Ghost Boy (S.M)

seven

It is around midnight and I've been rewatching The Vampire Diaries while waiting for Shawn. Earlier, I was processing how odd my situation is. There is a real ghost living in my house, one that is weirdly easy to talk to. It's freaky but also intriguing at the same time. Ever since last night I've found myself thinking about him more than usual. Like where's Shawn right now? What's Shawn doing at the moment? With normal friends, you can text them or call them but Shawn lives here and I still can't talk to him.

As if he hears my thoughts he appears right next to me, "Hey," he smiles.

I can't help but smile back. I'm starting to enjoy his company. "Hey." Shawn looks much better now. I can see him a lot more clearly and can even see that he has a small scar on his right cheek. It's hardly noticeable but I still wonder what caused it. "So what do you want to do or talk about?"

"Um, I don't know." He shrugs. "What's been happening in the world for the past three years?" Oh, this should be fun, I think.

"Well, Donald Trump is President." I start and he immediately looks confused. "That guy from the Apprentice."

"Wait seriously?" He laughs.

"I'm not kidding."

"What else?"

I think for a second. You would think it would be easy to remember recent events but hardly any come to mind. "Oh! The Jonas brothers got back together."

"Oh?" I nod."Do they have new music out?" He asks.

"Yeah, they just released a new album less than a month ago." I grab my phone and go to my music. I click on the album and hit shuffle. "It's pretty good. I love every song."

We listen to the music for a second and Shawn pops his head to the tune. For some reason, I find it a little adorable. "Okay, something else." He tells me.

"Um, everyone is hell-bent on saving the turtles, Tony Stark died, Marvel basically ended, Prince Harry married a Canadian, and--"

"A Canadian?" He asks.

I nod. "Yep."

"I'm from Canada," he says simply.

"Really?"

"Yeah, my family moved here in 2008."

"Oh, that's really cool. I've never met anyone from Canada. Why did you move here?"

"My dad is a businessman. We came here because of his work."

"My dad worked in a factory," I say, looking down at my bedding.

"Whatever happened to him? Divorce?" He asks in a soft tone.

"No." I shake my head. "A year ago, he was in a car accident. He died on the way to the hospital. That's mostly the reason we moved here. My mom wanted to get out of Miami."

"Oh." Shawn sighs. I don't like to talk about my dad's death. Not because it's too sad to talk about but because it's so awkward to tell people. They never really know what to say. It's okay though. I wouldn't know what to say either. And I'm not sure I know what I want to hear. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. There's nothing that can be done now." We sit in silence for a few moments. Neither of us knows what to do now. "Well." I yawn. "I should probably head to bed now. It's late."

Shawn glances at the clock. "Yeah, of course."

"I'll see you tomorrow then?" I pull the covers over my chest.

"See you tomorrow." He breathes and fades away.