The Ghost Of Newt

Chapter 2

The next few days was amazing. Newt kinda helpful with things around. He can clean, cook, washed the dishes. If mom sees this she's going to flip out. Just imagining Stevanny's face if she knew.

"When did you learn how to cook? I thought Frypan did all that?" I asked while chewing on my breakfast. "I help him when the other shanks are not around," he said. "It's really good. Thanks!" I thanked.

He sat down next to me on the counter. "What are you gonna do if I'm not around? School starts in 2 weeks," I drink my milk. "Haunt the post man? " he shrugged. "I think that's the dogs job," I chuckled. "Shuck!" He jokingly cursed.

I just imagine how Halloween will be. I have a real ghost in my house.

"What are you thinking?" He asked. He draw a circle on my palms. "Halloween, " I smirk. "Oh! That'll be fun!" He cheered.

I look at my glass, thinking how my life would turn on. "What is it like?" I whispered. Newt frowned. "Dying. Do you angels? Maybe your relatives?" I turn to him. He thought for a second and cringe.

"Extremely painful. It's like your own skin being ripped off in a snap," he said. "Sorry," I mumbled. "It's okay. I'm the one who told Tommy to pulled the trigger anyway," he squeeze my hand.

The rest of the day was kinda boring. We watched some movies, even The Maze Runner. "Do I really look like that?" He pointed at Thomas Sangster. It's funny that they look the same. I nod. "Bloody hell, I look so damn young!" He touched his face. "The actor playing you is now 25 years old. I like it. You look cute!" I told.

His face turn to me. "I look cute huh? You're not so bad yourself, love," he smiled. "Not so bad? I'm way better looking than you, shuck face!" I poke his nose. "Well according to that thing you use, Google? I'm the most famous Glader. And you, Bay, no one knows you," he poke my nose. "Asshole," I muttered as I leave the room.

When it's night time the mansion kinda got a bit loud. On the first night Newt flew around the mansion and sometimes his body turned solid so he kinda trashed the furniture around. He clean it up tho.

This night he stayed in my room. It was weird. He usually went around the neighbourhood or watching tv. Even if he stayed, he'd stay on the couch. This time I found him sleeping on my bed. But he said he doesn't sleep.

He looked peaceful. I change into my short and laid beside him. "Bay?" He whispered. "I thought you were asleep," he turned to look at me. We were laying face to face. "I was. You were bloody noisy, " he said. "I was not!" I slap his side lightly.

"I thought you don't sleep?" I asked. "I can sleep but there's no point for me. I don't get tired. I can sleep whenever I want," he said. He was about to get up when I hold his sleeve. "Stay," I whispered. He laid back beside me. I turned to face the door. "Where's your parent?" He asked. "On a business trip. They'll be back next week," I said.

I can feel Newt moving closer behind me. His body was slowly pressed to my back. It was warm. He slid his hand on my stomach. "Is it okay if..." he nervously asked. I intertwined our fingers as an answer.

He strokes my red hair gently. "Are going to tell you parents about me?" He whispered. "I don't know," I said. "What if they find out?" He asked. "They won't. Just stay in my room at night. And if the found out, I'll take the blame, I'm the one who bring you here anyway, " I told.

A half hour passed and I could feel Newt tense body behind me. "Why are you so tense?" I whispered. "I never got this close to a girl. Teresa was with Tommy and I never knew the other group," he replied. I don't think he knew about Teresa. "Newt, Teresa died. He died while saving Thomas," I said. He hold my hand tighter. "Who else died?" He asked. "Just her I think. Thomas was kinda a douche. He left her there dying," I said.

"He's a good guy. Wicked just blind him," he whispered. "Enough sadness for tonight. Let's just sleep," I said. "Night, Bay," he squeeze my hand a bit. "Night, Newt," I kissed his hand.