Smiling Ghosts

7

A/n this chapter takes place in the past! And early chapters!

(~~)Dream(~~)

I sighed as the night drowned out the morning light. I huffed and opened the door of the diner of the Victorian house. Everyone hated it, but yet we all still went.

I walked in and saw the locals. The barista with long curly hair was nicknamed Puffy. I went to the bar and ordered my usual. Vodka with grape juice.

Callahan arrived next to me, patting my back as a greeting. He's mute. He can't talk. He was ridiculed for it, and I set my heart out to him. I felt bad.

I don't know why I ordered this combo, but I liked it. It was an accident when Skeppy accidentally poured grape juice in my vodka once and didn't tell me. So it's just been a thing I guess.

The night carried on as usual, nothing really happening. Sapnap arrived next, "I heard someone new moved in. How's that going for you?"

I shrugged, "He freaked out when he saw me for the first time... so not very well." My best friend merely shrugged, "I don't think he'll last too long."

All the sudden, everyone started whispering about. Gossip bleed into the hot air like poison. I stood up and saw the same black haired man. He was wearing typical modern clothes, but something seemed different about him.

Noticing he had ran into Schlatt and Minx. I decided to take him for a dance. He walked over to the bar, and placed himself on a bar stool next to Callahan and Sapnap. I tapped him lightly on the shoulder.

He turned to me, his eyes widen as he drank my presence in.

You're- you're the guy that I saw earlier!"

With my hair slicked back in a greaser style, I sported a green leather jacket, a white under shirt, leather bottoms, and black shoes. On my signature coat, it read, feral boys. I nodded, "Hello George Davidson."

I took his hand and led him to the dance floor. I spun him in a circle, then we went into a springy step dance. Showing off, I began to dance. I took control, sensing that he didn't know what we were even doing. The way we moved in sync was mind blowing. I whispered to him, "You're not supposed to be in the basement after 5 pm George. You're a rule breaker."

He huffed, "Shut up. I was literally just trying to clean. You're all trespassing technically."

One of my annoying wheezes escaped my lips, "You can't kick ghosts out."

"Ghosts don't dance! They- They don't play pool! Neither do they wear leather and kick back near the jukebox!"

I smirked and spun George once again, "George, this isn't a normal place."

He rolled my eyes and scoffed, "No kidding you idiot."

Once the song ended, I dipped him.  "I'm more of a modern guy. These idiots.. well they're stuck in their own time. They refuse to adapt. We're all dead."

"How did you die?"

"George! You can't just ask a ghost how they died!"

Before I could stop myself, my lips landed on his. A bell chimed. The lively atmosphere faded. The people left, and so did I. As we faded, I gave George a lively smile.

"See you soon Davidson."

[[Bet you didn't expect a chapter in Dream's POV ;)