Don't Go [Muke Clemmings]

Chapter Three

oh my God. So wattpad totally just deleted this entire chapter that I already wrote and published, so I'm going to rewrite it and I sincerely apologize if it's not as good.

Luke

Why did he want that diary so badly? I mean, it's not like he was some eight-year-old girl with a crush on me. It wasn't even his diary. I guess it might be important to him if it was brother's, but why didn't he want me to read it? There was nothing in there that made it a secret.

After that, he was everywhere I went. I guess he changed his schedule, because he was in every class with me and the teachers never asked why. He sat with me at lunch, I wouldn't run into him in the hallway because he never left my side, he even followed me to the bathroom. It was 50% annoying, 50% creepy.

One day, I finally snapped. "Why the fûck won't you leave me alone? I mean, I don't even know you!"

"My name's Michael."

"Yeah, my name's Luke, that matters," I said sarcastically. "The point is, you're annoying the shít out of me. Why don't you just go the fûck away?"

Michael looked at me silently for a second before he slid down the wall onto his bum and started crying.

"What the hell?" I groaned. He didn't reply. I sighed and crouched in front of him, placing my hand on his shoulder. "It's all right, Michael, no need to cry."

"Yes, there is... I messed up, big-time. You hate me, don't you?"

I shook my head. "I'm annoyed at you, that's not the same thing as hating you. That's not even the same thing as being mad at you, I just need some time to myself, when you're not following me. Also, I think my friends think you're strange."

Michael laughed. "No, they don't."

"No offense, but... yes, I'm pretty sure they do. I mean, what would you think if you were trying to talk to your friend and there's this quiet boy just standing behind him."

"They don't think I'm strange because they don't think anything of me. They don't see me behind you, Luke."

"What?"

"Luke, you're the only one who can see me. I'm... not exactly alive. Well, I am, but that's not me... it is... but not now... except yeah, now, but that's the other me."

"I didn't understand most of that, but... you're a ghost?"

"No. Yes. Sort of."

I laughed nervously. "Wow, Mikey, I think you're the most confusing person I've ever met." His eyes were wide as he stared at me. "Is-is it okay if I call you that?"

He smiled at how nervous I was. "Sure, Lukey."

I groan. "But it sounds girlier on Luke." Michael shrugged and smirked. "So what exactly are you?"

"It's so hard to explain... I guess we can just say I'm a ghost."

Woah. This is crazy. "How come I can see you?"

"Because..." Michael looked at the floor and kicked the ground.

"Because?"

"Just... never mind."

He turned around and walked away.

Michael

Well, what was I supposed to say? "I'm in love with you, and I have to make you fall in love with me so I can move on because it was one of my five dying wishes?" He would never talk to me again if I said that, and then none of them would be complete! I bit my lip as I remembered how the second one happened.