"Shut up David." Schaley says. Recently, me and Allie have been introduced to this ghost that goes into her body. I mean, it's unbelievable at first, but I guess I've gotten used to it.
"Shay, where exactly is David?" I ask. I just wanna know as much as possible, I guess.
"David's right here," she says, pointing at herself, "Hello."
Me and Allie look at each other, like we can tell what the other is thinking.
"Hi?" Allie says.
"So y'all are the ones I was texting last night?" Shay–err–David asks.
"Yeah–" me and Allie say at the same time. We've developed on what we think is telepathy.
"Huh. Okay. Hello!" David says.
"Hi– again?" I say. It's kinda awkward , considering we've only met him by text, and we have no idea what he looks like, and that's he's in one of my best friends body's–does that sound weird or-- what doesn't? I look at the time on my phone.
"Crap guys, gotta head back to my apartment! See y'all–well text you tonight, see y'all tomorrow?" I ask.
"Yeah!" Allie says, louder then she expected.
"Why do you have to leave? Shay never tells me ANYTHING." David asks.
"I have four dogs to feed, and I have to finish up on a few things for my room since I just moved to a new apartment ." I say.
" Okay. See ya!" David says as Allie chimes in on the "see ya".
"Bai!" I say, running as fast as I can to my car.
When I get home, I flip down onto my couch. Xavier, my mutt, comes, and joins me.
"Where's your siblings, bud? " I ask him. Just then, Teddy and Rowdy come in with the toy I bought the dogs last weekend. "Hi guys!" I say.
Teddy is a Pembroke Welsh Corgi, Rowdy is a beagle, and Rescue, who is most likely is sleeping, is a St. Bernard.
"Are you guys hungry?" I ask them, which they all look up and tilt their heads at. I got up and I went to their food bowls, which was completely empty, and filled it up.
They all scrambled to the food bowls and started eating.
"Speaking of food, I'm kind of hungry myself." I say as I walk I to the fridge looking at its contents. "Right, I have nothing much in here..." I mumble once more as I look at all the boxes I have left to unpack.
I heave a deep sigh and close the fridge door and walk away from it.
I lean onto the kitchen counter, propping my elbows on it and my chin on the palms of my hands. Ghosts controlling one of my friends...I chuckled at the thought of it and how unrealistic it sounded.
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Ghosts- Conflict and Love
RomanceA story about best friends and their stories with ghosts. Enjoy, see you soon! We own everything except you.
