A/N this is my first fan fic, so please don't get mad at me. Suggestions and comments are welcome, but please remember that I'm only 13.
"Dibbs!" Holly and George called at the same time. I looked at Lockwood. He smiles. "Well Luce, I guess we're sharing." Holly shoots me a sympathetic glance, while subtly fist bumping George.
"I guess we are," I say, equally calm. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"No," He says, and ends the conversation by walking into our new shared room. Holly and George have already taken their bags into theirs, and I am alone in the hallway of Seagull Cabin, the small building along the Ocean front, barley more than a shed, that our customer, Mr. Robert, rents out in the summer. Upon entering, the 4 of us realized the one flaw in us staying here. There are only 3 bedrooms. Now, standing outside my bedroom door, a million thoughts sweep through my head. Will Lockwood be embarrassed? Do I talk in my sleep? Does he sleep without a shirt? Shaking my head to clear it, I step into my room. Thankfully there are 2 beds, although, for some weird reason, I feel a twinge of disappointment at this. Cut it out, brain. Lockwood has already claimed the left bed, and has shut himself in the bathroom to change into clean clothes before we meet with our client. We haven't actually seen Mr. Robert in person, so when there's a loud thump on the door 20 minute later, I am not prepared for the giant of a man waiting on the step. Lockwood finally emerges from the bathroom to greet our client. They shake hands, Holly closes the door, and we all perch on chairs in the cramped dinning room/kitchen area. Mr. Robert looks out of proportion with the rest of the small house, with his impressive height of at least 6" 7. He has short black hair, and wild blue eyes. After making some quick small talk, Lockwood gets down to business. "So, tell us more about this ghost"
Mr. Robert leans back in his chair. "Well, 'es been spotted along the beach here every night since last Monday. I haven't seen it, obviously, but the locals say 'e looked like a pirate, hat, fancy vest, long tangled hair, you name it. No one's been able to look for long though. Then they say they feel to sad and scared, and run from the shore. The kids 'ave spotted him in different places along the coast each time. Now, I'm not sure how much to believe...,"
He trails off. George crunches a cookie. "Ooh, mysterious," he says, raining crumbs.
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The ghost at the coast, a locklyle fanfic
Short StoryLockwood and co are called to the sea side for a new case. But, something is wrong. Nobody has ever died in this spot, so why is there a ghost? Will locklyle and the rest of the team figure it out? P.S. locklyle fluff too
