The Freewheelin' [𝑩𝒐𝒃 𝑫𝒚𝒍𝒂𝒏]

Chapter 5: some beetlejuice tim burton sh*t

A string of curse words fell from her pursed lips, speed walking to her next class, feeling almost..stupid, for just leaving like that, not questioning anything more, and then agreeing to coming back! Surely she wasn't going back...

Lesley sat her bag down next to her, not talking to anyone while she sat in one of  the many cheap plastic chair that each student had to sit.

"Woah, you good Webb?" A few kids snickered as she quickly plopped down just before the loud bell rang through the building.

Lesley pushed it off, ignoring the bunch in front of her. Her mind kept wondering back to the bathroom, back to Bob- what is she to do about this? Could others see him as well?

She retained nothing that came from the teachers mouth, just anxiously waiting for the last bell of the day....

Finally! The bell rang out, kids rushed up, the usual as kids do..while Lesley rushed to the bathroom to once again meet with the man? Not even herself being real sure why she didn't just leave, take the bus home, talk to her family about how their days were over unionizing dinner time...

"Hello?" She checked if anyone else was in the confined space before leaning back against the cold tiled wall that ran along a closed off stall to the two bowled sink. Sighing, she closed her eyes and tilt her head back just before dropping her head in front of her, feeling ill, defeated, and deathly tired, all waiting for the man of the hour to make an appearance once again.

Time was passing, minutes had gone by and Lesley was losing the little hope she had about the whole thing being real. She swears it was real...the touch felt real, his sculpted face looked as real as can be-

Just as she was getting ready to leave she heard footsteps, like the ones from before, slowly looking up to see who she had been waiting for.

"Sorry I'm late, I got uh, caught up in something-" he spoke with a slight giggle, mimicking a joint between his thumb and index finger.

"What are you?" She asked bluntly, arms crossed, fingers tapping.

"What am I? Well, what are you? I could go around and ask you the same questions-"

Lesleys face stayed straight and hard, almost as if her face was filled with concrete. It was clear she wasn't in the mood for the smart ass remarks he was giving out, and Bob could sense that, quickly adding on,
"I'm a human, person, man, flesh, bones, homosapien-"

"No you're not."

"Ouch-"

Lesley rolled her eyes,
"How can you be? Where have you been? How do you know me?"

"That's pretty heavy to throw on me, isn't it? How about we get into that another time, for now let's just enjoy life for the time being. Maybe go frolic through some flowers, fuck in the mud, take some acid-"

Lesley scrunched her face up, shooting her open palm up stopping him from continuing.

"Can you at least answer one question?"

"Go ahead."

"Can people see you? Other than me?"

Bob sighed slightly and shrugged,
"Nope, just you darling."

She nodded slowly and dropped her arms to her side, not knowing what to say or do, silence falling over them for a couple minutes that felt like hours.

"Come, let's walk home, we can get to know each other."

Lesley, being too tired to fight whatever the hell was happening, just pushed herself off the wall and began to walk out of the bathroom, Bob following right next to her.

'Could he be a ghost of some sort? No- ghosts aren't real. This isn't some beetlejuice Tim Burton shit- But then again, this is happening...how the hell would I explain this?'

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Hi everyone! I would love to thank those of you for all the love and support on this book! I took a break for a while, but now I hope to start it up again:)<3