/Paul.

He sits down in a seat with ease and takes out his book. I saunter in and sit down next to him. Jesse/Paul looks over at me questioningly.

"Have good dreams?" I ask him.

"You should know," Jesse/ Paul retorts nicely.

I just smile and then take out my own book. Marc rambles on and makes us take notes. I find my mind feeling bloated and tired. At one point I look out of the window and see the faint outline of the moon and I gasp. Tonight is the night. Oh God!

I ask to go to the bathroom, and Jesse/Paul just looks up at me weird when I raise my eyebrows at him. Once outside of the classroom, I walk down the hall to a nook and wait for Jesse/Paul to follow.

I hear the door close and then footsteps coming closer to me. Jesse/ Paul appears and I pull him to me. He accidentally steps on my foot and apologizes.

"We should go some place else," I say quietly and then lead him to the janitor's closet.

Once inside, we just look at each other for a moment. "What is this all about?" Jesse/Paul asks me more with his eyes, which I notice are brown pools, then his words.

"Like you said last night, or rather this morning in Shadowland, I think something is wrong too. What made you think that something was wrong?" I ask him.

"Well, it's just—I don't know, when I look at myself I feel like I'm someone else. Like I have lived a different life. And I know this is completely inappropriate, but I feel as if I had once had you as mine. I feel as if we had been together once, in the past." I look up at him and still see the brown pools. "Do you know what I'm saying?" He asks and I nod.

Then after a moment, I say, "Kiss me."

Jesse/Paul's eyes widen and he leans down instinctively, but then stops when his breath is teasing my lips. "What is this going to prove?"

"Just wait," I whisper, and his lips crash down onto mine, and I gasp.

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"Well," Jesse/Paul says when we finally break away from our kiss. I giggle like a little schoolgirl and then smile up at him infatuated in my own thoughts.

"So? Anything?" I ask him.

"What do you mean?"

"Well," I start, and then think, what do I mean? "Is there any more of those feelings?"

"I don't know. All I know is that I love kissing you, and…" he trails off.

"And…what?"

"And I feel like there was once love in those kisses."

"Oh Jesse," I whisper and throw my arms around his neck.

He grips me tightly. "Querida?" I lean away from him with tears in my eyes. "Is that you?"

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AN: Sorry to leave you hangin' there, but I couldn't resist! 