Michael
"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!" I screamed when I woke up to a familiar face of a young girl staring at me with a smile.
"NO. JUST NO. YOU DO NOT EXIST. YOU. DO. NOT. EXIST." I said as I backed away from her. I tripped over my blanket and fell on my ass on the other side of the bed.
She popped up beside me milliseconds later.
"Are you okay?" She asked trying to help me up.
"Don't touch me!" I squealed as I crawled over to the other side of the bed.
"You...you're not real. I was drunk, I was imagining things. You're not supposed to be h-here." I managed to say.
"Well look at me, here I am, still here." She said blandly.
"I'm not going to hurt you Michael. I'm harmless I promise." She said as she started crawling closer towards me.
"God-no-stop!" I said as she was just inches away.
"Michael I'm your friend!" She cried out.
No you are not my mother frigging friend. I don't even know you.
"I don't even know your name." I huffed. I had my remote control in my hands as a weapon and I am not afraid to use it.
"Let's start over." She offered.
"Hi, I'm Chrissy. I'm a lonely spirit wandering around trying to look for a home." She said with a proud smile while holding her tiny hand out to me.
I dropped my remote and fucking fainted.
*
I woke up to find me laying down on my bed with a really bad lump on my head and a slight hangover.
Ugh I had the worst dream that a ghost kid was following me. Alcohol really trips you out.
I rubbed my eyes and slowly opened them to the sight of THE SAME GHOST KID TOWERING OVER ME.
"Ahhhhhhh!" I screamed again and quickly grabbed the remote as a weapon. She backed away knowing I was not afraid to use it.
"Why are you still here!" I shouted as I stood up on the bed pointing my remote to her. I can fight her, I really can. I've earned my Star Wars badge at the Star Wars convention when I was 10 as a good warrior. She ain't got nothing on me.
"Michael, it's okay. Put the remote down." She said with her hands up in the air.
"You're not real! Go away!" I shouted again.
Then out of nowhere, the door slammed open to a grumpy Calum standing in between the door frame in his boxers.
"MICHAEL SHUT UP IM SLEEPING." He yelled at me as he looked into the room. He then stalked back off to his room and shut the door.
I turned back to her to find that she was gone.
Phew.
I'm safe.
You were imagining shit Mikey.
I got down from my bed and rubbed my forehead. When I looked up again she was standing in front of me.
"Don't freak out!" She said as she held her hands to my lips, right in time before I'd scream for the millionth time today.
She slowly lifted her other hand that was holding seven chocolate bars. Her eyes were apologetic and her face was bare. She was actually really cute now that I looked at her carefully.
"I'm sorry Michael. You can have my chocolates." She said softly as she held them out to me and slowly removed her hand from my mouth.
I slowly put the remote down when she seemed harmless.
When I took the bars, she held out her hand.
"Let's try this again. I'm Chrissy." She said.
"I'm Michael." I muttered. Avoiding her hand contact.
"Pleasure to meet you." She said. The grin on her face now plastered on.
*
"So...you just follow people around and live in their homes?" I asked after she explained her entire life to me.
"Yeah. I only stay for like, a night though. Because I have to keep moving. I want to find my real home."
"But what if you don't have a home?" I brought up. I mean she's practically a ghost so maybe she's dead. Buried somewhere in a cemetery, forgotten.
"I have this gut feeling that I have a family waiting for me to come back. I trust my instincts." She said.
We were sitting on my bed eating the leftover chocolates together. Which is weird that she can even eat anything when she doesn't even have a solid body. Where the heck does it all go?
I can't believe I'm talking to a ghost.
A fucking ghost.
Way to go Michael you have such cool friends.
Do I even consider her a friend?
"I'm sorry I didn't believe you last night." I finally said.
"It's okay. I'd probably lose all shit if I came face to face with someone like me too." She assured. I still felt bad though because I basically shooed her away when she was clearly a lost puppy.
"So...what now? Are you going to follow someone else?" I asked.
Part of me actually wanted her to stick with me, I'll have to admit. But having a pet ghost was not really on my bucket list.
"C-can I stay with you?" She asked softly while looking down at the wrapper in her hands.
Shit it's like she heard my thoughts.
"I'm the most boring person to stay with though." I said.
"Are you kidding me? Being with you guys is so fun! I LOVE meeting your fans and photobombing every picture and pretending I'm a part of your boy band." She said.
"Hold up. 1) we are NOT a boy band and 2) you photo bombed our pictures??"
"Yeah man why not it's not like I'd show up on camera." She said blandly.
Touché my sista.
We were interrupted when a knock sounded from my door.
"You could let them in since no one can see or hear me." She said.
I nodded.
"It's not locked!" I yelled out.
Dave came in with his cute little pajamas. Chrissy started laughing at the sight. I shushed her before he walked to me.
"There's a change of plans. You have an interview today. Be ready the van leaves in 30 minutes." He said.
"Does this mean I get to be on TV?" Chrissy squealed as she jumped up and down.
"Shzz." I hushed her.
"What?" Dave asked.
"Nothing." I coughed. He left the room soon after and I started to get ready.
"I'm going to shower. Don't you DARE snoop on me." I said while shoving my finger directly towards her face.
"Yes sir!" She said as she saluted me and vanished before my eyes.
WTF
Okay that's something I need to get used to.
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Wanderer (Michael Clifford and Chrissy Costanza)
Fiksi Penggemar"Wha- who are you? How did you get in my hotel room?" He asked. Startled by the young girl eating all of his chocolates. "I'm a wanderer." She said as her face was smothered in the chocolate substance. "And I've followed you."
