House of ghosts

Why do you call me sweetheart

6 months had passed,
It was a Saturday morning
February 13th
3 days  after cliffs birthday

"Big ol' 25"

cliff, who technically
was your dead roommate,
Had been sitting in the living room
when you came out of his room
where you had slept since day one

He didn't see it as weird, so why would you?
To be honest, cliff didn't care.
He had someone to talk to
Someone to share stories with
He wasn't necessarily "alone" anymore
And neither were you.
And that was the best birthday gift he could ask for.

You sat on the couch beside him
In your band T shirt, and pajama pants
you had got for Christmas 2 months ago,
from your mom
Cliff went to comment on your outfit as a joke
But he soon got interrupted by the
sudden static of the radio in the kitchen
"The fuck?" you said tiredly
"Sorry sometimes I do that by accident"
Cliff went over and unplugged it
His presence sure did a lot of things
A lot of weird things
Cliff went into a closet in the hallway all of a sudden and pulled out a random record player
Out of literally nowhere
And at-least 20 vinyls that he had collected over
his years of being alive
And he also grabbed one from the shelf near the sofa
He went through them saying the names of the different bands, and what album it was
Until you both decided on the eternal idol
By Black Sabbath
Cliff put on the record and sat back down
"This one's the one you got me three days ago"
He smirked proudly
"I know." you said, obviously still tired
Cliff looked at you, and studied your body language
"Who pissed in your cheerios sweetheart?"
He asked jokingly
"My new job"
You answered blatantly,
Which just caused him to chuckle
"Being an attorney beating your ass?"
He said in a less sarcastic tone,
in an attempt to not piss you off more

"Not really...just my co-workers"
You smiled lightly
"They're crazy."
Cliff smiled at your smile as you sat down with your coffee beside him on the couch
"Why do you call me sweetheart?"
You said as you took a sip
Cliffs grin disappeared as he thought
"Uhh.. I dunno, I feel like it's respectful?"
Cliff said, unsure what to say
"If you don't like it I can stop-"
He said suddenly

"I don't need that cliff.. I actually kinda like it."
You smiled tiredly

"Okay- sweetheart"
Cliff said jokingly

"Mhm-"
You smiled, laughing a little

"How does this album sound sweetheart"
He said, looking for your reaction

"Okay stop cliff"
You said laughing again

"Sorry... sweetheart."
Cliff said, hiding his smirk in his hand as he tried not to laugh

"STOP"
You laughed harder

"Okay...okay.."
Cliff said as he got up to switch the vinyl
to don't say no 
by billy idol

You examined your nails, looking at your half-assed nail painting job and cliff saw the perfect opportunity

"What's wrong with your nails sweetheart?"
He said, a smirk tugging at his lips
as he held in a laugh

"Cliff.."
you threw a pillow at his torso which only resulted in you two pillow fighting

Sometimes you forget cliff is a ghost
Because he goes into solid form around you
He's still dead, and you remind yourself that
But still.. why were you falling in love with him

He threw a pillow at you too hard
Which resulted in you
literally attempting to tackle him,
mind you he was 6'2 and you were 5'7.
You jumped at him and attempted to pull him down
He fell backwards a little,
because you technically just pounced on him
you tried to knock him over but failed miserably
and now you were just in his arms
You looked at each other
Cliffs eyes bored into yours
And your eyes did the same
Cliff took his chance..
And he slammed you on the couch
Proceeding to wrestle with you
You kicked and squirmed from his long body
As he tried to pin you to the floor
But WWE style, he pinned you down with his arms, and let his deadweight go on top of you
Counted to 3, and then he let you go
Flexing jokingly that he had won
You scoffed and he sat down on the carpet next to you
He patted your back
"Sorry for being so good at wrestling, sweetheart"