It was Supposed to be Us

Eleven

POV-T.K.

Carlos and I put away the movie and straightened up the couch before heading up to bed. Carlos wanted to make sure the boys didn't do anything in the kitchen, even though he highly doubted they did. So I went upstairs first and heard some very unpleasant sounds coming from the guest bedroom. And no, they weren't your typical ghost wind or whatever, they were sounds you'd expect from a porno DVD. With that being said, I quickly went to my room, which shared a wall with the guest bedroom, and grew even more incomfortable as the sound was now louder.

"I'm not the only who hears this, right?" Carlos asked as he stepped into the room.

"I would go tell them to stop, but that's too awkward," I looked at him nervously and scared at the same time.

Carlos shook his head with the same look on his face. "I'm not telling them to stop."

"Someone has to."

"Last time we saw them, we couldn't see them."

"What?"

"They were invisable when they came up here."

"So? We can only hear them when they're visable."

Carlos and I both covered our ears when we could very clearly hear one of them start talking. I looked at Carlos with more panick in my eyes than anything else and he returned the same look.

"I'm going to bring them an air matress and set new rules," Carlos said to me as he went in the closet to get the air matress we were given for Christmas. My dad wants us to go camping because that's how he relieved stress. "And you're coming with me."

'Like Hell," I protested. "I'm not walking in on them like Reggie did on us."

"Reggie didn't techinically walk in us," Carlos turned to me with the matress box is his hand.

Just then one of the boys started talking again. I agreed to go with Carlos because I just wanted it to stop. It's the weirdest and probably grossest thing when you just meet two people and now they're having sex in your house and they've never met either of us in their life. And now in their afterlife they think it's ok. It's not. It's disturbing. And gross. And weird.

I got up and followed Carlos to the guest bedroom. He knocked on the door and the house quickly fell silent. We didn't hear anything. No movement. No words. Nothing. So Carlos knocked again.

"Boys," He called through the door.

No reply.

Carlos knocked again and finally got a reply.

"What?" one of the boys called through the door. I don't know them well enough to know which one was talking. Although I noticed Luke had a very slight accent when he spoke. It was just hard to hear them through the door.

"Can we come in?" Carlos asked.

"Sure," one of the two of them said.

Carlos paused a moment before opening the door. The bed was destroyed. Their activites were clear. Luke was sitting on the bed, fully dressed, surprisingly. But I couldn't see Reggie anywhere in the room.

"You guys are very. . ." Carlos paused, looking for the right word to use. "Vocal."

'What do you mean?" Luke asked, looking confused.

"T.K?" Carlos turned to me. I sighed.

"We heard pretty much everything you've done in the past five minutes."

"You could hear us?" Luke asked, amazed.

Carlos and I nodded.

"That's why we're giving you new rules," I told them.