December 17th, 2013
Ghost set his mug down on the table, gazing at the TV. A rerun of Home Alone was playing on the TV, and Ghost was watching it while drinking his mug of hot cocoa that Toast had made him. Toast had gone out to shop for Christmas things, and Ghost had a feeling Toast was doing it so he wouldn't have to face Ghost, and Ghost couldn't blame him. Ever since Ghost had returned from his mother's, he and Toast had been acting rather awkward around each other. Of course Ghost knew exactly why, and he blushed thinking about it. Ghost focused on the movie, laughing to himself as the two robbers passed by the boy hiding in plain sight. Ghost drank more of his hot cocoa, licking his lips in satisfaction as he wiped his mouth with a napkin. There was a bowl of Mrs. Casket's cookies that Ghost had brought home, and he munched on a chocolate chip cookie from the bowl. His mother was an excellent baker, especially when it came to cookies. She had actually admitted to teaching Toast how to bake while Ghost had been away all those years. Mrs. Casket loved to teach people how to bake, and she didn't mind how bad someone was. In her mind, nothing was impossible for someone and anything could be achieved through hard work and sacrifice. That's what her father had taught her. Mrs. Casket had even taught Ghost a bit on how to cook food for himself, enough to where he could actually fix some pretty decent food for himself. Of course, he usually had Toast cook for him either way. Toast was an incredible cook, despite the stereotypes of English food. Although, Toast did attribute some of his skills to the fact that he was raised mostly in America and not England, so he was raised eating traditional American food and food from multiple cultures as well.
Ghost finished his hot cocoa and put his mug in the sink. Once he did that, he washed his hands and went to sit back on the couch, casting his worries aside as he watched the movie. And as he laid relaxed, shadows moved around the side of the house.
Toast looked around the store, grabbing a few presents off the shelves. He had decided to buy some presents for his sisters, despite the fact that he hardly ever saw them. He had picked out a soft fuzzy blanket and pearl bracelet for Jinny, and a Percy Jackson book and a gold necklace for Jenny. He walked up to the cash register, where a rather small woman was working. She nervously glanced at Toast as she scanned his items and stuffed them away into bags. She then handed him his bags as he paid, and bid him a quiet goodbye as he left. He drove home, where he saw the door left ajar. Confused, he brought all of his purchases inside and placed them on his bed before searching for Ghost, who was gone. Panicking, Toast ran outside, calling Ghosts name. He searched until 2 in the afternoon, when he decided to take a nap after tiring himself out searching. He tossed and turned for nearly half an hour before falling into a fitful sleep.
Toast woke up at 5 that evening and began to search once more.
He screamed and yelled Ghost's name, marching through the woods and the fields, over rivers and stones and grass and branches. He yelled until his throat was dry and his lips were cracked.
He searched until 9 that night, when he decided to return home and continue his search the next day. As he walked up the driveway, he saw Ghost laying on the front porch, bloody and bruised. Toast frantically opened the door and took Ghost inside, where he cleaned his wounds and wrapped bandages around them. Ghost had been shot four times, stabbed twice and had multiple bruises and lacerations on his arms, legs, stomach and chest; it was as though someone had used him as a punching bag. Toast rendered it a miracle that Ghost was still alive at all. The bullet wounds had all seemed to come from a revolver, and none of them were through-and-throughs. Toast extracted the bullets from all of the wounds, tossing them into the trash can. Toast then decided to examine each wound Ghost had.
The deeper of the two stab wounds was almost 2 inches deep, and Toast had stitched it shut and cleaned it, wrapping a bandage neatly over it. Toast spent an hour cleaning each wound, stitching the worst ones and wrapping bandages over them all. Finally, at 11 that night, Toast fell asleep on the floor, too exhausted to even move to his bed. Ghost laid unconscious on the couch, his hand falling over the couch and nearly touching Toast's face as he slept. The two slept peacefully, as the night passed slowly.
Watch out for the next chapter cuz something's gonna happen
YOU ARE READING
Through Heaven and Hell (Ghost x Toast)
FanficJohnny Ghost and Johnny Toast have been friends since they were kids. They were almost always by each other's sides. But now, things are different. The year is 2013. Ghost finally comes back after a solid 5 year absence. And upon his arrival, Toast...
