Jamike: Infinity

5

(Chapter contains a lot of awkwardness and possible feels [but that's not very likely]. Also, all A/N's are in bold)

I was sitting down with Macey and Jeremy in front an old fireplace, which I had burned alight. The spirits were talking to each other at a table, who had told us that they had taken us to a basement of an abandoned house. It was where they had been "living in" since I freed them, and for now it was the only place that was safe. The spirit of Jamie sat alone on a couch at the other side of the basement. I sighed and said to Macey and Jeremy that I would be right back. They just nodded. Macey was the same as I was, distraught that our Dad was dead. Jeremy blamed himself for his death, saying that if he hadn't stopped Vincent, none of this would of happened. I told him not to think like that, but none of us could deny that we were all charged for manslaughter.

I sat on the couch next to Jamie on the couch. She noticed me and nodded sadly as a way of telling me this. We were both incredibly silent, the silence so thick you could slice it in half with a knife. I eventually decided to speak first, but Jamie already spoke before I could open my mouth.

"Why?" she asked. I looked at her confused, and she sighed the heaviest of sighs. "Why would you try to save me? I caused so much torment already with my death I... Mike, I worry for you."

"Yeah, I know," I said. "A lot of people have been worrying for me lately."

"Mike, I only met you at a restaurant. We were friends for a few days and then I... died. And I should have been gone then. But instead I found inside your... phone, I think it was. It was dark, cold, static filled my ears every second and I was alone. But yet I was able to communicate with you."

"Jamie, you kept me company everyday, for five whole months. I didn't even care if you were dead or not. You were one of people kept me sane from my nightmares of you. It was my fault that you died... and I want to help you."

"I just... I'm sorry about your Dad. He was anything but brave to sacrifice himself for you. Just... like you did for me..."

"I would do anything to try to save you Jamie, you know that right?"

"Yes... I know. Thank-you."

We were quiet. We moved a little closer. "Jamie... I- I kinda..."

But I didn't need to finish my sentence. We moved our lips closer... closer... almost touching... but then I felt nothing. There was nothing but thin air. She was intangible to me. I moved back and she did too.

"I'm sorry Mike, but... I don't know whether this will work..." she said quietly.

"Wha- what do you mean?" I asked.

"Just stop and think about for minute. Me, a spirit... I can't be in love you Mike. I want to... I swear I do... but I just don't think I can..." she said as she stood up. "I'm sorry..." she cried as she ran into a closet and locked it from the inside.

"Jamie..." I said, but I knew she was right. It was impossible. I knew it would never happen.

Forget it, I thought. Never wanted to have feelings for her anyway...

I walked pass Macey and Jeremy and started to walk up the stairs to the abandoned house.

"What are you doing?" the blue-eyed girl spirit asked. "You're a fugitive, remember?"

"Yeah, but I won't be going out of the house. And you said it's abandoned, so it seems pretty safe, right?" I said.

"Okay, but I'm joining you though," she said.

"Sure..." I sighed. We went up and I found myself in a living room. I sat on a couch and looked out a window. It was a beautiful day, but everything else about it wasn't. Jamie being kidnapped, finding out my uncle was a killer, seeing my Dad die before my eyes, running from police for being suspects for the death...