apparition aspect {short story}

five

the two of us weren't in the best states of mind. i'm not sure what it was--the fact it was halloween or that we were traipsing around gravestones--, but we were loose. our minds were unraveled. everything was almost transparent, much like his bad ghost get-up.

we lied on plots that probably had coffins deep beneath them, staring at the dark sky, listening to each other breathe and the distant sirens cutting through the air. it was a weird sense of peace that we found, us strangers. a boy and a girl. a ghost and a freak.

"will you ever take off your sheets?" i asked.

"why would i?"

"so i could officially meet you?"

he paused. i found it quite dramatic. "no."

it took me awhile, but i mustered up some more courage leftover from the party. "what about your name?"

"ghost."

"great name." that was the end of that. i wouldn't get to know who this guy was no matter how long we were in the cemetery.

"thanks. i like yours, too."

"i know. beetlejuice suits me, doesn't it?"

i could hear the laugh in his voice, but he didn't actually let one escape. i became sad by that fact.

"absolutely."

[when ya want to update more than once so that everyone can see how this ends ): 

anyway, how's everyone's spooky week so far?

mine's eh. i have to take the psat tomorrow and i'm not at all liking that??]