Beyond The Grave

(6) Beyond The Grave

There's This Guy. He Lives In My Room. Oh, Yeah, And He's Also A Ghost.

Chapter 6

Taylor's POV

I'm sitting on a bench, down the road from Finns house, waiting for Miles to come back. I'm slightly worried about what Miles's planning. After his cheeky grin this morning, I think I have a right this way. It's so weird, how I've accepted Miles into my life, however strange the circumstances. I'm sitting here this way, when Miles suddenly appears in front of me, looking upset and flustered.

"Miles?" I say, sitting up straight.

"It's Finn," He says, sounding upset. "I... I did something stupid, real stupid, and he... fainted."

"Fainted?"

"Yeah, and he's lying on the kitchen floor. I can't help him. You can. Please."

I sigh. "Fine. Show me the way."

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When we get to the house, the front door is firmly closed.

Miles opens it for me.

I run in.

And there Finn is, curled up on the floor.

I run to him, gently rolling him over, shaking him, saying his name.

No response.

I check he's breathing. He is.

I gently stroke back his silky black hair from his forehead.

I look up at Miles. "What happened?" I ask him.

He motions the counter, but doesn't say anything, his eyes on Finn.

I rise to my feet, and go to the counter. There, on a piece of bread, spelled out in grapes, is the word 'Miles'.

"Oh my GOD, Miles. What are you trying to DO?"

"Trying to show him the truth," Miles mumbles, blushing a deep red.

"Oh, really? Funny, that, because I kind of got the impression you were trying to give him a heart attack!"

"I didn't mean to. And he didn't have a heart attack."

"You better hope he hasn't," I retort.

I'm about to add something else, but then I hear a groan coming from Finns direction.

I kneel down next to his head, biting my lip nervously.

"Finn?" I ask anxiously, and his eyelids flutter, and a couple of seconds later, they open completely.

"You." I says, his voice low and husky, probably from lack of use. "What are you doing in my house?"

Whoops. I hadn't thought of that. "Ummm..." I stall.

He sits up, suddenly. He sways slightly, and a grab his arm, steadying him. He shrugs me off. "It was you, wasn't it?" He says. "You did... that." He points to the counter, where the sandwich is.

"No! It wasn't me, I promise! How could I have? The door was locked." I glare at Miles, who shrugs apologetically, and shrugs.

He looks at me accusingly. "If the door was locked," He says, with venom in his voice, "Then how did you get in?"

Crap.

I take a deep breath. I don't have an excuse, and I don't want to lie. "Miles let me in." I say in a small voice.

"Why don't you just give up?" He asks. "Why don't you stop lying?"

"I don't need to stop lying!" I cry. "I'm not lying in the first place!"

Finn says nothing, just glares.

"Okay," I say. "I'll make a deal. You let me talk to you, and you listen. I won't talk about Miles. We'll prove to you he exsists."

"How can you do that without talking about him?"

"We won't use words," I say with a cheeky grin. "You'll just know." I stop. "Actually, I've changed my mind. I won't talk about Miles as a ghost, but I will talk about him. It'll do you good."

Finn doesn't look convinced. "If you say so,"

"I do."

We sit in silence for a while, until Finn speaks. "This is awkward," He say.

"Yeah," I agree. "I know, I'll tell you a joke!"

He laughs. "Okay."

"Right," I begin. "There's this man, at a gas station. He sees this other man, sat in a car, with two penguins in the back.

"'What are you doing with them?"' The first man asks.

'"Well, I found them this morning, but I just don't know."' The second man answers.

"'Take them to the zoo,"' The first man suggests.

The second man agrees, and drives off. The next day, they the man saw them again, and the two penguins were still in the back.

'"Why didn't you take them to the zoo?"' The man asks.

'"I did,"' the second man answers. '"And we had a great time. Today, we're going to the beach."'

Finn groans, snuffling laughter. "That's awful," He says.

"I know," I say, grinning. "But it made you laugh."

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Hey! It me again! I'm laughing so hard, because when i was writing the name of the story, i accidentally put:

There's This Guy. He Lives In My Room. Oh, Yeah, And He's A Goat.

Looligan.

Love ya!

WickedLovely

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