The Boy With Green Eyes

Chapter 6: Can't Hold Us

This is a bit of a filler and slightly shorter than usual, but I hope you like it :) Love y'all.

Oh, and my exams are all finished! So i should be able to write and upload a bit more often, fingers crossed!  

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"Hello ladies." He was purposely being all smooth and flirty just to annoy me. I bet you.

"Hi," Ames softly spoke. "I'm Amity, but you can call me Ames. This is Terrie."

I fought the overwhelming urge to roll my eyes, punch Brody in the face and then whack Ames upside the head for being so unlike herself.

"Oh and this is Tom!" I called out joyfully, thankful that someone sane was finally here. Brody whirled to face Tom and Tom stopped dead in his tracks. His face paled and he looked as if he was going to throw up. Brody held out a hand for him to shake, but Tom just stood there, eyes bugging out of his face. Tom looked from Brody to me and back before stopping on my face and whispering, "He's dead."

Chapter 6

I choked on my own saliva, inhibiting my ability to breathe and easily taking some tension away from the situation. Tom was still in shock, eyes rapidly darting in between myself and Brody. After finally regaining my capacity to inhale oxygen correctly, I swallowed and looked at Ames, wary of her reaction.

"Tom, what even? He's not dead, he's right here," she spoke in a 'duh' tone of voice. I pursed my lips and willed my brain to not make me blurt anything unnecessary out. Tom stared more harshly and intently to me, causing a hot sweat to break out and I began wringing my hands out of nerves.  

"Terrie? Would you like to explain?" He was almost daring me to admit the truth.

Brody had remained weirdly quiet during the whole thing and I glared at him while he shrugged.  

"Tom, come with me, let's leave these two to flirt or whatever." Not giving him the option, I grabbed his wrist and dragged him down the hallway and around the corner, far away from Brody and Ames. He didn't even protest, just followed me limply. I continued to lead him to the courtyard with the memorial plaque, feeling this was an adequate place to have this conversation.  

Tom's face had regained some colour by now, but he was still visibly shocked and on the verge of losing it. His eyes darted to the door we had just come out of before landing on me and narrowing. His normally blue eyes were a dark grey colour, a sign of how pissed off he was feeling right now.  

"Care to explain now? Care to elaborate on why Brody Evans, star vice captain of the footy team BEFORE HE DIED is here, gracing us with his presence yet again?" I winced at the tone of his voice, it was sharp and I hated how he was so upset with me. But I guess he had a right. Some guy from our past who was supposed to be dead and moved on by now had turned up and made everything crazy again. Yet only Tom and myself could see him for who he truly was.

"You're right, you deserve an explanation. Though, I can't say you'll believe half of it." 

"Try me." He went and sat at the table and peered up at me under his dark lashes expectantly.

"Yesterday, Cole came over and brought me coffee and we were hanging out for a while." I stopped talking as Tom's face had hardened and his fists were clenched. 

Flatly, he spoke, "Continue. I just don't like Cole."

"Okay... well Cole was at my house and we were just chatting and stuff, then next thing you know, Brody Evans is in my kitchen standing behind Cole. I was not expecting him to be there and dropped a spoon or something. Cole couldn't see him. Can't see him. Brody then explained that he is a ghost of sorts, but not a full ghost. He's stuck in limbo or something because him and a bunch of other kids from our school can't 'move on' yet as they have unfinished business. And for some damn reason, Brody picked me to be the bearer of helping them all."

"She's right you know." God damn Brody and his always popping up inconveniently.

Tom again paled in front of me but this time braced himself against the table. He began muttering obscenities under his breath, dropping his head gently so his hair fell slightly forward. Brody walked around, sitting next to Tom.

"I am a sort of ghost with ghost magic and I have unfinished business. I let you see me for a reason, Tom." 

Struggling to find his voice, Tom managed to spit out, "And what reason is that?" There was some venom in his voice which I was surprised to hear coming from Tom.

Brody gave a weak smile, the gravity of his situation obviously getting to him. "There's no way Terrie can help us all on her own without people thinking she's an absolute nutter. So I let you see me because you can help her."

I was partially offended at that. I'm not crazy, I could totally have done it on my own.

"No you couldn't have." My head shot up and found it was both Brody and Tom who had said that. They high-fived each other before fist bumping each other and then turning to me with identical smirks on their faces.

"What is it, gang up on Terrie day?"  

"Yup," Tom nodded. "This is all still kinda crazy, but maybe it's just a dream and I'll wake up and none of it will be real, so I'm going with it for now."

I shook my head, "Tom, it's real. Just as real as anything else here. As real as Amity's crush on you which you fail to see and she hasn't told me but it's obvious, as real as how much school blows and as real as Oliver Fern still being in that damn hospital bed! This. Is. Real."

I needed him to understand how serious I was. I didn't mean for those things to come out, but oopsie.  

Brody began cracking up, slapping his knee in the process. Tom just stared awkwardly at me for a while before standing up. He blinked once at me before walking out. Just like that. I actually face palmed myself before sitting next to Brody. Things just weren't going right at all. Without caring anymore, I let my head fall to the left onto Brody's shoulder. He tensed slightly at first, I'm guessing the living to not living person contact thing was still weird, but he relaxed, sliding an arm around my shoulder to comfort me.

Whispering into my hair, he muttered, "Don't worry, he'll come around."  

I let my eyes fall closed just as the door in front of us now was banged open. Brody froze beside me and his grip on my shoulder tightened painfully. Squeezing my eyes shut to rid them of sleep before opening them wide, I came face to face with a scrawny looking kid, not too much taller than me. His hair was a shade darker than Brody's and his skin paler, but there was no doubt in my mind. This was Brody's brother.