Nyctophilia || Ghorror

Who Am I?

Ricky

Ghost took me to a house and police were surrounding the house.

"Do you live here?" An officer asks.

"Yes he does." Ghost says when I gave him a confused look.

"Do you know that man?" He points to a middle aged man.

"That's your father Ricky. Sorry he's got amnesia. From that man."

The officer nods.

"YOURE GONNA WISH YOU HAD DIED WITH YOUR MOTHER RICHARD!" The man shouts at me before being shoved in the cop car.

"So mom's dead?"

"Yep."

"And dad just got arrested?"

"Yep."

"So I have nowhere to live?"

"No. You'll stay with me."

"Alright."

"Don't worry Ricky. He won't bother you for a long time." The officer says and they all leave. Ghost pulls out his phone and I sat down trying to process all this. What kind of messed up life do I have?! My mom died, my dad abuses me, apparently I'm goth. Am I depressed or something? No that's emos. No offense. (Don't kill me.-.)  Wait......

I pulled up my sleeves and I'm definitely depressed. Are those burn marks? So I smoke? Alrighty then.

"Ricky you're moving in with me. Mom's coming to pick us up so we need to pack up what you wanna bring." I nodded still staring at my arms.

"Hey, that in the past okay?"

"So I'm depressed?"

"Yes." He pulls my sleeves back down and puts me on my feet.

"Now let's go." We went up to what was supposedly my room and packed up everything. Ghost carries it downstairs . There was a car waiting and we went and got in it. I got in the back and leaned against the window, watching the world as it passed by. Ghost sat shotgun and conversed with the woman driving, whom I assume is his mother, but I tuned it out. I was too busy trying to take in everything and figure out just who this "Ricky" is, or was, that Ghost is so in love with. What's so special about me? I'm depressed, possibly suicidal, with a dead mom and deadbeat dad whose behind bars. What of all that screams "boyfriend material"? 

"Hey, we're here." He smiles at me and I nodded, getting out of the car. His mother opens the trunk and I go to grab my box. Ghost puts a hand on my shoulder stopping me. "I got it Ricky." He lifts it with ease and I followed him and his mom into their huge house. Well now it's my new home. Ghost walks up the spiral staircase , which by the way is awesome, and into his mansion of a room. He sets the box down on the bed and closes the door while I gawked at the size of his room

"Close your mouth, you'll catch flies." He pats my chin and I closed my mouth. 

"This is huge! My room's a shoe closet compared to this." 

"Yeah it's alright." He shrugs and I look at him questioningly. Don't tell me he's spoiled. "You ask me it's too big. I spend more time here." He opens up another door and it's much smaller but still big. It's like a cozy little media room. He's got a decent sized tv, an Xbox 360 and PlayStation 2. I see a couple guitars on stands, and finally a sleeper sofa. This is what Heaven looks like. Well my idea of it anyways.

"You play guitar?" I point at them and he looks over an nods.

"Bass yeah."

I feel drawn to them, I can't explain the feeling really. Something like déjà vu. I walked over and picked one up.

"You play?"

"I feel like I do but I don't remember obviously." 

"Try it anyways." He hands me a pick and I slipped the strap over my head. I hit a sour note and frowned. "Needs tuning." I began to tune it without really thinking about what I'm doing. 

"Mind if I listen to a song and play it for ya?"

"Absolutely. Go right ahead." I pull out my phone and headphones. I then started to play along with the guitarists to New Religion by BVB. After it was over I looked up and Ghost's jaw was on the ground. I took out my headphones, wrapped them around my phone, and put it back into my pocket. I then removed the guitar and placed it on the stand and set the pick on a table.

"So......how bad was I?"

"You were incredible. Slash better watch his back. You'll be giving him a run for his money." I blushed and asked him to play me something. So we switched positions, he grabbed his bass and I took the seat he was just in, and he starts to play something. I smiled as he became absorbed in playing the bass. I could see the passion in his eyes. He'll make a phenomenal musician someday. 

"Dinner!" His mom yells. I waited for Ghost to put his bass back and took his hand which surprised him.

"You given up on your asexual ways Ricky?"

I shrugged and laced our fingers together. My hand fit his perfectly like it was made just for me to hold. "Something like that." He smiles and my heart did funny things, like flip, skip beats and melt simultaneously. I know I'm in love. It's the best feeling. Being in love. So why was I apparently asexual before?  And he knows so obviously I showed it or told him I was in some way.

We went done to their massive kitchen and his mom handed us a box of pizza and some soda. "I figured you'd want to eat upstairs."

"Thanks mom. Hey are you busy tomorrow?"

"Just till noon why?"

"You gotta hear Ricky play guitar. I told him he'd give Slash a run for his money."

"Sounds pretty legendary. I'll be sure to stop by and check it out."

"Thanks mom. C'mon Ricky." 

We raced back upstairs and laid on his floor in the media room. I was picking at my third slice of pepperoni pizza when Ghost sits up suddenly. I glanced up confused and he just moves closer. I set my piece down and we moved to the couch. It was big enough for two fully grown men to lay side by side, but I chose to practically lay on top of Ghost. He seems to be enjoying this non-asexual behavior from me. I quite enjoy it as well. 

"What's so special about me?"

"Excuse me?"

"From what I've learned my life is a hot mess. What's so special about me?" I barely finished my sentence before his lips were on mine. Literal fireworks just went off in my stomach, I shit you not. They were so soft and he was so gentle, almost like he was afraid I'd break. I'm not some porcelain doll to be seen but not touched. And I'll prove it. When things started getting really heated I pulled away and he whines, like a little kid not getting what he wants. 

"You never answered my question. What's so special about me?" I can tell I have him right in the palm of my hand but why not test the waters a bit?  So I leaned down to his ear and whispered,

"Be a good boy and tell me." He shivers and I can tell he's excited now. I pulled away enough to look him in the eye. Those breathtaking blue eyes. They look kinda navy blue but maybe it's just the lighting. 

"Everything about you Ricky. Your beautiful eyes, your gorgeous smile, your infectious laugh. That sweet singing of yours. They way you play guitar, just everything. I'm so in love with you I don't know what to do with myself." 

"Well I know I'm in love you cause I can't imagine life without you." We share a passionate kiss before resigning to sleep. Ghost held me so close, I laid on his chest and was lulled to sleep by the steady beat of his heart.

"You hear that? It beats for you and only you." He says softly making me blush. This boy is an angel, he's such a saint. How did I get so lucky as to have a soulmate like him? 

A/N: by far the longest chapter I've ever written. Do y'all like this length, should I write more like this?