𖤐₊ ˚ .༄𖤐₊ ˚ .༄ ↯ chapter three ― act one ! ( did you like the view )
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MORAL OF THE STORY: DON'T GO FLIPPING OFF OF THE ORPHEUM— especially when there's another ghost that just so happens to be walking in the very place that should have been your landing spot. Either way, the feeling of falling on a person seemed odd by any means. Sure Theo had his fair share of stage dives once in a while, not to mention jumping on Hunter's back every now and then too. But you pick up on a lot of things when you die, and touching someone is the hardest thing to c0me by.
He learned this as soon as he died. Theo tried to punch a random stranger in the gut (all for jokes) but once he realized that his whole arm passed through the stranger's stomach —well, let's just say that was a hard lesson learned. You can't exactly throw up in the afterlife, but it didn't stop Theo from giving an exaggerated performance of what it would look like if he was throwing up.
Hey, life is all about learning lessons. And he learned the most important one of all. Had it not been for his first attempt at punching that random stranger, he would have never learned how to muster all his energy and basically poof himself back into existence in the mortal world. In other words, the whole barf exaggeration taught Theo two things. 1) he would be an amazing actor and 2) scaring old people always puts a smile on your face.
"Did I just fall on someone?" Theo asked out loud, scrunching his face up in confusion as he dug his elbow deeper into the squishy thing that he was currently on top of.
Okay, so maybe he had a very close hunch that there was currently someone underneath him, but Theo always had to act like a dick every now and then. He can't bother the old generation all the time. Heaven forbid he scare an old lady and she died right on the spot from seeing a ghost. Theo could only assume that either he had summoned some energy to fall on some poor pedestrian or—
"—OW! Geez, do you sharpen your elbow or something?" The same voice snapped in annoyance.
Yeah, the answer seemed crystal clear.
"I guess that answers my question," Theo muttered under his breath as a coy smirk crossed his lips.
Staggering up from the ground (well, not really the ground —more like the person who cushioned his fall) Theo brushed off the dirt of his clothes before looking back at the person who had basically broke his fall. Lying on the ground with a hand on his chest and a grimace on his face had to be the most hottest guy in the world that Theo had gazed down up —minus Hunter, of course.
Locks of the softest blonde colour fell upon his face, his pale blue eyes showed nothing but some sort of pain and annoyance as he clutched his chest. He wore a pale pink shirt, some sort of baggy pants that Theo could have sworn he saw in some sort of 80's movie and —was that a fanny pack around his torso?— amidst the questionable choice of wearing a fanny pack (it's 2020, what the fuck do you need a fanny pack for?) he had some damn good style. In other words, this guy was hot. Not like Hayden Christensen, Anakin Skywalker hot, but almost a close second.
