Erm.. Who Are You Again? (Boy x Boy)

Chapter 8

Okay guys! I'm hoping to make this one a longer chapter, and I hope to have itup sooner then I did the last chapter. But if I dont then I'm really sorry. 

earlier today, I posted chapter 7, so everything is still fresh in my mind! 

I really don't have any thing else to say sooooo... Here we go!

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***Diesel***

"What do you mean you're dead?" I asked the girl.

"Oh, you know, I mean that I'm just right next door, and you're being punked... What do you think I mean you tard?!? I'm no longer living!" She yelled at me sarcastically. 

"Look, I'm sorry, Okay? I'm not typically used to meeting or being around other beings that are supernatural." I told her skeptically.

"I'm sorry... I just, I just cant believe that I'm dead. It's so much to take in..." She told me.

We both sat in silence for a moment. I took the time to actually get to look at her. And to study her features. She was around 5'7" and she had long, dirty blonde hair. She had high cheek bones, and a pointed chin. Her nose seemed perfect for her face, but if you looked at just her nose, it seemed pretty big. She had light grey-green eyes that harbored a look of inteligence, and self confidence. She looked like a girl that would think every decision over twice before she came to a conclusion.

"How did you die?" I finally asked her, breaking the silence between us.

"I... I'm not sure. I dont really remember much. I do remember some of the most recent memories I had before I died though. I remember that it was coming to be close to the end of summer, school was about to start back up. It was going to be my junior year. My parents and I had gotten in a fight, and I left the house. That's it." She had a look of concentration on her face, as if she was struggleing to remember. 

"What about your name. Do you remember your name?" I figured that i could ask about the small stuff. To see if these things would bring back different memories. 

"Emma. Emma Stone."

"Do you remember your adress Emma?" I asked.

"No, and it wouldn't do much good any way."

"Emma, do you have a facebook?" I asked her, an idea coming to mind.

"Yes. I do. Not that it matters much now any way." She said sounding depressed. 

I got up from the couch, and made my way over to the computer. It was nice being in the fully furnished house. Mainly because it had everything someone like me wouldnt have had I stayed in the motel. Like a computer, and more importantly, an internet connection.

The computer looked like a dinosaur that only old people would have in thier home, because they refused to upgrade to something new. I pressed the power button on the computer tower, and waitied for the computer to start.

"What are you doing? Are you gonna send me a freind request or something?" She asked sounding annoied. 

"No. Im going to use the internet to see if I can pull up any thing to do with a girl named Emma Stone. To see your facebook page, and see if any major news pops up in one of the links." I explained.

"Oh." She said. "I guess that would make sence."

"Also, I plan to do some research on ghosts and spirits. I don't think either of us is very educated on the topic." I explained further. The computer had finally started up, and I opened the internet explorer.