Ghost// Joshler

Chapter 1- A Burrito Story

It's winter. The coldest time of the year here in Columbus. I don't mind though. I love winter. I enjoy the heavy jackets. The Christmas season. The sound the snow makes as it crunches under my feet while walking home from the park. The chill in the air. It's nice.

Before I go home, I enjoy going to the old music store. Just to look around, see all the new and old stuff. Music has always been there for me. Through all my tough times. Especially after my parents died in the a car crash. Imagine if your older brother had to raise you and your two younger siblings. Thank god I'm old enough to live by myself.

I walk through the front door of the music store, looking at the things I usually scan for. The records are in the front. Instruments in the back. Jenna is probably restocking the CDs. I look around the records trying to see if there is anything new. I mostly see the same things as usual. Arctic monkeys, beetles, my chemical romance, fall out boy, Elvis. I'm startled by someone saying my name

"TYLER!"

"Woah sorry Jenna. I was thinking about something"

"Yeah. It's fine. How are you?"

"I'm alright. I just wanted to stop by"

"Well we did get some new records" she said, before going to the back getting them. I look at her surprised because the music shop didn't usually get new music that much. But when it does, it's probably the greatest thing you've ever heard. Jenna said that there were five albums that were delivered. "I guess these guys have been recording since for eleven years. Their name is like Crisis at the party or something". I look at her confused "Jenna" I laugh "do you mean Panic! At the disco?" Suddenly her face completely lit up "YEAH THEM". I burst out laughing from her mistake. Jenna was probably my first friend ever. We did kind of drift apart after she went to college. Now she works here and It hasn't been the same. It doesn't bother me much but sometimes I do miss the old times. After I finished laughing for what felt like ten minutes, she brought out the records for me.

"Oh damn"

"What"

I smiled evilly "That lead singer is fricking hot dude". She burst in laughs "Of coarse you think that. HES MARRIED THOUGH SADLY". I shake my head in disappointment "To who? How could he resist?" I say whiling winking which just caused her to laugh harder "Some guy named Ryan" Jenna says "let me show you. tHERE ARE ADORABLE TOGETHER. SERIOUSLY. I GOT CURIOUS AND LOOKED THEM UP AND SCREAMED" she shows me a picture of Ryan and Brendon. I squeak a little "ok damn. Ryan is hot too". "YEAH I KNOW"

~15 minutes pass~

I looked up from my phone for a second "woah Jenna it's getting kinda late I've been here for almost thirty minutes. I should probably get going". She looks back at me frowning "I'll be back again I promise". "YOUR BARELY AROUND" she exclaimed. "Sorry there's stuff I take care of at home" I say biting my lip. "Well bye Jenna" I weakly smile. "Bye Tyler" she waves.

I walk out the door and instantly the cold air hits me. I should honestly use my car more but I usually use my bike or walk or something besides a car. I don't like using a car that much though. I mean being trapped in a small space for however long you need to travel. Sounds like hell. My thoughts go in a complete different direction and before I know it I'm walking up the stairs inside the apartment building. I pull my keys out of my pocket and open the door. I don't have a super complex apartment. Besides the room have dedicated to my music And the living room that has my paintings hung on the walls. I take off my jacket and hang them up before going to the fridge and grabbing myself a microwaveable burrito.

"Hey josh. I'm home" I say to him as I set the burrito in the microwave. Suddenly, black smoke rushes into the dining room. I don't usually talk about him much. Mostly because I'm scared that people will think I'm insane. Secondly because, Josh doesn't think it's a good idea and he's scared people will make fun of me. But Josh is my best friend. No matter what. Dead or alive. I look over to see my best friend sitting on the table. That's where my black jeans went. Dammit Josh. I wanted to wear those today. "Hey ty. Look I dyed my hair" I look closer at his head to see a bright head of pink. I walk over pat his head "sick". Josh smiled "as frick". I kept petting Josh's head. He must've thought I was high or something cause he was giving me a strange look until I looked at his eyes.

He had the most perfect chocolate brown eyes. I honestly loved everything about him. I loved his chocolate eyes, his dyed hair, the way his eyes kinda close when he smiles, and not to talk about his perfect lips. I could talk all day about how much I love him and- my thoughts are interrupted by the beeping of the microwave. I look away quickly. Josh probably doesn't like me the same way anyway. We've known each other for over a year now. But I never told him I loved him. Plus, not to mention the fact that he's already dead. I mean he's a ghost. So I don't know how that would work. I run over to the microwave and try to grab my burrito. I burn my hand on the fucking food and scream. Josh bursts out laughing. He's trying to calm down but it's obviously not working. Well at least he tried. Let's be honest, he didn't try. After he calmed down he offers help. I shake my head while running my hand under cold water. He gets off the table and without even using oven mits, he grabs the burrito without showing emotion. Josh laughs even more when I flip him off and tell him to put the burrito on the table.

After cooling off my hand, Josh made sure the food was cool enough to eat. I took a bit and realized this burrito was worth it. "This is what I live for". Josh acted like he was offended "I thought you lived for me. I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME?!?!" I start laughing like crazy. "I do I promise" I say between giggles. Josh got up and made himself a burrito and we just sat there and talked. I love it when we just talk. It's probably the best thing ever.

We finish our food and I take his plate over to the sink. I wash the dishes like normal because Josh is so fucking lazy. I dry off the counters and walk back over to where Josh is. I look around for a few seconds trying to find him, them look up and see him floating around. I love when does that. Cause when he goes throughout the apartment you could see a faded black smoke trail behind him. The black really looks cool with his new hair. Pink is my favorite he does.

After floating for what felt like forever, he came down and sat crisscross on the table, rubbing the back of his neck. I noticed his discomfort "Are you ok? You were fine before. What's wrong jish?" He turns away from me whipping his cheek. He thinks I don't notice. But I definitely do. "Josh. Come on. What's wrong. You know you could tell me anything" he looks at me for a second "I'm just tired I guess. I don't know. I'll be back tomorrow morning and make us breakfast. Ok?" He started floating away. "Wait" I grab his hand "can we talk?" He stopped. "Can we talk tomorrow. Please" I sigh. " I guess. Be careful. I care about you" he turned and gave me a weak smile "I'll see you tomorrow. And if you need me at all tonight just call. I'll be here faster than you could say chulapa" I giggle. "Ok thank you jish. Your the best friend I've ever had" I could've sworn he blushed but I'm probably thinking it. It probably didn't happen.

And like that, Josh was a disappearing cloud of black smoke

I hope he's ok.

I need him to be ok

(A.N. This felt like it took forever to write. But it really didn't. ANYWAY I REALLY HOPE PEOPLE READ THIS OR I WILL CRY. LOVE YOU ALL ~Lily)