Ghastly Love

Chapter 2

Abi

He drags me into his house, and I stood right next to the great big bookshelf while he gets me something.

"Ok, if you go out, you'll have to be naked. But for here, I have some of my old clothes." he says, tossing them at me.

"Why do I have to go out with no clothes?" I ask, pulling the shirt on and seeing that it looks like its on my body, but no arms or neck coming out of the holes.

"Because, no one will see you." he says, watching me pull up the baggy shorts.

"Or you just want to go out with me naked." I scoff, sitting down.

At least I'm not going through the couch.

"Possibly." he says, sitting down across from me.

A buzzer sounds, and he gets up and goes into the kitchen I assume.

He comes out with two cups of tea.

"Try and drink this." he says, handing me a cup.

I can actually grasp it.

I thought I was a ghost. Aren't ghosts supposed to go through everything?

I take a drink, and everything seems normal.

"Ok, so then you can probably eat." he mutters, sipping his tea.

"Well, I have no idea what time it is but I'm tired. Night." I say, going to his stairs and climbing them.

I find the nearest bedroom, and walk in.

I don't care who's it is, or what it looks like, all I know is I could barely keep my eyes open.

I fall down onto the bed, climb underneath the blankets, and pass out.

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I slowly open my eyes, and remember what happened.

I wish it was all just a dream.

I feel something on me, and flip around to come face to face with- wait. Did he even tell me his name?

His eyes suddenly open.

"Do you enjoy watching me sleep?" he asks, smiling.

"No, I was wondering why you never told me your name." I say.

"Well, my name is Evan. And I am a normal teenage boy, just like you, except I'm not invisible." he explains, sitting up.

"Thanks." I mutter, getting out of bed.

"Well, I was actually planning on having some friends over. So do you mind staying up here for a few hours?" he asks, pulling on some jeans and a tee shirt.

He looks into the mirror and messes with his soft black hair.

"Um, sure. As long as I can watch the tv." I say, looking around.

I wonder if a ghost can take a shower.

"Can I take a shower?" I ask, looking around more.

"Um, do you need to?" he asks, looking at me weird.

"Well, ghosts have to get dirty, so I guess I could try." I say, and he opens the door.

"The bathroom is the door on the left. Don't be too loud, you'll alert my friends." he says, shutting the door.

I enter the bathroom and turn on the shower, and the doorbell rings.

It feels like I am taking a shower. I'll go with that.

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So yeah, ghosts can take showers.

-walkingamongstars