Your friendly ghost (a 5SOS fanfic)

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

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Ashton's POV

"Hi" we all said in unison. I bit my lower lip, closing my hands together. Waiting for anyone to talk because seems like everyone is out of words.

"Look, I'm so sorry about your lamp," Darcy said, looking at me, her face filled with guilt. I really couldn't stay mad at someone. I forgive that easily. "I'll pay for it—but I don't have any money..."

"Don't worry, you don't need to pay. And Nobody got hurt, so I think all of it is okay," I said, giving a smile. "And besides, I'll just buy another. I'm just glad it wasn't my mum's favourite though." I chuckled slightly.

"Okay, if you say so. You sure you're okay with it? 'Cuz Jesus that looks like a very expensive lamp." she points at the broken lap near her feet. Maybe she shouldn't get too close to it. I nodded and made my smile bigger. To be honest, I'm really okay with this. I glared at Kris, who seems to not believe that I'd forgive Darcy. Why do I feel like my bones chill when Kris is near me?

"You okay?" I asked Kris, walking closer. She was getting a little pale. "Are you sick or something?" I asked, about to take her hand which she suddenly pulls away, hiding it behind her back.

"I'm fine. Thank you." She said, smiling. I got confused.

She's been like this since I first saw her. Does she think I'm disgusting and she's disgusted in me? Now that I think about it, I haven't taken a bath yet and my morning breath isn't that attractive. I stared into her cute little face. She's really charming, I have to admit. I seem to be taller than her so she looked down. I think she noticed me staring.

"Ehem!" Calum intruded. "What happened here?"he asked. I gave him an 'are you serious?' look.

 

"Well, my Asian-looking friend, for people who have eyes, they can clearly see that there's a vase that I killed and it's dead on the ground," Darcy sassed, having me and Kris' snicker. Calum shot me a 'who the fuck is this chick?!' look. I shook my head slowly at him.

"I'm not Asian," Calum protested. "Fuck, wow, why does everyone say that?!" he groans, swatting his hands on mid-air. Darcy's expression changed and had her lip formed into an 'o'

"Sorry for calling you Asian."Darcy muttered. Calum slightly smiled and nodded.

Kris' POV

Darcy came towards me, having an 'oh my freaking god' look. She nudged me on the shoulder, looking impressed. "Jesus, Kris, we're surrounded with 4 hot males. Where the fuck did you find this household?" she whispered. I giggled and playfully slapped her on her cheeks. She pretends to look hurt then smiled right away.

"What are your names?" Luke asked, and then yawns. He still looks a little tired. Awe, poor baby, go back to bed—whoa, wait, what?

"I'm Betty Lafea and this is my friend princess vanelope," Darcy said, like she actually meant those were our names. Pfft, why did she become my friend?