ghostboys

four

it was saturday and i had a sleepover with bruces sister, amy. i asked gwen if she wanted to come and she said yes.

so gwen and i packed for the sleepover and dad drove us to her house. i haven't been to bruce's house since a few months ago.

him and i were study partners and it was really fun.

i let out a sigh as dad dropped us off and left without saying goodbye. "asshole." i said as gwen and i knocked on the door.

amy opened the door and smiled at us, "come in guys!" she said happily.

i said a quick hello to amys parents before walking up the stairs to amys room.

bruces room was in clear view. it was right next to amys. the door was still open and i decided to take a look inside.

i smiled as i saw all his baseball stuff.

"im so sorry about bruce, amy." i said to her as i walked back into her room.

she smiled at me, "i know you guys were good friends, allie. he talked about you all the time."

i grinned and tried to hide my red cheeks. yeah, some stuff may or may not have happened between us.

we kissed like once or was it twice?

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it was later that night and we were sitting on amys couch, watching a movie.

the phone rang and i nearly had a freaking heart attack. since the two girls weren't gonna get off their asses, i had to answer.

"hi this is allison blake. mr. and mrs. yamada aren't home right now." i said into the phone.

"why the fuck are you at bruce yamada's house?" the voice said back.

"um, who the fuck are you?" i asked, looking into the living room to see what the girls were doing and they were now sound asleep.

"it's vance, dipshit."

my eyes widened, "how the fuck did you get this number? what are you a stalker now?"

"no bitch, i got your brother to give me the number." he said.

"are you at my house?" i asked, annoyed.

"i was, not anymore. your dad wasn't home." he replied.

"what the fuck do you want?" i asked.

"i wanted to ask to hang out but it seems you're too busy at your dead boyfriends house. are you gonna try and talk to him by doing weird ass rituals or something?"

"fuck you." was all i said before i hung up the phone.

asshole.

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the next morning rolled around. amys parents got back from wherever they were and cooked us some nice breakfast.

i sat at the table, watching gwen with a smile as she ate the bacon and eggs. dad never cooks us anything good, it's always me. so seeing her happy while eating eggs and bacon made me happy.