The Boy With Green Eyes

Chapter 12: Let It Go

Again, like my other story PBTR, this has been forever since I uploaded! And i apologise, please forgive me :) I've had a ton on, plus a bunch of writer's block :( But here is the next instalment, hope you all love it <3 it's one of my favourite chapters so far!

PS unedited

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"Here comes the Brodester!"

He slid on his socks along the hall as he entered my house, arms up in the air and a big goofy grin on his face. I had been youtubing on my laptop in the lounge room, simply raising an eyebrow as he entered.

"Who the fuck calls you that?" I questioned him seriously. I mean, who did call him that?

His grin dropped slightly and a light pink hue tinged his face and the tips of his ears. "No one. I thought I'd try out a new nickname."

"Yeahhhh, no."

He scrunched his nose up at my straight up rejection before traipsing over to sit beside me on the couch. Placing his ankle on his opposite knee, he made himself comfortable. It was still so odd that he was dead. He wasn't living anymore. Yet here he was, sitting on my couch. I was able to touch him, smell him, talk to him. It was all so strange. I quietly observed him. He was wearing a green plaid top with grey shorts. Brown hair all messed up artfully as most boys managed to do these days. Wait, where did he get the new clothes?

"Stop checking me out sweetheart. I know I'm delicious, but I have my girl. And you want Tom soooo…" He trailed off. I cleared my own throat and regained my composure.

"I was simply wondering where you got your new clothes from. I mean it's a nice change from the footy gear but still."

He artfully brushed off imaginary dust from his shoulders and shrugged. "Tom loaned me some stuff. Figured I should maybe wear some normal clothes for once."

Tom. Right.

I honestly had no idea what Amity or Tom had been up to all day. Actually. Not a clue. And I totally didn't care either. Nope…

Changing the subject, I went on to tell Brody of the mentor session I'd just had with his younger brother. His face lit up and he looked so proud of Jake. Pissed off when I mentioned the bullies, but otherwise happy. He pushed me to pinky promise him to tell him about every time I see Jake. Which I was already planning to anyway, but it seemed to give him peace of mind.

"So….."

I looked away from the microwave at Brody, quirking an eyebrow. "What?"

He gripped one elbow with the opposite hand and stared at the ground. "How are we going to help Josie?"

Oh yeah.

And speak of the devil and they shall appear. Except Josie wasn't the devil. She was actually quite a wonderful person both alive and in death. Her stunning form appeared in my kitchen, removed of the disguises from earlier. Her hair was now out, shaped artfully around her face, makeup applied perfectly, accenting her cheekbones. Wearing cut-off denim shorts and a midriff top, her perfect little cheerleader body was on full display; Brody checked her out the little pervert.

"Speaking of me now, were we?" Her voice had a melodic lilt to it, one that entranced the crowds of Montgomery High back before the accident. She smiled amicably at me and I returned it, kind of relieved  I got to see her again. She was just one of those people who everyone loved because they were genuinely one of the best people you'll ever meet.