Happy Holidays

Happy Holidays [5]

A/N: Finals are killing me rn, thank god I had this one written in advance

Monday he helped Ben and Sally with decorations.

"Jeff! Can we come in?" Said a light voice from behind the door, knocking. Jeff groggily sat up, rubbing his face and looking at the clock next to his bed-before remembering it still didn't have batteries.

"Ughm.." He replied, and the door opened anyway. Sally peered at him with wide, curious eyes, Ben floating behind her, looking suspicious and distrustful as ever. Sally didn't come in, seeing the mess, but still smiled at him. "Good morning!" she said cheerfully.

"What do you..want?" Jeff asked carefully. Sally let out a small giggle. "You catch on quick, huh? Come help us decorate!" she said.

Jeff looked at her, confused. "What, did no one else wanna help? I'm not the type to do this sorta shi- stuff."

Sally raised her eyebrow at him. "You can swear in front of me you know. It's not like I haven't heard you do it before." Jeff thought back to when he had first been brought back to the mansion and stubbed his toe, letting out a string of curses right in front of her.

"Oh, right. Ok, thank god." He said. "But still, why can't Toby or Masky or someone else do it?"

"Because they said no," Sally said blankly.

"Can I say no?" Jeff asked.

"No."

"Oh."

After a few more minutes of trying to argue, Jeff begrudgingly got up and walked out to help them. He found the two ghosts downstairs, hanging up lights in the living room.

"Why don't you hang those outside?" Jeff asked. Sally shrugged, untangling some of the wires.

"I just think it'll be easier to do inside."

She handed off the wires to Ben, who floated to the ceiling and hung them up with tape. Sally glanced at Jeff. "Help me untangle these, I'm gonna go grab the rest of the decorations." He nodded and watched her run off. As he worked he asked Ben nonchalantly, "So...Sally, huh."

"What about her?" Ben asked, his red eyes glancing at Jeff for a quick second.

"She never really...acts like a ghost, does she?"

Ben didn't respond, and Jeff continued carefully, trying to read Ben's emotions. He had always been so bad with people, he didn't know how people did it.

"I mean, I've met a lot of ghosts before, poltergeists too, actually I met this one guy-"

"No, Jeff, sally isn't manipulating, or backstabbing, or vengeful like us other ghosts. Is that what you want to hear?" Ben snapped at him, finally turning his full body to glare at Jeff. Jeff tried to backpedal, irritation immediately flaring up in his chest.

"No, no! That's not what I-"

"Shut up." Ben said again, his elf-like ears down turned. Jeff's anger increased (don't tell me what to do) and he opened his mouth to say something, but Ben started speaking again.

"I know, I know that's not what you meant, dummy." He sighed. "She doesn't float, or walk through walls. She doesn't kill, or hurt, or harm anyone. She hates what I do, but she's always there for me, or Toby, or Masky when we wake up screaming." He looked deep into Jeff's eyes, who averted his own subconsciously. He hated making eye contact.

"She had kind of a shit life, and like most ghosts, she wanted to make the most out her death. Unlike us losers, she choose to actually try and be nice, bring something into this world she never got." Ben jabbed a pointer finger in Jeff's direction. "So here's a fun fucking idea- be nice to her and don't say anything about her habits. She doesn't like being reminded of her death."