Ghost

8|| Touch

"Wait, try again. I think i saw it move." Stiles said. His brow furrowing as he stared intently at the pencil.

Jersey rolled her eyes as she tried to focus her energy back on the pencil. For almost a week Stiles had been forcing Jersey to practice these kinds of things. He said that if she became strong enough there was a chance she could possess her own body. 

Stiles was so hopeful that he could bring her back. He and Jersey would lay awake in Stiles' bed, staring at the roof talking about everything and anything, and then he'd bring up the one thing she hated talking about. He would promise her that he'd bring her back. Jersey didn't even know why Stiles cared about her. 

He hadn't known her before hand, why would he care about her now that she was basically dead. "Oh my god! Jersey!" Stiles excited voice cut through her thoughts. 

Jersey looked over at Stiles. He was standing, his hands in the air and his mouth hung open. Jersey didn't understand why until she felt her fingers working around the hard wood of the pencil. She was twirling the pencil, something she did when she was lost in thought. 

"Jersey you're amazing!" Stiles continued to cheer. A small smile escaped on to Jersey's pink lips as she continued to twirl the pencil. She tossed the pencil to Stiles before getting up from the chair, she was desperate to try something else. 

"I read that spirit's with enough energy could touch people, be seen by them." Stiles let his unspoken question hang in the air. Jersey raised her brow at him as she took a step closer to Stiles.

"So do i hit you or kiss you?" Jersey asked teasingly. Stiles chuckled, shaking his head at the ghost.

"I'll take that kiss when you're back in your body." Stiles winked. Jersey giggled before playfully shoving him. Stiles was surprised when he actually felt her hand on his shoulder. His smile faded as he looked at her. 

Her own smile had faded and her bright blue eyes had fallen wide. "You felt that?" She asked almost breathlessly. 

"Kind of." Stiles nodded. "It didn't feel like when another person touches you. It was cold, like a strong wind had hit only my shoulder." Stiles tried his best to explain. Jersey nodded, her shape slowly began to blur as she slipped in to a mist. 

"Jersey you're starting to fade." Stiles stated. Jersey turned her stunning eyes back to Stiles, giving him a warming smile.

"I'm just tired. Besides don't you have to get to the school for Mischief Night?" Jersey pointed out. Stiles spun around, looking at the time on his computer before quietly cursing.

"Do you think you've got enough energy too come help me and Scott prank-" Stiles didn't get to finish his sentence before Jersey had evaporated. "I guess not." He sighed.

***

Stiles drummed his thumbs against the steering wheel as he pulled in to a parking spot. "So how was mischief night?" Stiles jumped slightly.

He glanced over at Jersey, like always she wore the same outfit from the night of the crash. Dark blue skinny jeans, grey tee shirt, and black leather jacket.

Her shoulder length brown curls also hadn't changed from the night of the crash, the only thing that seemed to change about her was how pale her skin was getting. All the color was draining from her the longer she was out of her body.

"Your whole randomly appearing trick doesn't work on me anymore, Jers'." Stiles smirked before pulling his keys from the car and getting out. Jersey appeared at his side, a joyful smile on her lips.

"Then I'll just have to try harder." Jersey smirked. Across the parking lot Jersey spotted Scott talking with the twins Stiles had told her about. "Um Stiles, why is Scott talking to the hot, evil, twin wolves?" Jersey asked.

Stiles looked over at Jersey, following her gaze to Scott. "I don't know, but i'm going to find out." Stiles started walking before spinning back around to face Jersey. "Hot?" He asked. Jersey said nothing before vanishing and reappearing next to Scott. 

"No, just to talk." One of the twins said. 

"Uh, that's kind of a change of pace for you guys. Considering you're usually just hurting, maiming, killing." Stiles said as he walked over to the four. 

"Which ones which?" Jersey whispered Stiles. 

"Blues Aiden, green's Ethan." Stiles said under his breath. The wolves clearly heard him but chose to ignore it. 

"Look you need a pack, we need an alpha." Aiden explained.

"Yeah absolutely not." Stiles quickly denied them. "That's hilarious though."

"Oh come on let them at least talk." Jersey defended the twins. Stiles shot a side glare over at the ghost. He wasn't as subtle as he thought he was being, he caught both the twins attention. 

"You came to us for help, we helped." Ethan pointed out.

"See, that's a good point." Jersey interjected just to annoy Stiles.

"Yeah, you beat his face in to a bloody pulp, that's not helping. In my opinion that's actually counter productive." Stiles said with his usual amount of exaggeration.

"Why should i say yes?" Scott asked. 

"We add strength, make you more powerful. There's no reason to say no." Aiden went on. Stiles dramatically rolled his eyes, earning a giggle from Jersey.

"I can think of one. Like the time you held Derek's claws well Kali impaled Boyd." Isaac put his two sense in as he walked over. "In fact i don't know why we're not impaling them right now." 

Stiles nodded in agreement until Aiden bared his fangs at Isaac. "You want to try?" He challenged.

"Seriously, Stiles stop Isaac." Jersey smacked Stiles shoulder. A small smile came to his lips as he looked over at Jersey. 

"I felt that." He whispered. Jersey scoffed, a small butterfly of hope opening up in her chest. Maybe she could actually build up enough strength to come back. 

"Sorry, they don't trust you," Scott's voice caught Stiles' and Jersey's attention. "And neither do I." With that Scott and Stiles walked away, Isaac trailing behind them.

"Sorry boys." Jersey shrugged at the teens, even though they couldn't see or hear her.