Stay calm

26

Devin

His lips felt so nice against mine, a mix of sugar and smoke. Our clothes had been forgotten awhile ago. He gently lays me down.

"You ready baby doll?"

*

It's a good thing no one could see us unless we wanted them to. We got walked in on multiple times, but they don't need to know that.
Ricky lay next to me, his breath calming down, black hair all messy. He'd gotten a few more tattoos that I was dying to run my fingers along.

The door creaked open, "Matt." I whisper when he walked in. I my head barely visible since the rest of my body was naked.

"Hey Dev what's up, why are you just a head?"

"Me and Rick had some fun, how are you?"

"Still getting used to the whole my brothers dead but he's a ghost thing."

"It's hard, it'll be ok."

"It's hard cause we're so close, we were constantly glued at the hip, we cuddled and slept together. Now we can't even touch. But you're right, it'll be ok."

You don't seem like you're going to be ok.

Mike walked in, "you two ok?"

"Matt's still upset."

"I'm fine." He walks out.

"Mike, take care of him. He's not taking it well."

*
(Couple weeks later)

Ricky

For the past hour all I've been doing is pestering Angelo, the man has incredible patience.

"Ricky stop knocking stuff off the counter." 

I push mail and watch the papers float to the floor. He sighs and picks them up. Next I began messing with the stove. Much to my surprise it turned on, the flames were much bigger than they should've.

"Ricky turn that down, the foods gonna burn." Not sure how I did it but the flames went down.

Mike was using flour for something so I took a handful and blew it in his face.

"Fuck you." He clearly doesn't have as much patience as Angelo.

I was still learning how to pick up larger and heavier objects. Why not try it now? There was a wooden spoon by the stove that looked easy enough. I got it a few feet before it dropped. I tried and tried until it stayed. Now to practice flying... with heavy objects.

It took awhile but I made it to the ceiling. That was until the spoon fell and landed on Angelos head. Oops.

"Don't make me get Devin!" I rush to pick it up and hand it to him.

"Thank you."

"Ricky." Shit

Devin was standing behind me with his arms crossed.

"Ooh someone's in trouble." I glare at Mike.

"I'm just trying to practice." I give him my best 'im innocent face'.

"Uh huh, is that all you're trying to do?"

"I can't help that I'm a little shit as I've heard many of you call me."

"We say it with love." Angelo defended.

"Yeah I know."

"It's wierd when we can hear but not see you." I appear right in front of Chris scaring the shit out of him.

"Holy shit."  I poke my finger through his stomach.

"Mommy Angelo!"

"Ricky!"

"Yes mommy?"

"Behave yourself."

"But I'm bored."

"C'mon cutie lets go watch tv." Devin pulls me to the couch.

Ghost adventures was on, it was much funnier than before I was dead.

"Show yourself!" I mimicked

"Fkfst."

"Your names James."

"Ydfj."

"You died over there."

"What's so funny?" Asks Matt

"This shows hilarious." He gives us a wierd look before curling up in the big chair across the room.

"Babe get up for a sec."  I sit up from inbetween Devins legs. There was a pool of blood on his chest.

"Are you ok, how'd that happen?"

"I think its you." He sets a hand on the side of my head. "From when Ryan almost knocked you out, does it hurt?"

"I sometimes get headaches but other than that no."

"It's common for this to happen, say you got shot in the head a hole could stay and blood can pour out. Over time you can control when it happens. It's like a scare technique if that's what you want to do. Like when I filled Ryan's tub with slime and shit."

"Cool, although I'm getting blood all over."

"You'll be able to control it eventually, although I can't teach you cause I don't really how I did it."

"So does this mean he can make walls bleed and shit?" Asks Matt.

"It's possible."

"Awesome."

This story will be coming to a close soon. I have a bunch of drafts up for a few other stories so I'll have those up soon.