Beautiful Apparation (Tony Perry FF)

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I feel as if yesterday didn't happen, but it did. The experience makes me very cautious and even more paranoid of my surroundings. If he has the ability to only be seen by a person if wanted to, have I ever came across someone like Tony before? It boggles my mind.

Are all those myths and conspiracies real? Are we humans just super oblivious and so involved with ourselves that things like this are going unnoticed? It doesn't make any sense that something so real is considered fake to everyone else. Either they're too scared to believe it, or think that it doesn't affect them anyhow, but it does.

I enter home from work, and Daryl greets me with his wet kisses. He's getting back to normal. I figure he's used to Tony's presence now. I'm still adjusting.

"Tony?" I call out hoping for no response.

"Bedroom!" He hollers back.

Real, this is real Audrey, I remind myself. With that, I went into my room and the first thing I notice is Christmas lights lining up all around the walls. On the ceiling were the glow in the dark stars I had talked about.

"Did you do all of this?" I ask shocked.

"No, a ghost did," he winks. "Do you like it?"

The "joke" makes me feel uneasy. What if I am going psycho?

"Sorry," he looks more serious. "I promise to take it slow. You don't have to be scared of me. If you stay tonight I'll answer all of your questions and prove to you that I'm just like any other person."

"No," I refuse. "I already made the plans. We have plenty of time to do that anyways."

Plenty.

>>>

By 6:30 I'm ready. I debate myself on this, but eventually wore a black unif dress with some heels. First real date in forever. God, I hope this goes well.

Tony is currently in the living room unpacking the final boxes I have left. Even though I told him to wait till I came home, he insisted on getting the job done. I think he feels bad about asking me to stay and cancel the plans. I'm not mad, just confused. I need to get out of this house, date or not.

I walk into the living room, my heels giving away my arrival. Tony glances my way for a second before taking a good look at me.

"You look beautiful," he smiles.

"Thanks Tony." I feel myself blush. It's been awhile since I actually got complimented by a guy, anyone actually. "And are you sure you want to unpack all by yourself? We can do it once I get back."

"No," he shakes his head. "I insist. Plus, I have nothing better to do."

Before I could respond, there's a knock on the door.

"Good luck Audrey," he gives me a small wave.

>>>

"Did I already mention that you looked gorgeous?" Jaime flirts.

"About three times now," I giggle taking a bite of my salad.

Ugh, when is the real food going to get here? I feel like I'm chewing on cardboard. If I didn't have a strong immune system I would be Mrs.Puff.

"So Jaime, I understand you and the guys are in a band."

We were running out of topics to talk about. I knew I'd be taking a risk bringing this up, but the small talk is boring me.

"Were, how'd you find out? You're not some crazy fangirl, are you?" He jokes. At the same time, I know he's serious.

"My co-workers recognized you when you came into the shop the other day. I bet you guys were an awesome trio."

He hesitates for a moment. "We weren't always a trio. Our lead guitarist Tony passed on after a terrible accident."

"That's unfortunate."

The waitress broke our awkward silence by bringing our food. At least I know Tony wasn't lying about the accident.

>>>

Finally, we pull up to my house. Jaime offers to walk me to my door and before I could refuse he already exited the car. He came around to my side and helped me out.

The sound of my heels hitting the ground were the only thing you can hear in this dark night. It's getting awkward again. Ever since I brought up Tony he was totally off the entire night. Myself is to blame.

We reach my door step and he looks at me.

"I had a great time tonight," he says. "There's something about you that I enjoy a lot but I can't put my finger on it."

"It's okay Jaime. You don't have to bother with a romantic speech. This night was lovely and maybe we could do this again sometime?"

"Why not?" He smirks before landing a kiss on my cheek. "Goodnight."

Well that was a very different good-bye compared to the first time. I liked it though.

He walks off and I enter the house.
Daryl starts to bark from my room. I went in just to assure him that it was me and not some stranger.

"Tony?" I call out.

"In the living room," he replies.

Before making my way over I threw my heels in the closet. My feet could breath once again, not without getting a blister of course. The struggles of being a girl. I enter the living room, nobody's here.

"Boo," a small whisper comes from behind, but I don't flinch.

Instead I laugh, "Good one."

"Notice anything?"

I take a look around and notice my stereo system is set up.

"Thanks a ton," I smile back at him and saw that he was no longer there.

"I also found your collection of music." Now he was on the couch rummaging through the box full of my CD's.

"I think we should play this one first." He holds up Diamond Eyes by Deftones.

"And I agree, what's your favorite song from the album?"

"Sextape," he answers placing it in the stereo.

"Same, it's a really soothing song. When that album first came out my mom asked me the same question. I said 'Sextape' without even thinking and she nearly had a heart attack."

"That's the thing, the title throws everyone off. Then they listen to it and are in a complete trance," he begins to skip through the album.

The first few strums of Sextape begin to play throughout the whole house. I close my eyes, appreciating the sounds this song gave off. When I open them, Tony stands in front of me, extending his arm.

"May I have this dance?" He asks with the hugest grin.

I hesitate, but eventually grasp his hand and swayed along with him.

A bunch of ghost stereo types flooded my head. Aren't they always cold? His hands feel as if there's some type of blood running through him. I thought they could only be seen as shadowy or transparent figures. No marks that could've been caused by the accident were visible. He looks... normal.

"Are you okay?" He looks down at me.

"I have a lot of questions."

"And I have a lot of answers."

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