apparition aspect {short story}

four

we ended up roaming the streets littered with candy wrappers and kids staying out too late. some teenagers were eating their steal on the side of the road, successful in their trick-or-treating. the goal was to find nice enough people to not necessarily care that you were older than fourteen, and when you did, celebrate. as a 17-year old, it was especially hard to do.

"what made you want to be a ghost?" i questioned, honestly curious. it couldn't have been too serious, or he would've put in more effort.

"nothing. it was just the easiest thing to be."

"wouldn't the easiest thing to be be yourself?" i smirked, making a face of horror when i almost fell of the curb. i was currently trying to balance enough to walk on it, but i wasn't doing so well.

the boy seemed amused at my almost-tumble. "nah. it's not as easy as you think, beetlejuice."

"oh, so we're gonna do that, huh? alright," i grinned, stopping and putting my hands on my hips. "well, ghost, what's so hard about it?"

"almost everything."

"what about eating breakfast?"

he stopped his walking, realizing i had halted a few yards behind him. "is it hard for you to eat breakfast?"

"sometimes. if i wake up with no one home, it is. breakfast can get...uh, hard." i frowned, wondering why i was getting real with a stranger. no big deal, i told myself. he's cool.

the boy thought on it for a second before nodding. "yeah. mornings are hard."

i wanted to talk about something different very dearly. this wasn't fun like halloween should be.

"do you want to find a party now? i mean, it's almost eleven, but..." i trailed off, not knowing what to say to finish my statement.

"no."

we sat on that curb for a while, a good distance apart, both deep in thought. the wind was picking up; my suit jacket wasn't doing much for the rest of my body. i kind of wanted to go home, but i didn't want to leave this boy. he was a ghost that wouldn't make his presence known again--i just knew it.

"wanna go to the cemetery?" he asked hoarsely, clearing his throat afterwards.

i smiled.