Ghost | Jachary

Chapter Eleven

Zach's POV

Everyone has flaws, I've accepted that. No one can be perfect, no one can be the definition of Godly but Jack comes close to that label.

The only few flaws I've personally found about Jack is:

A) He runs away from everything, after we were caught by Corbyn he didn't even speak to me. I wouldn't of minded so much if he at least said sorry but he didn't. He just disappeared through a wall when Corbyn finally decided to leave, he didn't even spare me a glance.

B) This is more a physical flaw but he can't control it so I don't mind so much but... He is dead. Jack is a dead ghost. Logically, I shouldn't be able to touch him but when I do, instead of getting tingles of warmth, I get waves of shivers. If anything was to happen between us, I would suffer from frostbite and it would be rather uncomfortable for me.

C) Once again to do with he's a ghost, he's forbidden to leave this property. If I wanted to hang out with him, we would never be able to go anyway because he physically can not do so. Not only that but I can't tell my parents about him, even if I was literally falling down every hole for him - it wouldn't matter. People would call me crazy and that wasn't a life I was prepared for.

D) Jack can only provide me with bad dreams, if we were to fall asleep together there's no grantee he'd be able to control himself and not corrupt my dreams. I would never sacrifice my sleep for anyone, if that was the case I would much rather be cuddled into Daniel.

I mean, if Jack didn't just run away... Maybe we could solve this issues but nope. He's been caught and now refuses to talk to me.

I do not believe the other boys know anything about it, apart from Corbyn obviously. They haven't shown any signs are knowing and I trust the blonde boy to keep to his word.

Speak of the devil, just like that Corbyn appears through the wall leading from my bathroom. He sends me a smile before placing himself next to me on my bed.

"Hey, Z." He mumbles, finally positioning himself next to me so we're led next to one another. We aren't physically touching though, I'm pretty sure we wouldn't be able to either considering what Daniel has explained perviously.

"Hi."

"You good?" He asks turning to face me, laying his hands underneath his head.

"Mhm, just thinking is all," I answer doing the same as I take in Corbyn's features. His eyes are so intriguing, perfect shape and the nicest shade of blue.

"What about?" I can tell he's admiring my own face by the way his eyes would flick from one place to the other, absorbing the memory.

"How I want to paint my walls the colour of your eyes..." After saying that my cheeks flood red as me and Corbyn crack up.

"How charming," The blonde boy finally gets out when he stops laughing. "If I wasn't a ghost, I would've pinned you down and well... You can imagine the rest." He mumbles rolling onto his back.

"Wow, good thing I like it rough but bad thing is: I top." I'm still looking at Corbyn's face which is smiling a large grin, a few strands of his hair has tumbled down from it's original place after rolling over.

He looks over at me and rolls his eyes. "There's no way I would bottom for you..."

"C'mon, it won't be so bad."

I honestly adore the banter we've grew to have, if someone was to walk in right now they wouldn't understand it was just a joke and assume we had the hots for each other.

In reality, it's just a joke and well... That's about it.

"I like walking thanks."

"But you float..."

"Possibly... I can walk if I wanted to."

"So you don't like walking in that case?"

"Eh, sometimes..."

Then the room goes quiet as we just lay there. I joined him by laying on my own back. Staring up at the ceiling, I let my thoughts wonder again. Not too deeply to the point, I've blocked out the world but enough to be thinking.

"What was you really thinking about?"

I glance around the room nervously. Would it be okay for me to say? That I was pointing out all Jack's flaws and wished he'd talk to me about them? Now, that I hear it that way it does sound rather selfish and arrogant.

"You can tell, y'know." He encourages and just like that I cave in.

"Yeah, I was just thinking... If Jack didn't run away from everything maybe something could actually happen between us but that seems somewhat impossible. I mean, I breath he doesn't.

I pee he doesn't.

I sweat he doesn't.

If we were to bond each other in the physical term, my poor dick would fall off."

Corbyn snorts at my last sentence before thinking. "Jack has been through a lot... He doesn't like running directly into his problems, he'd much rather go around even if it takes him days or even months longer."

"I know but it's annoying."

"Just talk to him, whenever you next see him - just grab his curls and demand he talks to you." Corbyn says winking.

"Oh wow. I don't think he'd appreciate his curls being grabbed."

"He's a kinky little shit..."

"Oh, okay then..." I mumble awkwardly before chuckling. "How would you know?"

"I've knew the kid for 100 years. Maybe. I don't keep count."

"Right because friends share their sexual fantasies with each other."

"They do... "

"Sure... " I mumble sarcastically.

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Soon, I'm sitting in the living room with Daniel. We are continuing with watching Teen Wolf and Jack comes in. Corbyn following closely behind, he sends me a sneaky wink and nudges towards Jack.

Huffing I mumble,"Jack, can we talk?" I find this ironic how our last 'talk' ended with a kissing session.

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I think there was a glitch where Wattpad didn't post the whole chapter? I'm not sure so I'll just post it again.

P.s. I had no clue what I was thinking while writing this so it's crap but oh well. I've had literally no inspiration to continue.