Niko Moore wants one thing more than anything else in the world (besides going one day without being teased by his best friend, whose fondness towards him is rather strange as she is limitlessly popular and he is... not so much). For as long as he h...
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"I'm telling you—there's a ghost in my house," Annette argues, eyes wide and cheeks red.
Niko refuses to believe there is one. Annette has claimed such thing for years, about things moving from their assigned place and doors closing and opening at times no one is even near them, but it just doesn't make sense. Ne has been at hers before, and no such thing ever takes place. It's always eerily quiet and there's no low whisper against the walls, so Niko has long concluded that its one of these things: a), Annette is just being a fat-head and trying to convince him of something just to laugh at the fact that he actually believed her later (but that's sort of unlikely, because who retains that stupid sort of joke for three years?), or b), Annette is losing her mind. She's insane. It's more believable than saying someone breaks into her house every night without stealing anything just to cause havoc inside of her mind, right?
"It's just sleep deprivation. Ghosts don't exist." Says the boy who's slowly turning half-superhero after being bitten by some kind of bug, a voice whispers in his head.
"I'm telling you: he's real." Annette hisses. Her voice doesn't really hold anger, but she is annoyed because she's so sure about this. She hasn't ever been so sure about anything in her entire seventeen years of life. "And yes, I said he. I called him Weasley."
"Weasley?" Niko frowns, making deep indents between his brows. "You watched Harry Potter once and now you're naming a non-existent ghost after that family? Should've gone with Malfoy—"
Annette gasps dramatically from behind her locker door as she's arranging what Niko supposes to be spare girl stuff. He doesn't know what that includes, and he's fine with that. "Excuse you! That family gave Harry a home when he had no one and nothing!"
Niko loves Annette, he does, but he's not listening anymore. He's distracted... So maybe (MAYBE!), whenever Niko sees Marley Nott, his heart balloons in his chest. All other things around him shut down, because after all, she's a wildfire of a girl... and Niko's been bitten by the flames. She's chaos in a person, he thinks; but controlled chaos, at least when the situation permits it. He's sure that there's never a dull moment with her. She's kind of like the sun—hard to look at but impossible not to see. And like the sun, too, Niko likes her from far away; see, while he isn't afraid of sunburns or ultraviolet rays, it's just that he knows what happens to those who venture too close. Like Icarus, the one from Greek mythology who lost his wings (something about the wax with which they were attached to his back melting, Niko doesn't remember the details) because he got too close.
