My Ghost Boyfriend

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Hide's pov

I remember when I was little, how I didn't have many friends. It wasn't that I pushed myself away from everyone, I suppose it was that I was too involved with the people around me.

I remember my mom telling me, on my first day in first grade, "you'll make a lot of friends."

I remember recess when I stood alone. I was afraid. I felt like I was alone in a dark room. I tried to make friends with boys, but they rejected me because I was too much of a klutz, because I couldn't properly tie my shoes yet. I remember thinking it might be easier to make friends with the girls because they seemed friendlier. But as soon as I approached them, they giggled at all the "girlish" band-aids I wore and my absence of a tooth.

If I can remember clearly, they laughed and some cringed as they pointed, shouting, "you have a booger!"

I was so confused to why nobody wanted to be my friend. That day I went home and cried while scribbling all over my favorite coloring book. I remember we also had a new neighbor, that just moved in that same day. My mom took me with her when she went to welcome them. I remember seeing a boy my age- black hair, big black eyes, girlish band-aids, terribly tied shoes.

I remember feeling a spark of hope that maybe he would want to be my friend. So when my mom gently pushed me inside, encouraging me to play with him, I tried it for the last time.

"Hi," I greeted with a grin, a little too close to his face.

He flinched at my gesture and his eyes widened with shock. I stuck my hand out but he responded with a gasp before running up the stairs. I stared as he fled, eyebrows furrowing and tears growing in my eyes.

I was an ugly crier. I cried snot and tears. I remember quietly crying to myself, but I was too numb to realize I was crying. It wasn't until he came running back down with a tissue box that I realized. I was confused at his gesture and stared at him, wondering why he left to get a tissue box.

He held the box in his arm and took out a tissue. He stuck it out and I blinked, puzzled. I sniffled and was about to wipe my tears and snot away when he burst.

"No!" He scolded and gently grabbed my hand mid-air, bring it down and holding it.

I sniffled and slightly pouted, more confused than I was before. He put the tissue box down and with the tissue in his free hand, he wiped my gross tears and snot away. I didn't refuse but I didn't react either. I was left dumbfounded to his unexpected actions. I guess I sort of expected him to react the opposite way. I was too little to realize he left to get tissues to help clean me up, but at that moment, I didn't care because I made my first friend.

He tugged me with him as he entered the kitchen to throw away the dirty tissue. I lit up with joy when he turned to face me. That moment reminded me of the times I did favors for my mother, she would always kiss my forehead and thank me. So I applied that memory to that moment.

I kissed his forehead and smiled with my eyes closed, "thank you."

He blushed hard and smiled in return, still in awe, "y-you welcome."

"Let's go play!" I bubbled with excitement.

"I need to ask my mommy first," he shyly murmured.

I remember we didn't let go of each other's hand everytime we would play together. But, for some odd reason I never asked for his name and he never asked for mine. I guess it was because we were so caught up with playing hide and seek or coloring together. So, when I find out he moved a month later, I was devastated.