I stood straight suddenly becoming confident in myself, "I asked first," I demanded.
He raised an eyebrow, then quickly lowered it back and drew his brows together as they lingered over his green eyes.
I saw his lips pull to the side forming a smirk. He grabbed my chin, turning my face from side to side examining it. He nodded and dropped his hand back to his side. "I see," he chuckled.
"See what?" I glared.
"Well," he spoke then raised his hand to touch my face again, I think my cheek. But I flashed him a look of warning and grabbed his hand to keep from touching my face.
That's when I saw it. There was this colorful flash of a montage of this boy, or something, at least I think it was him, it looked like him. All I saw were many millisecond flashes of emotions, some you could see the boy's physical anger, some sadness, some happiness, some bordem, and so on. Also many different hair colors......
Then I blinked and there I was again, found in the real world. With this boy staring intently at me, and I suddenly knew everything there was to know about him. Well..... Everything he knows. Every little detail on him, my mind was flooding with these facts, I turned my head to the side, "Michael Gordon Clifford," I whispered.
His eyes widened, "What?"
"Your name! It's Michael! Isn't it!"
He looked at me in obvious shock, "I...... Um......"
"No need to make up an excuse," I smiled, "I already know it is."
"How'd you know that?" he hissed.
I shrugged, "I don't even know myself."
He growled at me, showing a little of his teeth, I narrowed me eyes at him, "Now that I know WHO you are," I grabbed the collar of his shirt pushing him against the wall, "WHAT are you doing in my basement?" I demanded.
He smirked and shrugged, "This is my home," he said in an almost warning tone.
I snarled and pushed him away from the wall and towards the stairs, "FUNNY!" I said sarcastically. "Now go home before I call the cops for invasion."
He chuckled, but it was a little more than just a chuckle, almost a menacing laugh. "Don't you understand yet? One, I can't leave. Two, like I already stated, this IS where I live. Or.... Where I used to.."
"Yeah. USED to. Get over the fact you moved or got kicked out or whatever, this is my house now," I quickly hated myself after saying that in such a bitchy tone.
Michael only laughed again, "WOW, you STILL don't get it! I'm dead!"
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I paced the kitchen back and forth, I had called Fae and told her she needed to come over immediately.
"Problem?" I heard Michael smirk.
I looked over to find Michael sitting up on the counter, "What Michael?" I hissed.
He shrugged, "You look troubled," He said as I continued my pacing.
I looked at him, "NOOOO! Of course not! Because a ghost living in my house is completely normal!" I said sarcastically.
He nodded, "SO I take it you're troubled."
I glared at the colorful haired boy, "Fuck you," He only winked. I rolled my eyes and threw my arms up, "You're impossible." I snarled.
I turned my back to him only to open my eyes back up to him sitting ON the table. I sighed, he smiled, "You can't get rid of me remember? I'm here. For life." he emphasized 'life'.
