I woke up the next morning to bright light streaming through open curtains. I groaned and rolled over to face the other direction and screamed. "Morning" he said with a smile. "What are you doing in my bed?!" I asked sitting up. He rolled onto his back and smiled, "You're an hour late for school and I was going to wake you up" I cocked an eyebrow at him, "And you didn't wake me because?" He smirked, "You're a very cute sleeper" I blushed and plopped back onto my pillow. "You're going to stay home?" He asked. I nodded, "Why not? I'm already super late" He smiled and rolled onto his side to face me. "Are you sure you aren't staying home for me?" he asked wiggling his eyebrows. I laughed, "A bit full of our self are we?" He laughed, "Come on, I haven't had female company in ages. Cut me some slack Cynthia" I laughed, "Fine. Just this time. You're a quite flirty dead guy, aren't you?" He shrugged, "Comes naturally I guess" He looked at me a moment, "Cynthia?" I sighed, "Yeah?" He bit his lip before continuing, "Why are you so sad?" I laid there a moment before answering, "I'm really lonely" He nodded, "I know that feel... You don't have to be lonely anymore though" he said giving me a small smile. "And whys that?" I asked. "You have me now" I smiled, "The nameless ghost?" He laughed, "I have a name actually. It's Tate"
