Graveyard Girl (Bridge to Terabithia Fanfic)

The House

Jess' POV:

"Morning sleepy head." A voice boomed, from behind me. I opened my eyes, and saw two stunning blue eyes look down at me.

She stood up from her squatting position and smiled.

"Come, on we bes' get going!" Leslie exclaimed, pulling my wrist.

"I don't wanna get up..." I groaned, turning around to look at my wall clock. Geez, it was only 6:00 am. Why can't this ghost understand that humans need sleep?

"It's only 6:00." I stated, crossing my arms. I refuse to get up from this cold wooden floor. I refuse.

"But your mom thinks you're leaving in 15 minutes, genius! Hurry up, we're gonna be late." She commanded, grabbing a brush from my dresser and combing her technically unreal hair.

"No."

"Pwease?" She pleads, giving me puppy eyes, and pouting.

Her eyes glistened and her cheeks glow. Who can say no to that adorable face?

"Ugh, fine." I say, fixing up my extremely uncomfortable floor bed.

"Yay!" She exclaims, floating up & down.

I sigh and get up slowly and rigidly.

"Don't take too long in there!" She giggles, skipping her way to my bed.

I shake my head and smile. Man, that girl was excited.

I walk to the bathroom, and undress myself. I stare down at my chest and sigh. Gosh, I'm gaining weight. I better start working out. I turn on the shower, and the cold water trickled down my neck, and onto the rest of my body. I closed my eyes, and just stood there, thinking about life like a normal hormonal teenager.

I can't believe Leslie is here. In my bedroom. I got a girl, in my bedroom.

Ew, not like that you nasty freak. I just... I thought the world was ending when she passed away. I could've saved her. If only I didn't have that stupid little crush on my music teacher, I-I could've died with her. Why didn't I just let her tag along with us? I was too selfish, that's what. Why did she have to go to Terabithia without me?

Well, all of that doesn't really matter now. She's here now, and that's that. My first love, reunited again.

Oh man I sound so gay.

But, I'm doing this all for Leslie, and I can't deny that fact. I knew I liked her, but do I really love her that much to risk my life?

Well, here goes nothing.

And now, I'm ready to take the biggest, boldest, most insane, most idiotic, most worth it chance in my whole entire life.

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Leslie's POV:

I can't believe he's actually doing this. All for me. I have to recollect my memories, find my body, shift shape into an entirely different person... and Jess is going to be with me. I sigh and lay on his soft bed, thinking about stuff.

I wonder what he's doing in there? Ghosts never really get too dirty, well obviously, cause we're kinda, like... dead.

I bet he looks hot with his abs all there and what not, I mean not like he's already hot, but imagine. Water, dripping down his bare skin and-

What am I saying?! That's disgusting! He's my best friend!

Eew Les, get a hold of yourself. You're so gross.

I rolled my eyes, and stared at the walls of this lonely room. It was painted a sad beige, and had drawings of different fictional characters. Everything was pretty much the same except for a little paper on the corner of his room. I only saw the corner, but I knew it was something special. I got up walked to the opposite side of the room. I squinted, and tried to look a bit closer, but there was a desk blocking it. I pushed the wooden thing aside, and started a major coughing fit when the dust just wafted in front of my face.