Ghost (First Edition)

Chapter Nine

Nathan

The school was let off early today so the students could get ready for the Prom, which started at six. Nathan led Luis to the car, their hands brushing together slightly in a non-suspicious way, but it was enough to bring a slight blush to Luis's cheeks.

As soon as Nathan shut the door, Mary started driving down the road, the gravel grating under the tyres. "It's going to be so much fun!" She gushed.

Nathan took Luis's hand. "We know," he murmured.

Luis looked at him and gave a small smile. "I've never worn a tux before," he said softly.

"Haven't you?" Mary asked, sounding surprised, "oh, it's easy, but Martian will help you," she added.

Luis gave her a small smile and squeezed Nathan's hand; Nathan squeezed back.

"You will be fine," Nathan whispered, smiling. Luis smiled nervously back.

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As Jhonny fitted Nathan into the sharp, dark grey tuxedo, he wondered how Luis was fairing. This would all be new to him, and unfamiliar. He hoped Luis wasn't scared. Martain could be scary when he got angry, and he only got angry when you didn't stand still as he was helping you into a tuxedo. But Nathan hadn't heard his father yell, so he guessed all was going well.

"All done, Master Nathan," Jhonny's voice snapped Nathan from his thoughts.

"Thanks, Jhonny," Nathan murmured, flashing the older man a smile, and stepping off the stool before heading to a mirror.

The tux he was wearing was sharply pressed and close fitting, bringing out the slight curves of his body. The pants were the same grey as the suit and came to rest at his ankles. The tie was black and his undershirt an off white. He wore hard leather shoes with flat shoes that clapped loudly on the marble floors as he walked. His hands were covered by soft, white gloves that matched the cuffs of his tuxedo. His blonde hair was brushed to one side and held down lightly by hair gel.

Nathan thought he looked rather sexy.

"You look handsome, Master Nathan," Jhonny said, appearing in the mirror next to Nathan, "I'm sure Master Luis will fall for you completely," he smiled, showing a gap in his teeth.

"Thanks, Jhonny," Nathan said with a slight bow of his head, "I think I might go and see him now."

Jhonny nodded and stepped back as Nathan left the room, the soles of his shoes clapping loudly on the marble tiles. Luis was in the dressing room down the hall. That room was identical to the one Nathan had just left, but the door was closed. He knocked.

"He's almost ready!" Martian called at the same time as Mary, their voices clashing painfully.

Nathan cringed slightly at the noise and leaned on the wall across from the door and waited, tapping his fingers against his leg.

A few minutes later, the door was opened, and Nathan felt his heart contract. Luis stood in the doorway wearing a dove-white suit—not the colour he had chosen—that brought out the small curves of his body, the black of his hair, the green of his eyes, the paleness of his skin. His tie was a soft grey, his shoes the same colour. He wore white gloves over his hands, and his black hair was parted neatly, but was still adorably messy.

Nathan stepped forward and took Luis into his arms, kissing his forehead lightly. "You look handsome," he murmured.

"So do you," the blush was heavy on Luis's cheeks as he looked up at Nathan with a sparkle in his eyes.

Nathan gave him a squeeze. "Should we get going?" He asked gently.

Luis smiled at him. "We shall."

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