TRY ME

All about G

"What's your name?" I mutter as he half-jogs to my house.

"What do you mean? I- told you that it's Liam" He sighs as he deeply inhales. "Yeah but later you said that Liam isn't your name, so which is it?"

"I also told you- that I didn't know my real- name. But whatever, let's- assume that my name- is G" he says, ever so often interrupted by his own breathing. I guess ghosts breathe.

"Why G?"

"Because I'm a- ghost. Use your- imagination, genius" he moans.

His pace is very timid. You could confuse his speed for walking fast. His torso barely moves in height. The perks of having smooth movements.

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After taking five wrong turns and un-ironically walking into a pole, we finally arrive at my house. "Why did you let me take the hit of the pole?" I mutter in pain. "Don't cry, it didn't hit your face. If anything you should thank me for holding you at an angle" he says as he walks up to my porch. Thanks for holding me at an angle, but it would have been twice as good if you didn't fucking fade through the pole!

Before he even taps the doorbell my mother comes running outside. "CALLUM THIS IS THE LAST TIME YOU GO OUT DRINKING- oh oh my god what happened to your face?" She asks in concern as she touches my cheek.

"Somebody picked a fight with him. I bought your son some time so he could knock the guy out" he says effortlessly. His voice is as cold as ice, almost as if intentionally trying to intimidate. I can see my mother in slight confusion but she shakes it off with a sigh.

"Please say he's sober" she mutters. "He's sober" G says, almost as if he simply wanted to say what she asked him to say. "Uhm- eh- okay... good" my mother says in confusion and suspicion. I hate everything about you G, but that was nice.

"Your son was dropped into cold water, I advice that he takes a warm shower" G says as he walks in, calmly taking off his shoes. "I'll bring him to the bathroom" he continues as he walks up the stairs.

"Eh- o- okay" she squeal a little.

"Dude my mom is really confused right now. Maybe you should clarify" I sigh as I straighten my back. "Clarify what? That I'm a ghost and that I blackmailed her child? No thanks I'd rather have her be confused" he says as he opens the bathroom door.

He kneels and lets go of my legs, dropping me to the ground. I stumble backwards a little bit catch my footing.

"Don't piss in the shower, I'll be using it after you" he says as he walks out of the bathroom. What the hell?! That's disgusting! "Stupid ghost. The fact that he's already this comfortable" I mutter as I stand up and prepare to shower.

I enter the shower and get lost in my thoughts as I hum a melody that I heard on the radio. I get it wrong twice and simply give up.

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Let me point out that my house is awesome. And that's all because of a single thing. It's not a villa, it's not massive, it doesn't have golden pillars with diamonds imprinted and it certainly doesn't appeal to a designer's eye. The house is amazing, because it has floor heating. The floor heats up to whatever temperature you want, as long as it's under twenty-five degrees Celsius.

I lay down on the ground in the lounge room. The carpet is keeping me comfortable while the floor is keeping me warm. I've had my eyes closed for the longest time but when I open them I almost have a heart attack.

"Callum" my sister says as she hangs over me. Her expression is aggravated. Her eyes have murderous intent. "Who is the guy in our shower?" She angrily says as she grits her teeth.