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It has been a month since the day Casper sat down next to me on his bench.

One month of two boys spending every morning on a lonely park seat, taking of absolutely nothing and yet than again, everything.

One month of it simply being Casper and I, me and Casper.

It's been one month of simply us, and all I can think about is maybe the fact that someday that us, could be turned into them.

"Have you ever been to the park at night?" Caspers voice is like a lullaby winding it's way through this noisy world as he pulls me from my trace.

Yes.

"No."

I had, in fact been to the park once at night, that one evening when I had first seen Casper. Though I don't exactly think he knows I was there that night, and that I have basically been stalking him since, and I don't really want him to know that. No need to make myself look like a creep.

So instead I frown and say no.

"Would you like to go?" I had no idea ghosts could blush, until I saw the pale tint of pink curling it's way up Caspers cheeks. I breakout into a toothy grin.

"Sure. Can we meet up tomorrow night?" 

To be honest, I had never quite liked the dark, with its looming shadows, musty gloom, and of course, the possibility that something with teeth could jump out of a black ally and swallow me whole. But if Casper wanted to go to the park at night, than I would go.

"Perfect, it's a date! Ill see you there." And with that, Casper hopped down from the bench, giving me one last beaming smile, before making his way out of the park. For a second, I sit there, empty of words, and replaying the last thing Casper said, over and over again.

It's a date.

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