haha! Im back with chappy 6!

lol, ive missed you reviewers..really, i have.

I want to give a big shout out to Frankie a.k.a. Gaby, the most evil of all! She's the best man, she rules! She wrote the best fic of me and Paul i like...forever! Even mine ain't that good!

ok, lets get a move on!

Disclaimer: I dont own Paul, Suze or Jesse, Meg Cabot is the rightful owner. I own me. Anita. Thats moi. Capeesh?

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Previously: ''Now where do you think your going?'' I asked. ''What, first your all like o-'' But she didn't get to finish because lil miss ghost over there interrupted our, shall we say, 'couples argument'. ''Look, what's your name? And why are you here and not up there or whetever?'' Anita asked getting very unpatient. May I mention how sexy she looks when she gets all angry?

So, the ghost replied,'' My names-''

PPOV

''My name's Frankie, but you can call me Gaby. And the reason why I'm here is because-'' But before she could continue, the words were choked up in her throat. She didn't seem to have the guts. Frankie-or Gaby, as she says- searched through mine and Anita's expressionless faces, with a glint in her pretty, inky black eyes. I thought for a moment that I saw a sheer glass of water building up in her eyes. She was going to cry. Hmm, why are girls so...sensitive? Weird, I seriously don't get them, first they all seem tough, then all cry-babyish. But Frankie held back her tears and put on back her feirce, I-kick-ass-all-the-time expression, which, from the looks of it is true. The being strong-feirce-physically thingy-bob, I mean. (A/N:I love that word...lmao..thingy-bob..when u dont know what to say or what an object/person is called..lol)

''Look, Frankie. If you don't tell us, we can't help you.'' Anita said with a short sigh. I looked at Anita, staring blankly, but actually eyeing her sexy self.(A/N: i dont love myself, oky? I have to keep Paul in character, and every time he's around hot girls, he gets all kinky...capeesh?)

Anita felt my eyes on her, and looked from the corner of her eye at me, retorting, ''What?'' ''Huh. er nothing...'' I replied, snapping outta the trance. Le sigh. Then Frankie interrupted, ''Look, the reason why I'm here has to be kept annonymous. I can't tell anyone. But you can help me.'' ''And how's that?'' I asked, ''You will find out soon. Don't forget me...'' And with that, Frankie just vanished into thin air, leaving glittery sparkles and a light blue aura behind her. ''What in the world was that all about?'' Anita asked, putting on that cute puppy dog, expresionless face on. I chuckled at her expression. ''What?'' She asked simply. ''Hahaha...nothing.'' I continued to chuckle. ''Look, erm, are we gonna get a move on?''She asked, looking at her watch. ''Yup. Sure...my place?'' I asked, with a sly grin. ''Err... Im not sure...''

''Anita! Look, I promise, I won't try anything on you. I promise.'' I said, putting on a serious face. She bit her lucious lips, and looked deep into my eyes. ''Fine.'' I put my grin back on, ''Anyways, we are going out.'' I sneaked in, getting off the bench. ''Yeh, but still.Wait, we are?'' Anita asked, taking the hand I gave her to get up. ''Well, technacilly yes. We have after all been on a date AND kissed.'' I mentioned, wrapping my arms around her, and pulling her close to me. Maybe I was imagining things, but I saw her smile, a little. She pressed her hands against my chest, then held the colar of my Ralph Lauren polo shirt, pulling me closer. I leaned in thinking she was about to kiss me, but she started laughing and said ,''Hahaha! I tricked you! Now ho's soo guilable?'' She was lauging so...sweetly! Gah! I can't get enough of her!

''Comeon, let's go.'' I said, playfully pinching her cheek. We got into my convertable and rode off into the sunset.

When we arrived at my 'ice-palace' we climbed up into my room, where I left Anita sit on the be while I went to get us some drinks. I quickly grabbed two cans of sprite, strode up the spiral staircase, and walked straight into my room, to find Anita sat patiently on my bed. I handed her a can of sprite and sat next to her. For the fisrt few minutes, as we took sips from our drinks, we didn't say anything. A very awkward silence...hmm. ''Soo...your a mediator huh?'' She looked at me and gave me the evil glare.

''No. Don't get this wrong. I'm a s-h-i-f-t-e-r.'' She said it slowly as though i were some kind of foreign tourist or somethin. ''Really? Wow, welcome to a fellow shifters home.'' I said, taking a sip of my sprite. ''Hmm, we have somethin incommon.'' Anita said, placing her empty can on the desk next to her. ''Not something. But alot.'' I said, smirking. ''What do u think Frankie ment by 'we'll find out sooner' ?'' Anita asked. ''I dunno. Maybe we will find out sooner or later.'' I replied, pursing my lips and placing my empty can next to hers. But to put my can next to hers, I had to reach over her, so when I did, I slightly pressed her against my bed, roaming over her. She let a slight gasp slash moan.

''Er Paul?'' Anita said in a strangled voice, under me. ''What?'' I smirked. ''Get off me. You promised me you won't try anything.'' ''What if I like this position?'' I whsipered in her ear, still smiiking.

APOV

What a jerk! He promised! He was on top of me, stradling me, and balancing on his elbows. ''Paul!'' I whisperd hoarsly, trying to struggle away under him. ''Comeon Anita...you know you want too.'' He whisperd in my ear, sending tingles down my body. He started to leave fiery trails down my neck, which i have to admit, tempted me. Alot. He turned away from my neck and looked into my eyes, dreamily. Darn it! He has such gourgeous eyes which tempt me even more! This is called letchery in the seven deadly sins. And he just broke it. I think he already has though. His evil, i tell you! ''Anita, don't tell me you don't want me. Or this? You know you like it. Admit it, it's written all over your face.'' (A/N:I love that quote in Megs fifth mediator book! Meg truly does rock my sox off!)

He leaned in closer and pressed his juicy lips against mine. Slowly, he started to deepen the freakin, nice tempting kiss, turning it into a full on frontal French! Me, being soo stupid, I encouraged him more by flinging my free hand around his neck, and kissing him back. Suddenly, without thinking, I started to remove his polo. And he very well knew what I was doing, as he quickly removed his lips from mine to slip off his shirt. He then carried on kissing me as I let my freakin hands -which I was sure by now had a mind of their own- roam over his chests and abs. May I mention how nice he felt? Letting my hands go over every curve and slide slowly up his chest. He let out a quiet groan which vibrated throughout his body and against my lips. I then started to feel him slip off my top! Gasp! He slowly slipped it off, and threw it across the room. I was left in my skirt and black Strapless wonder-bra. Only. This sucks. Major time...--

He slowly parted his lips from mine, and whsipered, breathlessly ''I told you you won't be able to resist it. And you do like it. Dont you?'' Damn his smirk! ''Puh less Paul. You really think that I would give in that easly? I mean, it's not my fault you tampeted me!'' Paul started to laugh.''Really? hahahahaha...huh, I told you someday you would give in.'' ''Damn you!Why do you have to be soo hot?'' I said angrily. ''Hahaha, you look so cute when you get pissed.'' ''I really wasn't prepared for this.'' I said, pulling up my skirt which was going down. ''Oh, you don't need to worry about that! I've got a whole box of them in my draw.'' He said winking. Ewwww, I didn't mean THAT. ''No Paul, what I ment was that I wasn't prepared for this. You on top of me.'' ''What's there to get prepared for?'' Paul asked, fiddling with my hair. ''I mean, we've just been going out for what? 3 days? And yet, we are in THIS position.'' ''So. We are going out, and we are old enough for sex AND we are mature enough for a realationship.'' ''Who said anything about sex?'' I asked. ''Well...'' Paul smirked, slowly leaning in. ''Uh Paul!'' I said, covering his mouth with my lips. ''What? Oh comeon...'' Paul pouted as I let go of his mouth. ''Look. Paul, don't get me wrong, I would have sex with you..some day...or like never, but I think it's a bit too early in our relationship now.'' No, people. I seriously like him. What am I saying? I love this guy, but his being a bit forward, dont ya think?

''Ok, Im not gonna push you into anythin, cos I don't wanna lose you like I lost Suze. By pushing her into things. I've learnt my lesson.'' Sudenly, I felt sorry for him. ''Ok, I'm glad you have. But you won't lose me...not that quick that is.'' I smiled. He smiled too, and gave me a quik peck on the lips. ''Can we continue with the making out then?'' He asked. ''Mmmhmmmm'' I hummed, wrapping my hands around his neck. He smirked as he leant in and kissed me.

That whole half an hour we spent making out passionatly. but now, I was on his computer researching some stuff for our project for school. Yes, u guessed. We were put into pairs. Me and him. The room was quite dark with the exception of the computer light and the french doors to the veranda were open, letting in a light breeze. I was wearing one of Paul's big shirts, which was loose on me. As I was Googling something, I felt someones breath tickling against my neck and ear. Then I heard Paul's voice whisper,''Have you found anythin yet?'' ''No, not really.'' I replied, keeping my eyes glued to the screen. Paul then-standing very close behind me- gently moved my hands of the keyboard, and started to type in the subject of our project, which was for a report on platonic plates and earthquakes for Geography.

When he typed it in, I felt his warm breath tingle my neck and his chest slightly press against my back. When he clicked on a link to that subject, it opend a window which had a load of info about that subject. So he saved it onto a disk, and put the disk on the desk. He then turned of the computer, making the room pitch black, because that was the main source of light. I swivelled on the chair to face him in the same position he was while he was typing. I slowly got up, to find myself amazingly close to him. I saw the corner of his lips twitch up. He was smirking. The moon light was seeping into the room, and the breeze rolled in, making me slightly shiver with delight. I felt his breath against my lips, as he neared them. He slowly leaned his head to a side, and moved in until his lips met mine. ''It's a very nice atmosphere, isnt it?'' Paul whispered between kisses. ''Ahaa, and a very calm night.'' I whisperd back. As he was really getting into kissing me, I interrupted with a higher pitch, ''BUT, I have to get a move on. Remember we have school?'' But all Paul did, was start chuckling. ''Anita, we don't have school tomorrow. It's Sunday tomorrow, remember?'' ''Oh. I forgot.'' I felt myself blush. It was still dark, but I could see that Paul was still smirking. ''You can sleepover if you want.'' He whisperd seductivly, leaning in closer, pressing me against the desk. ''Um, but my parents don't know that I'm here. They'll be worried, Paul.'' ''Call them, and tell them your sleeping over.'' ''Fine. Whatever, but do you have a guest bed?'' ''What? Why would you want a guest bed when you could sleep with-'' ''Paul. I was only joking...Hhaha, two times I tricked you today.'' I said as I strode across the room and picked up my handbag which I had with me. It was lying on the bed, but It took me a while to find it in the dark. When I did find it, I took out my Motorola Razr, flipped it open, and dialed my house number. My mom picked up, so I answered with a Hey Mom! Then I told her I was sleeping over at my friends house. And to my surprise she was absolutly allright with it! I put my phone back, and as I turned around, Paul was standing behind me. He totally startled me, resulting in, ''Holy Shit! You freakin scared me!'' He let out a quiet, evil laugh. ''Heyy, quite it already with the evil laughs.'' I said playfully, as I fingerd his golden brown curls.

As I was about to be kissed..again, I saw a slight blue aura at the end of the room. Crap! A ghost. ''Paul...ghost trouble.'' I whisperd as I turned his head around. Expectangly, she appeared. Frankie. What now?

OOHHH! cliffie! what do u think she well tell them? Will she tell them about the annonymous secret? Will they help her? Read to find out in chappy 7, where Anita's drumming skills come in! yeyy! and ghost bustin in chaps 7 and 8!

Lovies,

The Angel Of Darkness...

(Im evil, and theres nothing you can do about it! HUh!)