Lost Kids (a.i.)

two

I want to get to know her Dark Side.

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ASHTON'S POV:

My room was set up so I decided on going downstairs to see how it was going. I fly down the stairs, hitting the floor with a thud. I begin to walk to the kitchen, but something cathes my eye in the music room. A girl kneels down by the front of my drums, her fingers tracing the band logo.

"Hey!" I yell as her. She turns, her dark brown curls whipping around. She looks around the room curiously. "Yes you." I say while looking her straight in her green eyes. They widen in shock. Did she think she wouldn't be caught?

An awkward silence fills the large room. "Hello?". Could this girl even speak. Her hands play with a string of her long brown hair nervously.

"Uh-uh" She mutters.

"Oh please tell me your not a fan?" I beg. I wasn't in the mood for pictures or a screaming girl. I love the fans, but sometimes they over do it and it scares me. I was jet lagged and tired already. I take my long fingers and rub my nose, praying she isn't a fan.

"Fan?" She questions, scrunching her nose to give me a puzzled look. "Wait! How can you see me?"

Was this girl crazy or something? How can you see me? Really? "With my eyes." I chuckle sarcastically.

"No I mean....ugh I don't know!" The un-named girls groans. She throws her hands up in defeat, obviously frustrated with her issue.

"Well, I'm Ashton by the way, do you have a name Little Miss I Can See You?" I ignore her dilemma and offer my hand to her.

"I'm Wendy...I'm the girl who died here three years ago." She smiles. Wait did she said died. I jump back, pulling my hand away from this girl."

"Wait did you say died? Your dead? Is this real?" I panic. "I thought it would be cool to have a house ghost, but this is not what I expected." Was I being PUNKED? I knew we had a small fan base, but I didn't think we were this popular.

"Please don't freak out!" The girl named Wendy yells over me. She takes a careful step towards me, worry is on her face. Her green eyes wide.

"What is going on in here?" I hear Calum ask behind me. My thoughts are still racing. I turn my head to see Luke and Calum standing, still waiting for their answer.

"Woah! Who's this lovely lady Ash?" Luke notes when he sees Wendy standing in the room. He looks her up and and down, grinning.

"You see her too?" I question the lads who stood in front of me. I run a hand through my messy hair, waiting for them to answer.

"Yeah.." The two say in unison, obviously confused by my question.

"Hi, I'm Wendy, but you can call me Wen." the girl greeted them.

"Your forgettting a major detail." I cough.

"Oh... yeah. I'm the girl who died here a few years ago."

"Dead?" Luke chokes.

"Dude! We have a house ghost! This is sick!" Calum jumps, "Michael get down here!" He calls up the steps. Michael trudges down the steps, he's annoyed that he's been woken from his nap.

"What?" He groans and yawns.

"This is Wendy, she's a ghost!" Calum introduces the girl, he stands there looking like a proud kid after winning a soccer game.

"Calum, stop being an idiot. I'm going back to bed." Michael starts to walk back up the stairs.

"Wait! Maybe she can prove it." He smirks at Wendy. We all turn to her. I really want to see her prove this, I can't believe her just by her words. I couldn't believe Calum trusted her the first time he heard her say it.