Ghost Boy (Lams)

The Towel

John entered Alex's room just to catch the click of another door closing at the other end of the room. John gazed around in awe, admiring the poetry and photos pinned up on the wall above his desk. Alex's book shelves displayed more books that John had ever even read in his life.

His eyes wandered and the spied Alex's bed, feeling a slight blush crawl up onto his cheeks. That's where Alexander slept. He didn't plan on watching Alex sleep, no, no way. Should he? No, no that's too much stalking for one day, maybe he could fly to the aquarium and swim with turtles. Actual goals.

John turned to step forward but tripped over Alex's backpack, stumbling a little before catching himself on Alex's desk, his whole body tingling strangely. What the fuck? He tripped? He was touching the desk? He was intangible...????????????

John slowly reached a hand out to grab a book, but his hand continued to travel right through the desk. He pulled back, rubbing his cold wrist with a frown. He could do this on command, surely. He made his spit glow for fuck's sake. Caspar his ass.

John clenched his teeth and tried to imagine a normal hand, able to lift the book. He reached out again, but his hand flew through the desk once more.
"Fuck this," he muttered with a slight growl, lifting his foot to kick the desk, but his leg swung right through and he threw himself onto his back with a squeak of surprise.

John slowly sat up, rubbing his head with a groan when his attention was snapped to the door Alex had disappeared behind. The hiss of a shower turning on caught his attention. Oh hell yeah. A mischievous smile danced on John's lips as he scrambled to his feet, creeping towards the bathroom door with a slight bounce in his step.

He didn't really need to creep, being invisible and all, but he still couldn't help feeling extremely antsy, honestly you would too if your full-time-crush was naked behind this door.

John closed his eyes and took a few slow breaths of preparation. He was doing this. This was happening. Holy shit holy shit holy shit.

He giggled like a little girl at christmas before slapping a hand over his mouth, cautiously reaching a hand out to the door. His arm slipped through and he smirked under the hand still clamped over his mouth, proceeding to step into the bathroom.

The glass shower walls were already foggy, and Alex had a towel thrown over the door, hanging precariously. John could see Alex's bare silhouette behind the steamy glass and instantly felt his cheeks ignite with a furious blush.

He was in Alexander Hamilton's bathroom. While he was showering.

John reached up to pinch himself, but didn't feel any pain. He panicked for a moment before remembering he was a ghost and sighing. Blonde moment.

John examined the scene and grinned evilly when a plan formulated in his smutty little mind, but it was going to take some hard work. He could do this.

He slowly stepped forward and reached a hand out, squeezing his eyes shut and concentrating really hard. He felt a slight tingling in his hand and opened his eyes to see his hand was slightly less... opaque. He grabbed the towel with a triumphant smile and smoothly tugged it off the door, but as he lost concentration the towel fell through his hand to the floor.

Alex groaned inside the shower, washing soap off his hands before opening the glass door. Alex leaned his dripping wet torso out to grab the towel and John instantly felt like he was going to pass out. It was like a heart attack and an orgasm at once, orgasm because god damn he was hot omg omg and heart attack because Alex was looking right at him.

John stared right back at Alex. They held their stare for a moment before Alex spoke up.
"What the fuck man?! How'd you get in here?" He yelped in horror, snatching up the towel and ducking back into the shower.

John's eyes widened in horror.
"WHAT?!"
"I asked you a fucking questio- never mind get out! Out!" Alex yelled, tucking the towel around his waist hastily inside the shower.

John didn't have to be told twice, he spun around with a squeak of fear, launching up to zip through the door but slamming straight into it. He fell backwards with a groan, throwing his hands over his face.
"Stupid fucking-"
"It would probably help if you opened the door." Alex deadpanned, peeking out the shower door.
"What ghost actually uses doors?" John shot back with an accusing squint.

"Ghos- oh fuck." Alex muttered, gripping the shower door handle with white knuckles. "You're the dead kid."
"No shit sherlock," John hissed, slowly floating to his feet. When he glanced at Alex he registered what was going on and immediately snapped out of his sassy attitude. "Shit, I-I'm so sorry," he muttered, backing away towards the door. "I'll go, yep, I'm out,"

And with that he whizzed right through the bathroom door.
"No wait!" Alex yelped, jumping out of the shower and hurriedly opening the bathroom door. "John, was it?"

John stopped midair and slowly spun around, glancing at Alex with wide eyes.
"You know my name? Never mind that- how can you see me?"

"Of course I know your name, you're the nerd that sits on the rock at the end of the bridge every day, who got himself killed by riding too fast." Alex shrugged, ignoring the second question.

John blushed a little with an utterly stunned expression. He noticed?

No John, shut down the crush-business. He can see you, nobody else can.
"Y-yeah th-that's me, but seriously, h-how are you seeing me right now?"

Alex pressed his lips into a thin line and gazed up at John with hollow eyes.
"I see dead people."