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Paul was Jesse..
So...who was Jesse?

My brain hurts.

Apparently, Jesse was still Jesse since he appeared about a minute later.

"Gosh, de Silva. Do you have to ruin everything?"

"I thought I told you to stay away from her."

Paul-Jesse smirked, "Sorry. Old habits, die hard."

Jesse's old habits die hard to, since the next sound I heard was well, Paul's nose. "Come on, querida."

"Whoa, slow down, cowboy. How do I know it's you?"

He just stared at me, he took a deep breath, "Where do you want me to start at?"

I smiled, "I'll ask you a few questions. What's my favorite color?"

"Pink." He said.

"Ok. What's my favorite movie?"

"Pirates of the Caribbean."

Ooo. He's good. "When's my birthday?"

"June 20th. Now can we go?"

I let him pull me along. I opened my mouth, but he said, " Since you were 2." He smirked down at me.

Like he had read my mind."How did you-" Only one person could do that.

He just smiled at me. I smiled back and said, "It is you."

He laughed and said, "Glad to have your approval." He looked down at me, "Did he hurt you?" I looked into his dark eyes and said, "I guess not."

Jesse pulled me into his arms, "I'm sorry."

"It wasn't your fault." He kissed the top of my head. "Jesse-"

"Hmm?"

"If you're this world's Jesse, then where is that Jesse?"

It took him a minute to figure out what I had said then he smiled and said, "I took care of him."

"You didn't kill him did you?"

"Querida, if I killed him...him being a part of my soul, I'd be a bit dead now, now wouldn't I?" I just smiled up at him.

"So where am I?"

Jesse looked down at me. Something in his face changed when I asked that. "You don't need to worry about that, Susannah."

"Jesse-"

"Querida." He said, not looking at me. I might have been seeing things, but it looked like a tear rolled down Jesse's cheek.

I decided not to ask anymore questions. I was quiet all the way back to my house.

"Are you sure-"

"Jesse, I'm fine. I swear."

"Don't swear." He said, following me up to the door.

"You swear in Spanish all the time."

He smiled, " That's different."

"How?"

"Shut up, Susannah."

"How?"

"Because I'm older."

I laughed, "Four years, de Silva."

He smiled down at me, "Well, considering that I'm not from this world, I'm actually a lot older than you." He said as he leaned down and kissed me.

"So." I said, breaking apart from him just a little. "I'm sitting her making out with a forty year old?"

He smiled and kissed me again, "Basically." I couldn't help but laugh.

And cue the flickering porch light.

"ANDY!!" I yelled. Jesse laughed, but the just stared at me. I looked at him, "Jesse, I swe- promise that I'd tell you if I wasn't ok. This may be weird, but I'm Susannah Simon. When has my life been normal?"

He laughed and kissed me one last time. "I love you, Susannah."

"I love you too, Jesse. And Andy, I AM COMING!!"

Andy pulled back the curtain and glared at me.

"I'm coming!" I said again.

He looked at Jesse, then closed the curtain.

"See you tommorrow?" He asked.

I kissed him again, "Duh." He laughed.

I finally had to pull back and go inside. I walked up the stairs and laid down on my bed.

"Hey, Monkey Butt!"

I groaned and looked in my doorway.

"What do you want, Scum Bag?" I asked Dopey.

He just walked on in. "What's with you? Why's your face red?"

"What do you want?"

"Nothing."

"Brad!"

"Fine. Do you think Kelly likes me."

I stared at him."Excuse me?"

"Do you think Kelly likes me? I mean, she seems to like that Paul guy a lot."

For the first time, Brad was actually showing human emotions. "She may like Paul, but he doesn't like her." I said, tired.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive."

He smiled and said, "Thanks, Suze."

He ran out of the room.

Oookkkaayy.

I sighed and stared at the ceiling. Then, a familiar sparkle appeared beside me.

"Can I help you?"

The girl looked shocked, "Um, you can see-"

I sat up and said, "Yeah, I can see you. Yes, I am the Mediator, and I may be able to help you. Notice I said, MAY. Now, let me ask you a question...have you or are you currently in love with a human-slash-mediator?"

"Um,...no."

I smiled, "Then we're all good. What can I do for you?"

"I'm not suppossed to be dead."

I sighed, "Look, I know-"

"I'm not dead."

"Listen-"

"NO! I'm not dead. I'm dying." She started crying. "My boyfriend is blaming himself."

"Who's your boyfriend?"

"Paul Slater."

Sucky chapter, I know. But I had a piano recital and had to write it fast.

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-SASTMJ