//fog\\

01:Lucas

LUCAS
There she sat, wrapped up in my old t-shirt, fog floating off her hot body. Now I know what you think I meant, but it's not what I meant.
She was dead. A ghost. I found her collapsed on the road, naked and barely breathing, probably overheated, so I brought her home and gave her a bath and lent her my shirt. She had just died and fallen down to earth. Her body was hot because she'd fallen from the sun to Texas. Not much temperature difference there, but you get my drift, right?
Well, here I was, right? I was sitting across from this dead girl who was sleeping in my shirt. And I had to admit she was kinda hot. Not just in the way where the thermometer breaks, but in the way where she was a naked girl, and I was a teenager. But her face was really cute too. she seemed like something I'd really want to protect.
And soon I was thinking about my last girlfriend. But you wouldn't care about that bitch, right? I mean, she wasn't a huge bitch, but she was off the charts. I'll save that for another time.
The reason I could tell she was a ghost is a little complicated, but I'll tell you. For a while now I've been able to see spirits. This usually happens to people who have insane, near-death experiences. I had one last year. It was pretty shitty.
New ghosts, I've noticed, emanate this weird fog or steam or something, like they've been in the sun all day. And some of them have. A few ghosts, I talked to them too, had been flung into the sun or some weird shit before they died. I'm glad it didn't happen to me, or it would've been a total-death experience instead of a near-death one...

After contemplating death for a while, I decided to leave the little dead girl alone for a while to steam herself off. I assumed she might stop after a while. While turning on the stove to cook some ramen, my phone started ringing in my back pocket. I picked it up and accepted the call without checking who it was from.
"Hello? This is Lucas," I answered, by default.
"Yo, my girl! How are you this lovely day?" It was Chris. Also known as the obnoxious one out of my friends. "I wanna go over to your house."
"I'm a little preoccupied." Yeah, preoccupied with a ghost in my living room.
"As in you're having sex right now preoccupied, in which I would totally respect you, or as in you're being sad and queer alone on your couch, eating potato chips and crying over the movie Bambi?"
"Neither one, asshole. There's a dead girl in my living room and I'm not in the mood for you to be bothering me right now."
"LUCAS, WHAT THE FUCK?" He screeched into the speaker, "I'M COMING RIGHT OVER THERE, YOU SICK FUCK! OH MY GOD LUCAS, YOU MIGHT GET ARRESTED! WHY ARE YOU SIGHING?!"
"I love you, Chris." After those words, I hung up.
I guess he forgot I could see ghosts. I didn't mean that kind of dead girl.
But Chris was kind of cute when he worried about me, in any case. I hadn't seen him in a while, so maybe I could sneak something out of him. It's called friends with benefits for a reason, and I hadn't gotten any benefits lately.