apparition aspect {short story}

eight

we were strangers, i knew, and he could've been a creep, but i couldn't deny this odd attraction i had for the boy. i at least wanted to part in a way that sealed the end of "the ghost and beetlejuice" properly. a good morning exchange wasn't going to cut it. not for me, anyway.

i stood on my doorstep, watching him disappear around the street corner, before i acted on my thoughts.

i hadn't ran that fast since middle school when they forced me to run a mile and decided it was a grade. when i got to him, he never saw me coming.

swiftly, i grabbed his arm, turning him around. i decided i wanted to kiss him, but couldn't find a proper way to yank off the sheets. why did ghosts not have cut-out mouths?

"look, i get it, you don't want me to know who you are," i panted, accidentally wiping some make-up off my face, "but i think you're really cool. i want to be your...friend. i want to get to know you. we don't have to start with names, but i'd appreciate it if i got to see your face."

i wiped the rest of my make-up off to show him i was willing. it probably looked funky, but i didn't care. i hoped he didn't either.

the boy was still in a state of shock from me appearing out of nowhere when he seemed to grasp the situation. i wasn't going to leave without a reveal.

"i don't...i don't think you want to," he said.

"oh?" i laughed, feeling a tad insane. "guess what--i do."

"no, you don't."

"okay, how about a compromise?"

he looked confused. "like what?"

"half of your face. the bottom half. and the rest of your body, obviously, but that's not what you care about."

his eyes searched mine, and i felt my heart threaten to break my ribs. "why the bottom half?"

"it's better than nothin', right?" i tried to play it off cool, but failed. he would catch on soon enough.

"nothing is better than what you'll see, so, once again, no. go home, okay? it's late."

i don't know why, but it kind of hurt that he wanted me to leave so quickly. not thinking about how much trouble i'd be in for being out past curfew, i made myself stay a little longer to put my hands on the sides of his face. my skin touched cloth, but i could feel the coldness beneath my fingertips. we were both freezing, then.

i was done with words--i just needed to man up and do it. i locked gazes with him as i cautiously lifted the sheets off of him. surprisingly, he made no move to stop me. he just looked sad.

then i got what he was saying. i really shouldn't of saw who he was.

[so i decided to post twice today because? idk really. i guess i just wanted to. so this will be over tomorrow ):(

i realized while rereading this story that it's not as good as i thought it was lol]