"Now wait a minute, this is ridiculous, and don't sound so excited because you're not staying, so wipe that stupid grin off your face," I said trying to sound brave and bigger than I am. "Leave? Why would I leave?" he said trying to sound all cute and cocky.
"You don't belong here, and you can't stay. This is my room and house now. Meaning no ghosts allowed." I scream. "Honey, you're stuck with me, so get used to it". I wanted to punch him in the face so hard. Who does this kid think he is?
"Okay, if you're going to stay, then we need some ground rules: no going into my bathroom, try not to bother me too much, and don't even try that Edward Cullen crap with watching me sleep at night. Bella was a psycho and that shit won't fly with me," I tell him attempting to be the one in charge.
"Fine! I guess I can follow all those rules, or at least I'll try." Why do I feel like he won't listen to any of my rules? This is going to suck. I thought I got out of the "ghost business" when I left home. Only to arrive here and have my room infested with an annoying, egocentric teenage ghost boy.
"Are you going to tell me your name since you're the one invading my space?" I asked in pure wonder. "The names Elliot, and you would be...?" he said with that fake grin on his face. "My names Gemma, and I would really like my room back, but I guess that's not going to happen now. So we'll just have to make this work.
I needed to get out of here. I was starting to have a panic attack. How could I live day and night with a teenage boy. Okay, so that's probably every girls dream, but not when the kid seems like a jerk and is a ghost.
I mean don't get me wrong this ghost was H-O-T. His hair was just the right length for his semi-baby face. With piercing blue eyes and dirty blond hair he could have any girl fall to his feet. He probably was quite a ladies man when he was still living.
Gemma what the fuck? Get it together! This is the ghost living with you you're thinking and practically drooling about. I really needed to get some fresh air. "I'll be back. Don't touch anything." I said pointing a finger at him so he'd get the point that I wasn't joking.
With that I got up from my bed and high tailed it out of there.
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Teen FictionGemma moves to get away from Ghosts, but what happens when she realizes her new house, specifically her bedroom, is housing it's own interesting guest.
