Quiet Like a Ghost

Chapter One: Promises

"No." I tell the guys who are standing at the edge of my bed. "Dev. Come on please come. Your sister wants you there." Ryan pleads. "You just want me there so Dahlia will be happy and you'll get laid." I glare at him. Him and my sister Dahlia have been dating like a strobe light. On, off, on, off, on, off.

"Ghost come on don't be a dick. Come." Chris begs. "Fine. But you better buy me a drink." I give up. "Deal." He claps. "Get dressed." He tells me as they leave.

Male or female? Male takes less time. I dress in a basic blackcraft cult tank top and black skinny jeans. I start doing my make up, eyeshadow, contoring, and I don't bother with my lips. "Devin, hurry up we got like 5 minutes to get there." Balz says walking in. "I'm done. If you guys are going to force me to go at least don't be a prick." I tell him.

When we get to the party, everyone who was coming were there. "Devin!!!!!" I hear Dahlia squeal, running up too me. "Hi, sis." I smile hugging her. She let's go after a second and goes to Ryan. "Hiya baby..." She starts and Ryan kissed her. I don't mind her dating him it's just like no, not in front of me, ew.

I walk away to the bar and Chris follows. "Deals a deal." He says handing me money for a beer and leaving again. "How can I help you?" The bartender asks. "Uh, whatever this will buy me. I'm not picky." I say handing her Chris' money. "Alright." She smiles and goes to get me something, coming back with fireball whisky and a bottle of beer. "Choose one." She says. I grab the beer, "Thank you."

I walk over to a patch of trees and a bench, I can see everyone, mingling, dancing, and smiling. Then there's me, alone, sitting a couple yards from the closest person. I'm pathetic, but this is not my scene, I hate talking to people, I hate being near people actually. Social anxiety I guess.

"Hi there." A girl says. "Hi." I respond after a second. She is strikingly beautiful, black wavy hair, grey-white contacts, I can't help but stare. "May I sit?" She asks. "Yeah, of course." I smile, watching her sit next to me. "I'm Opal." She tells me. "Ghost or Devin, whichever you prefer." I say quietly.

"Your Dahlia's brother huh?" She asks, I nod. "You look alike. Are you twins?" She asks me, "No, I'm three years older." I say, drinking my now warm beer. Is it weird I just want to stare at her without talking? It would be weird though.

"Devin! Ryan's going to take me home." A drunk Dahlia tells me as she stumbles. "Dahl." I sigh and pick her up and take her to Ryan. "Dude. If you think sex will be good when she's this hammered your an idiot." I tell him, still holding Dahlia. "Why do you care?" He asks slurring his own words. "Dude here, I won't ask." I sigh handing her to him and walking back over to trees.

I suddenly get pressed up against a tree. It's Opal. "Hi, what are you doing?" I ask as she presses her lips to mine. I kiss her back, she wasn't drunk, she just wanted to. I break away, "Opal, why are kissing me?" I ask, I must seem like an idiot but I suck with relationships. "Because, your adorable." She smiles and kisses me again.

"Hey, uh, Ghost. Can I have a minute?" I hear Chris asks holding back a chuckle. I flip him off, she was a really good kisser and I really, really, wanted to rip her clothes off. She breaks away, "Ghost, you should go. Matter of fact I should. Here's my number." She says smiling, writing a number on my wrist with a pen she had.

"What." I spat, "Woah, someone's pissy." He says stepping back. "Look, I was having a good time, sorry for being mad you ruined the moment." I say walking away, Chris followed, "Ryan wants you at his house, Dahlia is throwing a fit." He tells me, ugh.

I drive to Ryan's and see him sitting on the curb. "She threw me out of my own house." He mumbles. "I said sex would suck." I ignore whatever else he says and go through the front door. "Dahl, where ya at?" I ask in a conforting voice.

"In here." I hear Dahlia slur. I follow the direction of her voice to the bathroom. She's on the floor, only in her bra and underwear, crying. She also cut up her arms and legs like when she was a teenager. "Your okay, Dahl. Your okay." I sooth her, petting her hair. I grab a wet wash cloth and clean up the shallow cuts. She shrieked in pain, "Ow! Sorry I forgot how much this hurts." She apologizes crying.

"What did he do?" I ask her, "He didn't do anything, just, uh, things were getting heated and I remembered." She sobs into my shoulder, "That will never happen again, okay? I promised you." I hug her, I always keep my promises.

--
A/N: This may replace "Your my Everything" because I don't know what I want to do with it yet.