SMOKE (rydon)

Secret Getaway

"What?!" I almost yelled at him, I could tell Ryan was hurt by my tone.

"well, we just don't have enough information...and..." he traveled off and looked away.

I didn't even care anymore. I quickly faded away (one up for being ghost wooo) and re-appeared where I always do in the mornings and when i'm sad or whatever.

It was in my backyard of my old house/ryan's house. Way back in the forest on the edge of town, a small cabin and near it, surronded by pine trees,  a fairly large rock with a small waterfall, the only animals around were small frogs/toads and dear (rarely dear). It was really peaceful and before Ryan moved into the house I spent my nights there writing about just everything basically. 

I sat on the rock and listened to the water just falling, it was quite peaceful. I hadn't been in the cabin in a while, so I decided to go in. It was old and abandoned, but it had that old wood floor smell and I loved it, I don't know why though. It was a one room cabin with a small twin bed in the coner, I always planned that if I ever became human I would finish up this place and live here... but that wasn't happening. I had the whole plan written out in my journal, it was sitting on the small twin bed under the old baby blue sheets, just incase anyone happened to come in here, which no one does. 

I opened it up and grabbed the pen in the small night stand next to the bed. I started writing, but I wasn't even thinking about what I wrote. I ended up closing it quickly and curling up in the bed. I sighed deeply listened to the birds outside. They're alive, I want to be. Suddenly I have leaves crunching, I could tell it wasn't a deer or anything. My heart started pounding, but I remebered I was kinda undead and technecally "The spawn of Satan" (as the last owners of the house exclaimed, die hard Christains...) So I got up and turned invisible, walking outside and going through the pine trees, seeing the back of a black jacket and denim jeans sitting on the rock, I looked closer and saw it was Ryan. Why was he over here?

He was singing quietly, something I knew. Karma Police (by Radiohead). He was a really good singer. Now that I think about it he was actually like a really good everything, better than me in everything definitaly. He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, taking out one and lighting it. He began to smoke and then put his arm out, taking the lighter and burning the underside. I gasped slightly and quickly became visable again, running over almost in tears and grabbing the lighter.

"Brendon!" Ryan exclaimed as he jumped. 

I took the lighter and threw it into the stream.