Love is a drug, a drug he tried so hard not to get high on, because like all drugs, they come with side effects, and those side effects only last a short period of time.
"To everyone else i was Blake or Ghost, but to her. I was just Josiah. Her Josi...
I WOULD FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU, BUT I CAN'T ______ die with you.
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GHOST MUMBLED ALONG to the rap music blasting in his ear "Call him, tell him you'll be home real late. Now sing the break." He loved music, it was his passion, an outlet of some sort.
He stood on the corner of a local convenience store, observing the broken down impoverished neighborhood that he called home. Something that he frequently did, observe.
Talking wasn't Ghost's strong suit, he's more of a listener. People often thought the boy was shy which was far from the truth, he's simply a quiet and alert person. But living the life he lived, he didn't have a choice but to be alert at all times.
Shaking his head with a sigh, he wanted better but money was tough which lead him to the position he was currently in.
Ghost nodded as a regular customer approached him, he adjusted his pants just for them to fall back into a sag like always.
"Wassup Max." Ghost greeted
"Sup dude." Max gave him a crooked smile "Let me get a three-five."
