Just A Ghost [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter EighteenneethgiE retpahC

dedicated to Yandere_Donut cuz i said i would and your profile pic omfg

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should i call you hoes

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media: For You (Everyone's Out to Get Me) by Get Scared

enJoY the gAy

Jonathan

I drop Sock off at his classroom before making my way (downtown) to mine, which Sock had previously pointed out to me. 

My first class?

AP Statistics. How does- why the fu- ARgHhhhGGg

Keep calm, Jonathan, Sock just had a panic attack, let's not make two in one day.

I whistle as I make my way (downtown) to the Math/Science building. Why? The hell if I know. For some reason, even though my boyfriend (I still giggle every time I think it) just had an anxiety attack, my mind is clear. I literally am thinking of nothing. This is made obvious when I walk into the wall (right next to the door I might add), taking my mind off...not thinking?

Okay, is this how it feels to be with the person you want to be with the most? Daydreaming all the time? And of nothing?

If so, I'm so fucking happy. Ever since what happened back home, my mind had been a mess, always full of rubbish. But, now, now I feel free of all the shit that's been piled onto my shoulders lately. It's liberating.

~*~

"Sock. Babe. Baby. Nap. Leon. Chow. Errrr, Fred!"

"Time! Wait- Fred?" Sock asks with a confused expression on his face. We're trying to see how many pet names I could come up with for him in ten seconds. 

"The orange tabby in Neko Atsume?"

"Neko...Asuma?" Sock tries saying the word, tilting his head cutely.

What the- no we can get passed this. "Y-You haven't played Neko Atsume?"

"Dude, I don't have a cell phone," my boyfriend deadpans.

Okay, he has a great excuse. "Oh, right." 

Sock and I are currently sitting on his bed, in his room, in hIS FOSTER HOME. TOTALLY NOT EXCITED. Oh, and we're "doing our project for school". But let's be honest here. If it weren't for the fact that Sock hasn't met his "adorable" roommate Izumi, we'd be all over each other. But apparently, Sock is shy -he was so fucking cute when he explained to me why we couldn't suck face- so we're just here, on a bed, trying to entertain ourselves.

And not exactly failing yet.

Out of nowhere, while Sock was being his adorable self and trying to measure the size of our hands, the door swung open, and, I mean, by no means was it loud or harsh, but of course, my tiny, cute, little boyfriend squeaks and falls to the floor at the sudden interruption.

"Oh, I-I'm sorry! I didn't m-mean to st-startle you!" Oh my gods, Sock's new group head was right. My love's new roommate is just downright adorable. With eyes coloured a purple-yellow mix that clashes but somehow works, a timid, heart shaped face to go with his small stature, all with his blond hair that covers his frightened face, this boy can turn any guy gay.

Sock looks a bit disoriented, but surprisingly, he recovers quickly, and before I know it, he's up and in front of the small(er) boy, holding a friendly hand out for him to shake. "Oh, don't worry about it, I'm just easily scared," Sock starts cheerfully. "My name is Napoleon, but you can call me Sock. You must be Izumi!"

"O-Oh," Izumi mutters, smiling softly at Sock. "H-Hi, I'm Izumi, nice to m-meet you!" he says with a light bow of his head. The petite blond shakily grabs hold of Sock's hand and gives it an almost unnoticeable shake.