The Ghost of Foxfield

Chapter 2: A Meaningful Conversation

Whats this? An update? In my fanfic? Its more likely than you think.
Sorry updates have been...uh...inconsistent. I'm not good with keeping on task.
Also looking back, I could have really done more with this fanfic, so expect possible edits or chapter rewrites. Also no clue why I chose Chris as the main character but you know what, sure, who knows maybe I will give him a ☆personality☆ .

So, yeah sorry about nonexistent updates and enjoy the chapter. ~Echo☆

Charlie stopped dead in his tracks, trying to comprehend what was happening. There was a boy, who looks a little younger than Chris, upside down with his head through ceiling. Needless to say, he was excited, and curious about this guy.

So obviously the logical reaction was to fucking scream.

The upside down man flinched back a bit before smirking triumphantly like the smug kid had just won.

Obviously instead of asking any questions Charlie floats back down to Chris who has been getting weird stares after the sudden scream scared the living shit out of him. Whatever, not Charlie's problem.

"Chris! Look! Look!"

Chris ignored him.

"Chris! Look!"

Still he stared ahead.

"Chris!"

He turned into a bathroom and closed the door before finally looking at Charlie.

"What!" He yelled in exasperation "What do you want from me?!" Wow, rude, this really guy has some issues.

"No need to yell at me" Charlie stated, rolling his eyes. Chris looked like he wanted to die and was constipated at the same time. Gross.

"Just tell me what you want" Chris begged.

Suddenly reminded of the task at hand Charlie began his rant.

"So I was floating down the hallway right? And I got bored because you weren't paying attention to me like a good big brother would, so I went up to the ceiling to get a better look around. Then suddenly this guy come through the ceiling and he was upside down and see through. But when I tried to show you you came in here instead and didn't look and now he's probably gone and its all you're fault!"

Charlie finished off with a little pout in the off chance Chris would actually feel sorry for what he has done. Chris looked at him like he was insane which was great coming from the guy who talks to a ghost.

"Oh god," he started, putting his head in his hands. "Now the you have also gone insane, or are trying to drive me insane"

Charlie let out an offended squawk how dare Chris not believe him. "How dare you not believe me" he stated "how is it so hard to believe that there maybe more of me"

"For one" Chris starts "that sounds like an absolute nightmare." Rude. "And two, you are only here because of overwrite, you are barely even an actual ghost, and also you will take and opportunity to make my life a living hell that you can, so for all I know you are probably just making this up for attention."

Charlie tried to come up with any thing to combat his reasoning but couldn't find anything.

Chris sighed "I'm going to head to lunch, I'm  probably going to sit alone, and I'm not going to talk to you during any of my last classes. Then by the time the school day ends there will be no sign of any sort of ghosts or phantoms or anything. Alright."

"You're not the boss of me" Charlie grumbled.

"Never said I was" and with that Chris left the school bathroom never noticing the curious blonde ghost in the corner stall.