He has messy brown hair and large green eyes, like grapes about to burst. Hands down he is one of the most attractive males I have ever seen. His cheeks are slightly flushed and he looks annoyed, like I interrupted an important moment. Something is slightly off about him but I can't quite figure out what it is.
"Who are you" he talks extremely slow, as if he thinks speaking the words too fast would cause them to break.
"Brooke. What are you doing in my bedroom?"
I feel that I should be more alarmed than I am. There's just something about this boy that calms me.
"Well Brooke, I think you are mistaken. This has been my bedroom for the past few decades. But you are welcome to stay with me if you'd like"
Past few decades? He looks two years older than me at most, certainly not a few decades.
"I won't be staying with anyone. This is my house so I think you should leave."
"I wish it was that easy but you see Brooke, it's not."
"What do you mean"
"I'll let you figure that out."
I'll let you figure that out. Figure what out?
"I don't know who you think you are but I won't be figuring anything out."
This is an interesting start to my new life. I haven't been here for 5 minutes, yet I already have a headache.
I turn away from the mysterious boy to pull a bottle of pain relievers out of my purse.
"The door is that way if you haven't figured it o-"
My sentence is cut short as I turn around and he is no longer there. I never even heard him get off of the old, squeaky the bed.
I'm glad he left without any trouble. A boy is the last thing I need to be worrying about right now.
I spend the rest of the day unpacking. By late afternoon I have everything except a box of dishes and silverware unpacked. I decide to go out for dinner. I slip my shoes on and walk out the front door. As I go down the front steps all I'm paying attention to is trying to dig my keys out of this completely unorganized purse. When I find them I look up and freeze. There he is. The boy from earlier. I realize that I walked right through him.
The look on my face tells it all. I am beyond confused. What just happened? I probably look like I've seen a ghost.
GHOST?
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the only one // h.s
Fanfiction"she looked at him like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time" the only problem is - he can see the sun, but it can't see him.
