Les Fantômes
Michael should be use to it by now. 17 years - nearly 18 - but every day he wakes up hoping that it was all a nightmare. But it's not. This is his life. But he still couldn't wrap his mind around it.
Everyone thought he was a freak because of his gift, constantly moving from city to city because his parents were embarrassed by him.
He groaned as he heard a high pitched giggle booming around the room.
"Shut up Ashton" he had nearly cried.
"You're no fun" the boy pouted. "C'mon Mikey! Its your first day of school!"
"Ew" Michel grunted. "Please don't let me go Ashton. Please?"
"If you don't go your parents will.." The once happy and bouncy person's voice softened.
"Right" Michael sighed. He lazily threw the cover off himself and got out of Hus bed with a yawn and stretch. He walked right through his best friend with a shiver and went to his dresser.
"Stop doing that" the boy giggled. "I'm ticklish"
Michael ignored the dirty blond boy and went straight into the bathroom with his change of clothes.
"No peeking" he yelled over his shoulder, shutting the door.
The boy only giggled and floated straight through the bathroom door and closed his eyes as he sat on the counter, swinging his legs back and forth with a giggle.
"How did you sleep?" The boy leaned against the wall, only for his upper body to pass through the wall and into the next room.
Michael put on his uniform navy blue pants and dress shirt with a sweater vest, touching up his green hair.
"I don't understand why you always ask me this question when you literally float above me just starring until 6 in the morning" Michael rolled his eyes as he finished with his tie.
The boy pulled his body from the wall and let out a soft giggle.
"Whatever" the green headed boy sighed. "Let's go" he stepped out of his bathroom and grabbed his bag, throwing it over his shoulder and practically tumbled down the stairs (making the floating figure giggle).
"Morning" Michael mumbled, only to receive a nod from his mom - not even looking at him - and a "I'm going to take a sip from my coffee so I don't reply to you" from his dad.
Well at least he was being acknowledged today.
"I'm going to school" he sighed, receiving no replies from either parents.
"I'll see you there" he whispered to the floating figure, only to receive a bright smile and a nod.
And then the boy dissapeared into thin air, and Michael sometimes wished he himself was a ghost. Instead, he used his two own feet and rustled for the keys in his pocket and unlocked his 2012 jeep wrangler. He opened the door and slipped into the car, hooking up his phone to the aux and started blasting sleeping with sirens.
After 10 minutes of head banging to the music playing - not particularly his best idea - he turned off his music once he saw his school in vision range. He got his car into a parking space and took his phone and keys from where they were and locked the car.
"Heya" a voice said from behind him. Even though he spent 18 years around these figures, he still couldn't help but be frightened at the sudden pop ups.
"Oh hey Daniel" he clutched his chest. "Nearly gave me a heart attack again."
The boy giggled and went from floating on his stomach to his back with his head hanging.
"Amanda left this morning" he smiled sadly.
"Oh" I looked down at my feet and back up at him. Amanda was (apparently) Daniel's little sister. She stayed on earth to find out the reason she died.
"She died from a car crash" he laughed bitterly. "I mean I knew why I died. I guess we both died, together. I wish I knew it." Silence lingered for a little and he began to speak again. "She said that once she found out why she died she felt. Michael -" he looked at him scared. "- she felt. She told me she felt the walls graze against her fingers - she felt the walls Michael. And I know why I'm here Michael" he smiled sadly. No longer was he floating but standing in front of the boy. "I was here to look over my sister Michael. She told me it took two hours Michael. Michael she told me on her last moments why she had died. Michael. I'm leaving."
And then Michael didn't feel shivers down his spine. He felt an actual hand graze on his clothed shoulder. The ghost smiled sadly at him. His hand traveled from the boys shoulder to his cheek. His cheek that were filled with tears. Because no matter how many times this has happened to him, to his friends, he wasn't aloud to search them up online, he wasn't aloud to tell them how they'll know when they leave and how long it would take. He did that once. He never did it again ever.
"Michael, thank you for the fun couple of months of knowing you." His knuckles grazed against his ckeek. "Your skin is soft. I always thought it would be." He laughed softly. "I'm glad I got to know you Michael."
Thought his blurry vision, Michael saw that even though he felt Daniels touch, he was becoming more and more transparent.
"Tell Ashton I said hi" and he was gone.
He stood still beside his car with stained tears against his pale complexion, Daniel's touch still lingering against his cheek. After a few minutes, he shakenly took a breathe and let it out. He whipped away the stained tears and sniffled.
"Is it true?" A voice asked from behind me.
I turned around and saw Ashton, Taylor and Greg starring wide eyed.
"I'm not aloud to tell you" Michael shivered. "Hi Taylor. Hi Greg."
They both waved and all three figures began to float as Michael walked into the school, receiving a few stares of judgment at his red and puffy eyes.
"Wow!" Someone snickered. "Little faggot over here cried on his first day of school!" The hallway erupted in laughter and some of the ghosts rolled there eyes. "Missing your mum?" He roared a laughter, causing everyone to laugh again.
"Calum" a soft voice said from behind the ten boy. "Please?"
The muscular boy only rolled his eyes and walked away from the pale boy.
"I'm sorry about calum" the blind said.
"Its fine Luke" the green haired boy smiled. "For all you know its true"
The blond only rolled his eyes at the pale boys smirk and walked away with a little giggle.
"Get some!" He heard one of the ghosts yell (he's guessing it was one of the new ghosts).
"Sometimes I wish I knew what went through that boys head" he hinted to ashton with a plea.
"Sorry" he smiled devilishly. "But I'm not aloud to tell you"
Michael groaned and rolled his eyes at the floating figures statement, ending it with a sigh. "Whatever Ashton. I'm going to class" he mumbled under his breathe, receiving a few glares and dirty looks from a few people.
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I updated this because like this is my most popular on hold fic and I have people demanding for an update so here it is my lovelies :---)
