They all stood around the gravesite in the pouring rain as the coffin was lowered, his name becoming more clear as it went down.
Nick remembered the news like it was yesterday. Which it actually was.
"Tommy, in the line of action, was shot. After 2 days of hospitalization, he passed away. We're sorry."
Nick tightened his grip on his umbrella, and could feel the tears running down his cheeks. Nick loved Tommy, and Tommy said that he'd tell him his actual feelings when he got back. Though, he kissed Nick as a 'hint'.
After words and stories about Tommy were shared, the grave was finally filled, and Nick left a rose on the grave. "Goodbye, Tommy. Guess I'll never know your true feelings." Nick turned away from the grave, and began to walk back over to his friends when somebody put a hand on his shoulder.
"You're Nick, correct?" Nick turned around to look at Tommy's mother. He nodded, and she pulled out two discs from her purse. "Tommy wanted you to have these..."
"Oh, t-thank you." Nick looked at the discs in his hands. One was labeled "1" and the other "2".
Tommy's mother smiled, then allowed Nick to go back to his friends. They all had something Tommy apparently wanted them to have.
For Cory, a really nice camera. For Ashlie, an old pair of boots that surpringly would fit her. For Uni, crayons. For Jon and Dawn, more boots.
Nick looked down at the two discs. Did these just contain music? Or something more?
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When Nick got home, he went straight to his laptop. He logged onto it, and put in the first disc. It loaded up, and it showed Tommy, sitting in a chair.
"Hey, Nick. It's me. If you're watching this, I guess I got my stupid ass killed. Heh. But, listen, I'm recording this message for you to tell you that I love you. Now, I didn't say 'loved' because even in death I love you, alright? You were the light of my life, a-and you really kept me going."
Nick wiped his tears away from his eyes and ran a hand through his hair.
"I'm really sorry if I never told you before I died, it was because I was either too stubborn, or because I-I was afraid of hurting you. Nick, listen. With the second disc, I want you to find something that plays audio. Not your laptop or TV. Like, a portable CD player or a radio."
"I wish my stupid ass didn't die, because then I would come home, swoop you off your feet and give you the best damn kiss of your life. We'll figure out a way to be together though, alright? Have you ever wanted to date a ghost?"
Then it ended. Date a ghost, huh? Nick heard his doorbell, and got up. He made sure to wipe his face with his sleeves before answering the door.
"Ah, hello Nick," It was the mailman. "Here's a package for you, and uh, sorry about the loss of your friend." Nick took the package gently, and thanked him.
He shut the door once the mailman left, and sat down on the couch, the package him his lap. Nick opened it slowly, taking his time cutting the tape and lifting the-
Inside was a radio. And a dog tag. Tommy's dog tag. Nick picked it up and examined it. It was cleaned recently, meaning...
Nick shrugged off the thought, and put on the dog tag. If Tommy wanted him to have it, he'd make sure to wear it.
He picked up the radio and set it down. Tommy did mention a radio in the video. Did Tommy know he was going to die?
Nick went and got the second disc, then put it in the radio.
Then Nick realized he needed to plug it in, so he grabbed the cord and went to plug it in, when...
"Nick? Can you hear me?" The radio suddenly spoke, or, Tommy spoke.
"T-Tommy?" Nick asked, and slowly went over to the radio.
"The one and only, baby. How are you feeling?" Tommy asked. Wait, was Nick supposed to date a radio?
"Scared, confused, and sad, h-how is this-"
"Possible? Trust me, I don't really know. I just thought that if I had a disc of me recording a lot of words I could haunt the radio or something."
"So am I supposed to date a radio?" Nick asked, and Tommy burst out laughing. It was so good to hear that laugh again.
"Yeah, I guess so! Man, people are going to call you a freak!" Tommy laughed some more, and Nick sat down on the couch and sighed. "Hey, don't look so down, babe, I-I wish I could hug you..."
Nick hugged the radio, and it felt surpringly warm. Nick kissed the top of it and took in a deep breath.
Nick looked up when he suddenly felt cold, and saw a pen and a sheet of paper start to float. They went over to the table, and were placed next to Nick.
"Draw me a face, would ya? I'm not an artist." Tommy said, and Nick nodded. He did as so, and it turned out pretty well. The piece of paper was picked up, and then seemed to form around an actual head and there his was.
Floating a few feet away from him was Tommy, and Tommy looked at him. "You can see me, right?"
"Yeah, I can see you."
"Good, you'll only be able to see me with the dog tag on, so keep it on ya, and as for with the radio as my voice still, give me a good second."
Then Tommy ate the radio whole. It was an unpleasant thing to watch.
"There! I'm basically back." Tommy sat down next to Nick, and put a hand on his cheek.
"Y-You can touch me..?" Nick asked, and Tommy smirked.
"I can touch you all night long baby~" Tommy winked, and Nick blushed. "But, hah, can you uh, touch me?"
Nick put a hand on Tommy's cheek, and then slowly wrapped his arms around his neck. "Do you think we can..."
"Kiss? I hope so."
Tommy leaned forward and kissed Nick softly, and Nick kissed him back. "Wow, so I guess I'm dating a ghost?" Nick asked, and Tommy nodded.
"And Cory and Uni should be getting boots soon, so that way they'll be able to see me if they wear 'em." Tommy kissed Nick's cheek, and held him close.
"I love you." Nick whispered as looked at Tommy and smiled, then kissed him once more.
"I love you too, Nicky-boy, and hey, I got a question."
"Hm?"
"Have you ever wanted to have sex with a ghost?"
