mirror :: malum

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"you shot your- you shot your best friend?" michael questioned already, his body shooting up from the bed as soon as he woke up from the dream. his room was pitch black except for a slight illumination of his clock that showed the time 3:56, the light only slightly giving the room a faint glow.

he heard a sigh from the corner and then, calum slowly walked from the shadows. he made his way to michaels bed, slowly, almost seeming embarrassed.

his movements were soft, like he wasn't purposely trying to scare michael like he always seemed to do. they were almost like he was defeated, tired.

"he was going to expose me i- i didn't know what else to do." calum's eyes averted down as he sat on the edge of the bed, playing with his fingers. "he was my best friend, man, my best fucking friend." the ghost put his head in his hands, crossing his legs. "he hasn't spoke to me since. i've tried, all these years i've tried, but he doesn't forgive me and never will."

michael found his hand on the other boys back, gently rubbing the cold material on his clothes. he scooted closer and before he could think or react, a pair of soft yet icy cold lips were pressed against his own.

it scared him at first but he didn't want to pull away. their lips moved against each other's, in sync as if they were meant to be there all along. the kiss was cut short, however, when calum pulled away, pressing his forehand against michaels.

michael didn't mind the cold anymore.

"i'm sorry i- i'm sorry." calum sighed, his eyes closed. he ran his fingers through his fluffy hair.

after a few seconds, calum felt michael hook his index finger under his chin and press his lips against his again.

the kiss was a mixture of hot and cold lips, creating a confusing yet hot warm feeling. small wet tears fell from calum's eyes and into their mouths but they didn't mind, too focused on each other. michael felt like his heart was exploding out of his chest.

it was so, so wrong.

they fell back on the comfort of the bed, michaels hands cupping the crying boys cheeks gently as their lips danced together, fireworks seemingly setting off in both their heads.

it was strange, kissing a ghost. it felt like a human, kissed like a human, but with the added knowledge that it was not, and he was in fact kissing a ghost, or a soul. kissing a dead man.

"don't leave me." michael whispered against his lips, before pulling away and looking into calum's eyes. he had no idea why he said this, or what he meant, but it felt right at the time. he didn't want to be alone that night.

and, just as michael requested, the two laid there for the rest of the night, occasionally sharing a few kisses but both boys not speaking a word. it felt better that way.

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"you kissed him?" ashton almost yelled, shaking his head at the new knowledge with a soft huff. he was sure michael was crazy at this point. he surely hadn't kissed a ghost, there was no way. even if ghosts were real (which they were not), kissing a ghost just seemed impossible, with the fact that they are, you know, dead. a soul floating around for whatever reason. there was no way that was a thing they could do.

"keep it down." michael slapped his hand over ashtons mouth, his cheeks bright red and burning. it was embarrassing for him, admitting he had kissed a ghost, especially to someone who didn't believe in such things. it made him seem insane. maybe he was.

"get some mikey." luke slapped michaels arm with a whoop, laughing as the other man rubbed the skin with a pout. "but what was it like? i mean you have to be the only person in the world to have kissed a ghost, a murderous ghost no less."

"it was like-" he paused and thought. "it was like kissing ice but if ice was also a cloud." michael found himself smiling which made him blush more and drop the smile. he was the worlds dumbest person ever.

why was he feeling like that.

ashton rolled his eyes. "dude, i don't know what the fuck you kissed but it wasn't a ghost." he shrugged with an eye roll causing luke to slap his arm.

"stop being jealous, ashton, just because you're not getting any from a hot ghost."

"shut up, luke." ashton jumped up, his chair scraping against the floor loudly and falling back onto the floor. people started to turn after hearing the loud bang to look at the group. "this is weird and i won't be apart of it. i don't know what the fuck is wrong with you, mike, but this- weird." and then he stormed off.

michael sat there, embarrassed with a bright red face. he knew he was right. it was weird, but he knew what he was seeing was in fact a ghost. he wasn't delusional, he wasn't seeing things.

-

the rest of the day was boring. ashton was avoiding him and luke didn't know who to talk to. he was alone pretty much for the rest of the day. luke had always preferred ashton, anyway, he knew that. they were friends before michael and will be friends after.

he threw his bag on the floor and jumped on his bed face down, pillow in face.

"you okay?" a voice said from behind him causing him the jump. calum's cold hand fell to the others back like a feather, gliding around to rub his back, sighing. "want to talk about it?"

kind calum felt weird. he was so used to overly scary calum or killer calum that this felt strange to witness, almost unreal. it didn't feel right, it felt like an act, almost.

"this is weird, right?"

"what is?"

"you, me. us? this whole thing."

it went silent for a second. calum wanted to say something, but he truly didn't know what to say.

"it is weird." calum agreed, finally saying to break the silence after a painful few second, his hand stopping but still resting on his back. calum had never felt like that for someone, even when he was alive. he wasn't really the dating and romantic type. michael just seemed so sweet, seemed nice, seemed caring and he adored that, but he didn't deserve him, truly. he didn't deserve anyone.

silence once again.

"please just leave." michael mumbled into the pillow and then suddenly the cold hand was removed from his back as quickly as it had gotten there.

he really had no idea what to do about the whole situation. it was messy and confusing. there was no rationalising it, but at least noah was the last victim.

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SHORT SHORT chapter, sos. kinda a filler kinda not??? see i'm flitting between two endings. i could either go predictable or tragic and idk. guess we shall see.