Short P.I.E Stories

No Friends?

*So this is kinda part two of A Monster..., it takes place about three years later. Ghost is 10 years old and Jimmy has been in his head this whole time. Shout-out to wannaknowmysecret1 for helping me come up with this, you earned a cookie!*

Ghost's P.O.V

"I'm not a ghost!" Jimmy shouted in my mind, sounding irritated and more sane than usual. This ghost, demon, whatever he is, has been in my head for three years. Him and my mom always tell me that ghosts aren't real, but there's no other way to explain him... He's not a part of me, I'm not like him...

"Ghostie!" he yelled, bringing me back from my thoughts, "You passed it!"

"Why are you helping me?" I thought back at him, a trick I had learned last year.

"Cause I wanna prove you wrong!" he returned, snickering, "I am not a ghost!"

I sighed, knowing he wanted to argue and chose to ignore him. He always finds my anger funny, being crazy as he is. I turned around and saw the house I was looking for, a large house, but not quite a mansion. It was a nice house and pretty old, I liked it.

I had come to this house for help finding proof that Jimmy was in fact a ghost. This was the home of Johnathan Toast, a paranormal investigator, and his family.

"Let's do this," I muttered under my breath, and knocked on the door.

"Stop talking to yourself Ghostie, someone might think you're crazy!" Jimmy taunted. I ignored him, and a boy about 2 years older than me opened the door.

He had neat black hair and bright blue eyes, slightly darker than my own. He wore fancy clothes, a white shirt and a pair of dark grey dress pants, with black shoes that looked like they had been shined.

"What do you want, kid?" he asked with a British accent, seeming tired and annoyed with me, even though we just met.

Toast's P.O.V

The kid just looked at me, not sure what to say. He was about two years younger than me, and probably 3 inches shorter. He wore a worn out grey hoodie and a pair of jeans, like a hoodlum, with cheap sneakers. His brown hair was a mess, and his blue eyes were like mine but lighter.

"Well, spit it out, " I told him, sounding grumpier than intended, but I wasn't about to apologize to him. Just because we were new in town didn't mean I had to be nice, at least not to him.

"I-I'm Johnny Ghost, and I'm here to talk to Johnathan Toast, " he managed to get out. "I have a problem that he might be able to help with."

"Come on then," I told him, gesturing inside, "It's chilly out there, and a it's causing a draft."
He followed reluctantly, and I yelled for my father, "Some kid wants you!"

"I'll be there in a few minutes, Johnny! I have a call!" he yelled back.

Great, I thought, I'm stuck with this loser. I glared at the kid- Ghost -and asked, "What's your business with my father?"

He jumped, startled and mumbled "I have a ghost problem..." looking embarrassed.

"Really?" I doubted this kid had a problem, he probably just wanted my father's autograph or something. "My father has more important things to do than deal with this bull."

Ghost, if that's his name, sounds fake, just glared at me. "I have a real problem you snob! I don't need to explain myself to you!" he shouted suddenly.

"Why don't you go back to your friends and tell them you couldn't get the autograph?" I yelled back, furious that he had dared yell at me in my own home. I hated this stupid kid.

Ghost's P.O.V

Why didn't he believe me? I had a real problem and just acted like a spoiled brat!

"Let me handle this!" Jimmy practically screamed in my head. "I can make him shut up real fast!" I fought him to keep control, this guy was getting on my nerves.

"I don't have any friends!" I screamed, then covered my mouth. I couldn't believe this... Toast... had pushed me so far, I never yelled. I got scared, and scolded Jimmy in my head, "Leave me alone! I never yelled before you came around!"

"Me? That was all you Ghostie," he laughed, "You must really hate him..."

"No friends?" Toast teased, "I'm not surprised." He laughed, as if something funny had popped into his head. "It's a good thing only me and my father are home, my mother would have killed us both, she hates arguing." He laughed again, "My father probably can't even hear us over his phone."

"I wish I couldn't hear you either," I growled. "I just wanna talk to your dad about something."

I must have made him really mad, because he picked me up by the neck of my hoodie and hissed in my face,"Listen kid, I don't know or care what your problem is, but I want nothing to do with it!"

With that he put me down and walked away, leaving me to my thoughts. "Ooh, he's feisty!" Jimmy laughed.

"Shut up," I said out loud, a sign I was very upset, "Just shut up." I watched the boy go.

About 5 minutes later, a man came around the corner of one of the halls. He looked a lot like that boy only older with a touch of grey in his hair. Had to be his dad.

"Yes?" he asked, his voice gentle, but also sounding like the boy. "You have a problem?"

"Yes, you see... "

"Go ahead Ghostie, tell him our secret!"

*This is longer than I thought, so I'll continue it in another chapter! Sorry about the minor cliffhanger!*