Ghost

0901

We took to the floor in my bedroom. I zipped my cross along it's chain and looked around the room nervously. His gaze didn't falter. 

"So," he said. "I'll let you start, since I talked you into it."

"How do I play?"

An almost surprised expression crossed his face. "You've never played?" I shook my head. "Well, um...you just think of a question to ask me. Anything. And we take turns asking each other stuff until we get to the twentieth question."

"Oh, okay. Um...." I thought for a second, looking around the room for an idea. My eyes crossed my record collection. "Oh, um, what music do you like?"

He scoffed. "Come on, you can come up with something more juicy than that."

"What?" I shrugged. "I honestly want to know."

"Okay, okay, punk. If that wasn't obvious. I like metal as well, but don't tell anyone I said that."

He paused, thinking for a moment. "What do you usually do when you're home alone?"

My eyes widened. I tried to think up something most normal kids do...and then I remembered I'd been sworn into not lying. "Um...honestly? I turn on my record player and uh...lay in the floor."

He gave me a dubious look. "Really...?"

"Yep."

"What music do you listen to?"

"I thought it was my turn," I said with a smirk. 

"Okay, fine. You got me."

"Uh...what do you do when you get home?"  

"Nothing exciting. Practice my guitar, write stuff, homework... masturbate." When he saw my shocked expression he burst into laughter. "Kidding."

"I thought lying wasn't allowed."

He looked stunned for a moment before smiling. "Touché." That's when his smile grew mischievous. "So, what was that book really for? The Paranormal Eye, or whatever."

My breath caught in my throat. He's on to me. "Um..." I tried to think up something, but my voice was starting to shake.

"No lying."

I cringed, but gave in. "Fine. It's not for some English project. It's my guide book."

He just looked at me for a moment, his eyebrows furrowed. "A guide for what?"

I didn't even bother to correct his double question, I was so nervous. I could feel my heart beating in my ears. "Just...stuff."

"Are you secretly a Satan worshiper?" 

"No, christ, it's just..." I suddenly just wanted to get it out, to tell someone without them judging me. Valerie and all the popular kids already knew. The secret was out. "I use it because..." I let out a sigh of defeat. "Because I can talk to ghosts."