Beyond The Grave

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

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I'm sorry I didn't post this yesterday, but I was at my Nan's house, and they don't have internet.

I actually wrote this yesterday, but as I couldn't use the internet, I couldn't post it.

So, to make up for it, I'm posting two chapters today!

Yay, go me!!!

I want to thank you all for your votes, but the voting isn't over yet.

I've counted the votes so far, and Miles is far, far ahead!

Not that I mind, of course, because I lurve Miles.

Anyway, that's enough babbling from me, on with the story!!!

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

Chapter 15

Taylor's POV

I have this weird feeling today.

I really can't describe it.

I feel cold, kind of, and I keep shivering, even though the temperature is up real high.

I feel like someone is watching me, and I know that it's not Finn, as he is totally engrossed in his holiday planning.

I feel really unsettled, and I have no reason to be.

It's insane.

I sigh, and attempt to take my mind off it.

I glance at Finn.

(Authors note: I'm really sorry, I know I described Finn with blonde hair, but he actually has black hair! Miles is the blonde one. Sorry!)

I have to admit, he looks adorable.

His black hair flopped over his forehead, and his eye brows were furrowed, and he was gently biting his lip in concentration.

But he's not Miles.

A few months ago, I asked Finn for a recent picture of Miles that I could have.

He dug out the best one he could, and now it's framed, sitting on my bedside table.

If it freaks Finn out, he doesn't say so.

In the picture, Miles is on Finn's boat, grinning.

The picture was actually taken on the day he died.

It's weird, despite the difference in hair colour, Miles and Finn look so alike.

The both have chocolate eyes, framed in thick black lashes, and lightly tanned skin.

They're both tall, and well muscled.

Miles's blond hair is floppy, much like Finns.

They both have-

God, I'm doing it again.

Always comparing them.

Always mistaking one for the other, even though their personalities are not much alike.

Like this morning.

I can't, just can't, believe I did that!

I just do that without thinking, sometimes, get the two mixed up.

But I don't normally say it out loud, like I did today.

I'm such an idiot.

I read over Finn's shoulder.

God, does he really have to be so organised?

Seriously?

I shiver.

I'm getting that tingly feeling again, but this time it's on my cheek, for some reason.

I rub at my cheek, and it goes away.

I lower my hand.

A few minutes later, it comes back, and this time it trails up from my jaw, and traces round my eye.

Well, there it is!!!!

I tried to make it longer, but I don't think I did, so sorry. :(

But at least you got it, right?

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