Cursed

--> Ch. 5 <--

WARNING: A little silly... :D

I just had to write this so you'd know the real Andy. He's such a girl sometimes. Oh, and what dress Reese ends up wearing. >.<

Chapter 5

After the incident earlier, I couldn't help but find a quiet place to just sit and contemplate. I found myself resting in a chair next to my bedroom window, staring silently out into the drizzling weather. Each drop seemed to magnify something different. My feet were tucked under my body, while my hand was supporting my chin.

Marcy could see ghosts just just like me, yet she was still insanely popular. It didn't make sense for a girl like me; it wasn't fair! Ignoring constant voices wasn't something that came naturally. How did she do it?

From the outside looking in, Marcy seemed like the type of girl who focused all her energy on perfecting her features, seeing how much make-up she could cake on her already-pretty face, and finding pieces of clothing that would show off her boobs and butt. Sad, I know. But I was more wrong than I thought I'd ever be. I made a silent vow: I would never again judge a book by its cover.

I mean, really. Who was guessing that that perfect teen could see ghosts? I wasn't. I couldn't seem to grasp the fact that she was really like me before she moved here, to Sarasota. A loner, an outcast, and mentally insane according to fellow students.

I realized, with a sigh, that I had to set aside all of these problematic thoughts, for now at least, to solve the inevitable matter at hand: going on a date with a controlling woman's son. Just the thought of it made me want to scream and pull my hair out.

This was another one of those times where I had to resort to Andy for advice. You'd think that since he died at 12, he would stay 12. Even though his body didn't grow, lucky for me, his knowledge did. So, basically, he had the body of a kid, but a mind of a 18-year-old. I figured that even if I didn't like the fact that a boy, none-the-less a ghost, was helping me, he was the only source I had left; there was no way I would ask my Mom for tips on boys.

I stood up from sitting by the cold, dark window sill, my feet beginning to get freezing despite my body warmth on top of them. It was raining pretty heavy now instead of the slight drizzle from before.

I stood in the center of my room, feeling the soft carpet creep up between my bare toes.

"Andy, this is important. Please come." I had the feeling that when I told Andy what this was all about, he'd think I was crazy. He'd say something like, 'Sorry Reese, but this isn't important at all...' If I had to lie to get him here, then I would.

I heard a bit of shuffling. "You summoned?"

I spun around on my heel to see Andy sitting on my bed staring at me blankly. Yes, he was actually sitting. Most ghosts couldn't do actions like that. Ghosts like him, on the other hand, learned how to use all of their energy to do something as simple as sitting.

"Yes, yes I did." I walked over and sat next to him. "I need your help actually. And, before you say anything, it's not really that important."

He eyed me up, looking skeptical. Then let it go and shrugged. "I have nothing better to do. Hit me."

"I need advice..." I fiddled with my fingers a bit and he waved his hand meaning to offer more details. "...on boys." I finished. He nodded his head slowly like he was a therapist and I was his patient.

"Well, from what I know when I was actually alive, they're all stupid." I smirked at him, not believing a word of it.

He rolled his eyes. "Yes, it's true. Not all boys are those dreamy ones off reality TV with perfect abs, a perfect tan, and perfect hair. They're all so freaking stupid. I don't think I can stress that enough!" His hands were naturally going through motions as he spoke.