Ghost Boy (Lams)

The Talk

A/N this ones more serious bc we need a plot right just this once huh

"You what?" John deadpanned with wide eyes.
"I see dead people."

"That's fucked up you can't just tell someone you see dead people just floatin' around that's fucking crazy I-"
"You are a dead person 'floatin' around'." Alex muttered defensively, crossing his arms.
"G-good point," John frowned, slowly lowering from the air to stand in front of Alex. "How long have you- uh, yeah,"

"My whole life." Alex muttered with a nonchalant shrug. "I thought it was normal until age 8 when Mom told me to stop talking to my imaginary friends, trouble was they weren't imaginary," he sighed, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Right, r-right," John muttered, his gaze downcast and sympathetic.

"So why were you watching me shower, John?" Alex slowly smirked, crossing his arms smugly. John's cheeks blew up in a furious blush and his breathing suddenly quickened. His mind was malfunctioning, words were not forming sentences, he just-
"You're and you me like now really I wouldn't but you I'm you're hot thought see like I dead-"
Word vomit.

"What the fuck...?" Alex muttered, chuckling melodically which only made John more flustered. "Can you speak english?"
"Put a shirt on." John breathed.

"You didn't want me in a shirt when you were watching me shower," Alex countered playfully.
"I didn't know you could see me when you were in the shower." John squeaked defensively. "Doesn't matter much anyway, I'm dead."

Alex sighed and grabbed a hoodie and a pair of boxers, slipping on the boxers under his towel and throwing the hoodie on soon after.
"Listen, I've grown up with this, I know from what I've seen, when you first become a ghost, it hits hard, I can't imagine what's going through your head right now," Alex frowned, taking a seat on the edge of his bed.

"My spit is bioluminescent." John whispered.

"You're wa- that's what you're thinking about?" Alex squinted in confusion.
"Yeah, what should I be thinking about? I only just got your dripping wet abs out of my head let me- oh no nope they're back," John sighed, staring off into space dreamily with a soft blush on his cheeks, only causing Alex to suppress a laugh and pinch the bridge of his nose.

"You only died recently, shouldn't you still be like, trying to contact loved ones? Getting justice for your death? Having a mental breakdown over the fact that you're dead?" Alex listed curiously, all signs he had seen in former early ghosts.
"Well the lady that killed me said sorry, being dead isn't that bad, and please define the term 'loved ones'." John muttered bitterly, floating over to sit beside Alex.

"Okay but there has to be something, or you wouldn't be here," Alex muttered, trying to decipher the situation.
"What's that meant to mean?" John squinted curiously.
"Well are you not wondering why you haven't seen any other ghosts?" Alex frowned, cocking a brow at John.
"I like being alone, I didn't really, ehem, give a shit," John shrugged nonchalantly.

Alex rolled his eyes with a scoff and continued anyway.
"Look, you're only a ghost if you have unfinished business on Earth, ask the poor sods who are stuck here eternally because their 'unfinished business' was never figured out before it was too late. You can't move on until it's sorted out, so there has to be something here, that you need, or something here that needs you, or something went wrong, or is going wrong, I don't know," he sighed, resting his head in his hands in defeat.

John reached a hand out to Alex but it travelled straight through him, causing Alex to shiver a little and look up at him with a brow raised again.
"Sorry, s-sorry," he mumbled, stuffing his hands in his lap. "So what if you, don't have unfinished business?"

"You don't become a ghost, you just, continue on to wherever you go after being a ghost. Heaven, utopia, an afterlife, nothingness, depends what you believe," he shrugged sadly. "My brother just went on like that, I suppose he was too young to really have anything that still needed sorting,"

"Oh, I'm so sorry," John frowned up at Alex. Well shit.
"It's fine don't- don't sympathise I'm done being a victim," Alex muttered.
John nodded slowly and watched Alex stand up.

"Look, I've got homework to do, but you're welcome to stick around, if you don't have, uh," he muttered sheepishly, extending a hand out to John.
"Loved ones." John snickered, taking his hand without thinking and letting Alex pull him up.

He suddenly froze. They were touching. Holding hands. John's hand was very, very cold, but to him it felt like it was on fire. He panicked and went intangible again, his hand slipping straight through Alex's before he meekly hid it away in his pocket.
"Yeah, um, th-thanks Alex," John smiled weakly.
"The least I can do,"