A/N: Okay, I got so many reviews on the first section of this, that I finally got my butt in gear and wrote a second chapter!

Go me! Woo hoo!

Or…not.

Anyway…here is another chapter. I've decided that this is set after Darkest Hour, maybe sometime in Haunted. I don't really know, just try and roll with it, okay?

And it's very Romeo and Juliet, with out the dying bits. Well, except that it wouldn't really matter for a mediator, now would it?

So no death, possibly.

And it doesn't really follow Romeo and Juliet, does it? But that's okay. And I'll stop rambling now.

Chapter Two

Just as I was really starting to think that Willy Shakespeare was an amazingly cool person, Jesse stopped running his hand along the waistline of my jeans and pulled back.

I almost grabbed his head and dragged him back down, but caught myself at the last minute.

Nice Suze. Really.

But he wouldn't mind that much, would he?

To kiss or not to kiss. That is the question.

Hey! I feel smart…

"And of course, after Romeo and Juliet kiss, the story continues," he said, ignoring what had just happened.

Well does the story continue with a torrid affair? That would be okay by me. He handed me the book.

He was serious? Oookkkaaayyy…this guy gets more jazzed over Willy's book than the prospect of having my tongue in his mouth.

Graphic much Suze?

Still, I knew for a fact that he was straight, otherwise…I would have wondered.

I mean, not that I'm a beauty queen or anything, but you know. He is a guy. They get excited over stuff like that.

Unless they're Jesse. Just my luck. The hottest guy on the planet is the most decent.

"Then have my lips the sin that they have took."

Ohh! Hey, this has a translator part! This could be much better…

Jesse took back the book and I noticed that he was shaking a little bit. I scared him that much?

I'm a girl. Not a…ghost.

Boo!

Shouldn't he scare me? Although if I ever saw Jesse run around in a white sheet, I would freak out. And wonder if ghosts could like, take drugs. Not that he'd do that, but maybe by accident or something…

Nah. Not Jesse.

Back on topic. But it's so hard for me to focus when he's around. My heart does the little flippy thing and especially after he's been kissing me…

"Sin from my lips?" He turned red, how cute! "O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again."

Gladly…but he didn't try to kiss me this time.

So I leaned over and when I was just a few inches from his lips, I kissed his cheek.

Take that.

He turned even redder.

This was so much fun…

"You kiss by the book." According to the translator (why hadn't I found it earlier?) it meant: You kiss in a very proper way!

Yes, including the exclamation point.

Well he wasn't really proper. Not once you got him going anyway…And he doesn't kiss by the book. At least, "not any book I've ever read."

He looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

I said that out loud? Oh, bad Suze. Very bad Suze.

"You know what Susannah?"

Jesse stood up and smiled warily at me.

I think we've had enough Shakespeare for one day.

"What about Gone With the Wind? You could help me translate that. You can play the role of Rhett…" he dematerialized.

Damn. Not that I actually had to read that. But I'm pretty sure my mom has a copy. And I've read it. Well, saw the movie. I mean, I think everyone I know has seen the movie or read the book.

So now it was back to the tragedy of my love life. Or lack thereof. Well, more or less. I mean, I got him to kiss me again…that had to count for something. Ever since that day in the grave yard…he hasn't been ignoring me, per say. Not even avoiding me. Just treating me like a little sister.

It sucks. And I've just about had enough.

Ixnay on that thought. I've had more than enough. And I'm starting to get peeved. Until today, he hadn't so much as attempted to even touch me.

What, did I have leprosy or something?

Not that I knew of.

So what was the big deal? I mean, he didn't love me. But he sure seemed to like kissing me. On the odd occasion that he did. He seemed to like it a whole lot. He was just too much of a gentleman to do anything. Even kiss. He seemed to think it was disrespectful and invasive.

But if I didn't care, was it still invasive?

I wasn't supposed to fall in love with a ghost. My first qualification should be breathes, or : has a pulse.

Damn those hormones.

Still, he was like, off limits. And I had been told that way too many times by Father D and Paul.

Surprise there.

He wasn't convinced that we didn't have a chance.

Paul, not Father D.

Eww…

But I wasn't going to even go there. He was even more off limits than ghosts. Paul, was an asshole.

So I had one guy that was after me, that I didn't want anything to do with. And one guy that I wanted that wouldn't let me get near him, but I'm pretty sure wanted something to do with me.

You can not kiss someone like that and not want anything to do with them. Unless, of course, you are Paul Slater. Apparently then you can do that all you want.

I could totally relate to Juliet. I mean, she was so in love with this guy that was wrong for her in so many ways…and yet she loved him so much. And the guy she should be with, she wants nothing to do with.

Freaky, isn't it? I just hope I don't end up dead. Please God, that would complicate things so much more.

I think.

A/N: So what'd you think? Please review! It will be much appreciated. :)