Welcome to Heaven

Chapter 4

Hey moonpies! Sorry it took so long. I hope you still care about this fic.

Despite his startling appearance, Sock was kind of a neat kid. He seemed extraordinarily bright, and was very passionate when he spoke. Unfortunately, he drew some strange looks while talking to the angel, and Jonathan realized he probably couldn't be seen by most people. The brunette didn't seem to mind, though, almost as if he was used to these kinds of glances.

Sock pressed between other children's bodies, giving Jon the grand tour of the school.

"... This building contains the upperclassmen rooms, Junior on the bottom, Seniors on the top. The same goes for that one, Sophomores upstairs, Freshies down." A hand was waved in the general direction of a structure as he named each building clockwise around the campus. "That's where the offices are, and there's the elective building."

Jonathan found the the fact that the two approached the first area named rather odd, given Sock's height and relatively immature demeanor, both of which were lesser than his own.

"What grade are you in, Sock?" He asked, voicing his confusion.

The human blushed, tugging the flaps of his colorful hat down around his head. "I'm... I'm a Junior. In fourth grade, my teacher couldn't keep up with my pencil, so they started me on work from a grade up. I skipped fifth grade because I had already learned all of the material in all the time I had to kill."

Dumbfounded, a "Woah," was all Jonathan could manage.

Almost immediately after arriving to the door of Sock's first class, the bell rang, and the crowd began to disperse to their respective rooms.

"Ah, do you have your schedule yet?" the human asked. He pointed to the glass door at the exit of the building. "If not, the registration office is that way, I'm sure they could pull it up for you."

Oh boy. Jon had been dreading this topic. He wasn't exactly sure how to go about telling someone you were dead, like "Hey! I'm actually your guardian angel, so you'd better shape up!" He twiddled his fingers together anxiously. "Here's the thing. I kinda don't actually go to this school..." The conversation probably would have gone completely south if someone hadn't chosen to walk right through Jonathan mid-sentence.

Sock had taken up blinking repeatedly and stuttering half-formed questions. He looked like he had seen a ghost, which frankly seemed to be the most logical explanation for the situation.

"So yeah," Jonathan continued awkwardly, not sure where to go from there. "I'm your... Guardian Angel."

...o0o...

"So... You're really a ghost?"

Jonathan chuckled, hovering over the Sock's shoulder. "Angel, actually."

Sock poked at his food with a fork, not sure what to make of his current predicament. He looked up from his corner of the lunch room, searching for answers to unvoiced questions.

"Can they see you?" he asked.

"I suppose not."

"Can they hear us?"

"They can hear YOU. You're talking to yourself."

Sock looked up with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "I doubt it; nobody cares enough to listen to me."

"Why do you think that?" Jonathan probed after a short moment of silence.

The brunette scoffed. "Think that? I know that! I mean honestly: would you want to be associated with the homicidal skirt-wearing boy?"

"I suppose I have no choice at this point, do I?" he teased.

"You know, you're kind of an okay person, Jonny," Sock stated, grinning.

"Hey, you're not so bad yourself."