I recently got into Fearless Vampire Killers then onto the Keveridge shipping boat. I also have a sad obsession with the film ParaNorman so I kinda made a thing. They are 16 in this fic and there is no witches curse. I just thought I would make this idk. I don't own ParaNorman or Fearless Vampire Killers. Keveridge isn't canon (sadly) this is a work of fiction. ^.^
Laurence Beveridge was an average teenager. Okay maybe that was a lie. He had jet black hair that fell just over one eye, was very pale, dressed in mostly black and wore eyeliner. Oh and to top it all off, He could speak to ghosts. All of this put together meant a lifetime of bullying and rejection.
His alarm clock beeped and he groaned as he rolled out of bed and turned off the alarm. He sighed as he went to the bathroom, there he straightened his hair, applied his eyeliner and got dressed in his black skinny jeans and black buttonup shirt before grabbing his backpack, slipping on his black boots. He looked in the living room and said goodbye to his grandma who was knitting on the couch. I should probably mention she's dead. He backed out only to see his older sister Shelby looking at him disapprovingly as Laurence inched his way out the door. He slowly walked to school, waving at the occasional ghost he knew and even some of the new ones. The ghosts made him surprisingly... Happy. They were much nicer than people and each one had a story to tell. He stopped talking to the ghosts as soon as he noticed a couple from across the road glaring at him. He sighed as he walked the rest of the way silent.
When Laurence finally got to school people starred at him, everything was silent as they made a line for him to walk down. He kept his head down as he walked between the crowd of students, hearing small whispers along the lines of "He's crazy." and "What a emo fag." He tried to ignore them. The bell rang as soon as he got to the door and he earned a push from some random kid. He fell to the ground with an "unf" and muttered "Fuck" beneath his breath as he got back up, dusting himself off then making his way to his locker.
Surprise, Surprise. The word "FAG" was written on his locker in black spray paint. Dirk really needed more material. Fag was getting old. He opened his locker and took out a spray bottle and rag then closed the locker and began cleaning off the paint. A kid named Kier Kemp looked over at him. He had brown hair with a red streak through it that was shaved at one side, wore all black and had a labret piercing. He was also cleaning a name off his locker, not "FAG" but "EMO". He was looking at Laurence sympathetically earning an eye roll from from his friend "The Timids" he called them but their real names were Drew and Barrone. Laurence glanced over his shoulder to look at them. "Hey, Ghost freak!" A voice called. Laurence recognized it. It was Dirk. He shivered before turning to face him. "What do you want?" Laurence asked. He was so tired of them. Of everything. "Why don't you talk to more ghosts, fag?" He said and Laurence rolled his eyes, Dirk was very bad at insults. "Hey, gay boy." Dirk said as he smacked a spider that was climbing up the side of the locker. "Talk to that." He said pointing to the spider which was now smashed, spider guts all over the locker. The group of followers laughed and they walked away, pushing me out of the way and onto my locker. "Spiders don't talk." Laurence muttered to no one. Kier looked like he would walk over before both the Timids sighed and dragged him away.
