The New Fire Expert ( Jelsa / Big x )

9 Messing Around

POV Elsa

"Morning," I heard a voice saying.

When I opened my eyes I saw the same guy hovering in the air over my bed. I took the pillow next to me and took a swing at him. Well, it didn't obviously work.

"Geez, you never learn?" He laughed and I pull the cover over my head. When I peeked from under the covers he was gone for my relief.

After calming down my heart and making sure that the guy was just some work of imagination I went to kitchen. I tied a morning robe around me as I went to make some coffee. Today I would have a free day.

The thing is that I started to look for a foam maker since I wanted to add some foamed milk to my coffee. Searching something in a kitchen which is odd to you still is sometimes a real pain.

"Where on earth is that thing," I sighed as I was going to the third drawer.

"Foam mixer? Top cabinet, the one next to fridge. Right door and third shelf from down. Oh, one the left on the shelf," I heard the familiar laughter. I felt chills going up on my spine as I turned around.

"Aww.. such a pity, I really liked watching you searching," he chuckled and runs his hand through his hair.

"I KNEW IT! You're some perv's ghost!" I shouted and was about to throw the foam mixer at him.

"Don't you dare to break that!" He shouts angrily and then I see how he slams a stick against floor. I had been holding my coffee mug on other hand and now the big airwave that shot from him made the coffee flew all over me. I gasped and then he started to laugh.

"Not funny," I muttered.

"It is! You're really a mess!" He grins and then.

"What's up with that stick of yours?" I sighed as I placed the mug to sink. No coffee for me this morning I guess.

"First of all," he says cockily and walks through kitchen table, making me yelp.

"-This here. It's not a stick. It's more of a staff really," he hummed and kept on throwing staff from hand to hand. I rolled my eyes to him and he gave me a sly smile as a return.

"Why won't you go bother someone else," I groaned and left the kitchen.

Suddenly he popped in front of me and I flinched. "Because you're so fun to mess with.. when you see me and all," he chuckled.

"That's it. I'm figuring out a way to get rid of you. Maybe my head is just messed up from spoiled food or you're a ghost. I'm so going to find a way to wipe your from my sight!" I shouted to him.

"Really?" He laughed and was flying next to me. He was laying on his back in the air and glancing at me. I showed my tongue to him which made him frown.

"Really." I replied and then I went to change my clothes.

I started to pull out the contents from the closet and then I found dark gray jeans, aqua colored t-shirt and when I continued to feel a chilling presence I turned around.

"Are you a good ghost or more of a jerk kind?" I spat out with my cheeks turning red.

"Huh?" He raised his eyebrow.

"I'm changing my clothes. Now," I said and I took a deep breath while I started to pull off my shirt.

"Hey, HEY! Whoa!" The guy started gasping and then I felt a sudden rush of cold air and window slamming open. I pulled my shirt back down, it was halfway rising against my chest when I felt the airwave. I sighed from relief when I noticed that he was gone. Then I moved quickly while he was still away.