Michael
"Chrissyyyyyyy!" I whispered again. How am I supposed to find my lost ghost? I started walking faster in hopes of finding her but suddenly she pops up in front of me and we crash.
As we crashed into each other we both lost our balance and before I could stop myself I fell on top of her—lips smashing directly into hers in the process.
Oh my god.
WE'RE KISSING.
Both of our eyes widened in shock and I quickly pulled away. I could feel my cheeks burning up as I blushed at the contact. I could see her cheeks going red as well.
Well this is awkward.
Wanna know what's even more awkward?
What happened next.
And no I did not get a boner.
"They're kissing!" Someone called and before I knew it a paparazzi took a photo of us.
"Shit!" I cried. I quickly got up and pulled her with me. We started running through the mall and ducked into a toy store.
"Chrissy you seriously need to stop popping out of nowhere!" I said. I started pacing back and forth as I thought about all the pictures the dude probably already had saved in his camera.
This would be on every magazine I just know it.
"I'm sorry, I just, I heard this voice in the back of my head and it sounded like you so I just followed it and I ended up crashing into you and just-"
"Wait, you heard me calling you?" I interrupted.
"Yes! It was so weird! Like, I was eating my happy meal in peace and then I heard you say Chrissy but I couldn't find you anywhere near and then you called me again and I knew it was your voice and it was just so weird that I could hear you and-"
"Chrissy, BREATHE." I said trying to calm her down.
She started panting as she tried to catch her breath.
"So if you heard me calling you, does this mean we were communicating through telepathy??" I asked.
If it truly was telepathy, that would be so cool.
"I'm not sure..." She trailed off.
"Okay then let's just try it out? Quick, vanish somewhere and try to call me." I told her. She nodded and poof she was gone.
I am never going to get used to that.
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I didn't hear her call me yet, and it was already a minute that had passed. So I called her instead.
"Chrissy!" I whispered.
She didn't respond. I started to get worried.
"Chrissyyyyy!" I called again.
What!
I jumped at the voice in my head. Holy shit fuck balls it was her voice.
"Where are you?" I whispered back.
I found the camera man.
"Wha-the paparazzi?" I asked.
Yeah. I wish you were here because it's so hilarious!
"Why? What's going on?" I asked.
She didn't respond.
"Chrissy?"
"Chrissy."
"Goddammit CHRISSY." I said a little louder.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and nearly lost my shit when I saw it was her.
"Where did you go?" I panted while holding my heart.
"Nowhere." She said innocently.
"Don't lie to me Chrissy what was up with the paparazzi?" I asked eagerly.
She just giggled and started walking. I followed her like a lost kitten.
I grabbed her arm as I kept asking her to confess but she wouldn't. I stopped when we saw Luke in the distance. He must have saw us too because he furrowed his eyebrows and started walking towards us.
Shit.
Chrissy quickly vanished by the time Luke reached us.
"Wha-who was that?" He asked eagerly.
"Uh..."
She popped up again right behind Luke.
"He can't see me anymore!" She whispered.
"Uh...what are you talking about?" I replied putting up a fake confused look.
"I could have sworn I just saw..." He trailed off. He shook his head before asking something again.
"Never mind. Have you seen Ashton?" He asked quickly changing the subject.
"No did you try calling him?" I asked.
"He wouldn't pick up the phone, we're all really worried. Calum's out looking for him too." He explained.
"What? That's not like him to just disappear." I said.
We decided to split up and search so I was left alone with Chrissy again.
"Want me to help?" She asked.
"Could you?"
"I'm already on it. I'll call you if I find him." She quickly said and vanished.
Wait, call? But she doesn't have a phone. Thats when I remembered, OH YEAH WE HAVE THE POWER OF TELEPATHY. AWESOME SOCKSSSS.
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Wanderer (Michael Clifford and Chrissy Costanza)
Fanfiction"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."
