Judd Birch and me

Dammit.

Jamming an old chair under the door handle to keep my family out I trudge up the actic stairs. Its dark and dusty, filled with junk. I should come up here more often.
Reaching the top I lean against the railing, arms folded across my chest. I hated feeling vulnerable.
"Ellington?"
"Ellington!"
That Son of a bitch where is he?

"Whoa-hoa-hey! My boy! Havnt seen you since you tried to burn the house down HAhaha. I thought you might have joined me here sooner with the amount of nooses you have about aHAha!"
The ghost of Duke Ellington appears. He looks exactly the same, i used to talk to him a lot when I was younger.
"You look the same." I mumble.
He smirks "You do know Im a ghost right? You may act like you dont care but i know youre smarter than that aHAha! What have you done to your hair?" He asks mockingly.
"Shut up" I snap back. but then silence follows.

"Well, whats the matter boy? You must be desperate coming to a ghost for advice." He says with his frustratingly eternal smile.
"Well I cant talk to my retarded family about it?! About her.." I can feel my cheeks burn up, i try to hide it the best I can behind a scowl.
"Oooh HAhaha girl problems?!" He laughs. "Well i cant help you with that unless its how to lose them!" He pauses. Duke's tone changes, becoming momentarily serious. Im interested now.
"I was in love once"
"What happened?" I ask, relaxing my scowl.
"She left me for the drummer! Said If i kept smoking Id die soon, didnt listen. But she was right aHAha. Women are a waste of time, all they do is break your heart and take your money until you kill them, all down hill from there HAhaha!" He says with a smile, waving his hands in the air.

What the fuck. Half the time i dont know if this guys joking or being serious, i think he is being serious.
"Well youre no fucking help" I reply, frustrated.
"Eh, Im paying for my sins enough without babysitting you boys. You will sort it out my boy! Just if you really love her, dont be an idiot."
I ponder this for a moment before he continues
"Ooorr youull end up deaad and alooonee likee meee!" He sings, whilst pretending to play the piano and dissipating into the air.
"Cheesy faggot." I mumble, but he was right.
I knew I loved her. But a sappy relationship went against everything I stood for. Up until 3 weeks ago I was adoment that love was just a consumerist scam and didnt fucking exist!
I slowly start to pace back and forth. I wish Maury was here, that guy is a filthy prick. I miss him. He always knew what to say.

Rattle. Rattle.

I whip around. Someones trying to open the door. Theres a vent above the door thats at the bottom of the stairs. I swiftly sneak down the stairs, silently kicking the chair away and pulling myself up into the vent, closing it behind me.

Rattle. Rattle.

The door finally opens. Its just my numbnuts brother. He starts calling for Duke, but im already bored. I make my way through the vents, im just above the hallway about to enter my room when

"...yeah, I still have to take biology with him."

I stop dead. Its her. Just talking to Leah outside her bedroom. I stop and stare down at her through the vents. Dammit. Shes making me feel that way again. I fucking hate it. But im addicted to it. My heart begins to race against my control, my cheeks burn up. The sound of her voice sends my stomach into knots. She so fucking beautiful.
"The fucking douchebag!" Leah says frustrated and furious. I assume theyre talking about Daniel.
The Nerd that has somehow bewitched me, nods at her in agreement.
"Sorry, Ill just grab my bag and we can go"  Leah says walking into the room leaving her by herself in the hallway.
I stare down at her, entranced, when she turns and looks directly at me, even though im in the vent and winks at me.
"Shit!" I leap back startled, hitting my head on the top of the vent. How the fuck did she know I was there. Dammit. I quickly make my way through the vents into my room. Im mad but mostly because im embarrassed. I flop down on the bed, I catch myself smiling and quickly change it into a scowl. I listen out as I hear there car leave.
What the fuck has she done to me.
I absently mindedly pick up the darts that are stuck into my bedside table. I examine the sharp heavy metal point before sticking my arm up and swiftly throwing it at the wall.

Thump.

The dart hits the wall but i sit up, intrigued, the dart sounded like it has hit something.
It was my worn out wall calendar.
The point of the dart has easily punctured the paper sticking directly into the wall.
Its bullseye point?

Feb 14th.