His Old Friend..

Part Three

Ink's POV
Class was finally over.

For it to be a class that we 'should feel lucky to be in', it's boring. So I was happy to be able to go home.

I walked down the sidewalk towards my house, sighing quietly. I had so much homework, but I wasn't gonna do it. I'd probably go to bed, or talk to Error if he was there. Would it be weird for him to be in my house? Nah. Nevermind, he's a ghost, there's nothing weird about it.

I heard another quiet sigh and looked to my side, seeing no one. I looked on my other side. No one. I looked behind me. No one. Who just sighed then? There's no one here.

"Up here, you idiot."

Oh.

I look up at Error and giggle "Sorry, bud. Forgot I could hear you, honestly-" I explained with another giggle. He went quiet for a moment, looking in front of him. "You don't seem to remember things well." Well then. Was my memory really that bad and obvious? I gave a nervous chuckle "Haha, yeahhh- it's horrible-" I said, looking in front of me as well. I was glad we were getting along, especially if I was the only one that could see and hear him.

There was a long, bitter silence. I couldn't tell if it was a truly bitter and awkward silence, or a comfortable one. I think I was comfortable. Him on the other hand, seemed more awkward and unsure. He looked to the side, mumbling something. "What?" I asked, letting him know I didn't hear him "I said thanks for the whole thing with my brothers" he repeated, crossing his arms. I smiled "You're welcome. It's the least I can do. I hope your mother enjoys the news as much as they did" Another silence.

"My mother didn't like me as much as she liked my brothers" Error admitted, looking down. I could tell he was trying to avoid eye contact, but I didn't mind. I understood why "A mother isn't supposed to play favorites" he sighed "Yeah, well she did. And I wasn't one of them. I was too rough and rude for her liking. Too much of a 'delinquent' as she called me" I listened, my smile fading. His mother not liking him must have upset him. I mean, imagine knowing that your mother doesn't like you. It's gotta be hard. And from what I could tell, Error was not a delinquent in anyway. Everyone makes mistakes, but he was not a delinquent "You're not a delinquent, Error. Whatever bad things she says about you, she's wrong" I said, looking up at him. He was blushing a soft yellow. Must've been from embarrassment "I.." he sighed once more, smiling at me "Thank you, Ink..I'm glad we met. I can have someone to confide in now, instead of myself, of course"

I smiled gently "Of course! I'll always be here to help! Even if I'm the only one who can see and hear you, I'm always gonna be your friend and help you through this stuff!" I told him happily, striking a small pose. He chuckled, it was good to see him happy. Seeing him happy made me happy. It made me feel light and bubbly inside, like I never have. And I'm glad I got to experience the feeling, even if it was with a ghost. I was glad I got to experience it with Error. A person who was misunderstood, taken for granted, and gone because no one bothered to try with him.

But I was gonna fix that.

I was gonna try with him.

Not take him for granted.

Make him feel worthy and understood.

He would feel happy to be where he is. To be who he is.

I would UNDERSTAND