It's been two weeks since I've been here and things are starting to get better. I was sitting down on my bed, watching all Rush Hour movies with a bag of Sour Patch Kids. I haven't eaten those things since I was little.
Evan has been exercising for the past hour now. I'm suprised he's not tired. I'd probably look like a dead horse if I did that. He was doing push ups.
"Evan, come watch the movie with me." I said. "I don't feel like watching a movie Mila." I shut my computer and sighed. "Are you okay?" I told him.
"Never felt more alive." he said with a smirk. I glared at him with my head tilted to the side. "Well while you're here being all glum, I'm going to go out." I said getting out of bed.
I went over to the huge closet infront of me and stepped inside. I picked out a cropped white tee, light blue skinny jeans that hugged my thighs, a black leather jacket with a grey hoodie, and black combat boots.
I stepped out of the closet and saw Evan sitting at the edge of the bed. I stood next to him and leaned over to tie my shoes. "You look hot." he stated. A small blush crept onto my cheeks. "Thanks, I guess." I said.
"Do you wanna come with me?" I asked hoping he'd say yes. "Mila, I think you're forgetting that I'm a ghost. I'm pretty sure people would think you're some crazy lunatic, talking to yourself." he explained.
"Oh. Yeah, sorry. I forget sometimes, I don't know, you just feel so real" I told him. "I am real." he said with a deep chuckle. "You knew what I meant." I rolled my eyes.
I grabbed my phone and keys, and waved goodbye. It was true, Evan felt so real. Like part of him was still alive.
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Fading Away
Teen FictionI'm Mila Woods and I'm 19 years old. My friends say I'm different then other people, well I have to admit I'm quite extraordinary. See, here's the thing, I'm friends with a ghost. I know, not something you hear everyday. Well it's true. Now when I...
