Dreamnotfound Oneshots

[18] The friendly ghost pt.2

   I think that saying you're friends with a ghost isn't something most people can say. Especially having a close friendship with said ghost. Most days I would forget just what he was, and catch myself saying dumb things around him, or almost letting it slip to those around me. My mom was weary of me since all I ever did anymore was sit up in my room. She walked in on me once, mid rant to George. "Who the hell are you talking to?" I shuddered at the memory but was thankful for my ability to make quick excuses. Now my own mother things I'm weird but I guess it could be worse. The best part is having someone to confine in that can't really judge me. Sure, he is a judgy person and likes to make fun of me, but honestly who is he going to tell? He's even started slowly opening up to me about what his life was like. He leaves a lot of holes in the storyline, but I never mind. I'm just happy to listen to him. The worst part is since becoming friends, he screwed with me more than he had before. Turning lights back on repeatedly after I turn them off, hiding my clothes after the shower, locking me out of the house, fucking with my computer, and he picked up a habit of hiding paperclips all over the house. I stumble on to at least 7 a day.

   "You're being quieter than normal today." George stated, standing next to me while I did schoolwork on the computer. "I'm just studying for exams is all. Mom will kill me if I get a bad grade." I said whilst typing away at the document in front of me. "Just cheat then." He said, walking over to my bed and sitting down. "They have all sorts or programs implemented in the testing system to prevent online students from cheating. Then I'd really fucking be in for it." I said mildly annoyed at his incessant need to disturb me. "I'll help you cheat then. I never failed an exam, and besides, there's no rule against the help of the dead is there?" He asked wiggling his fingers and taking on an over exaggerated horror movie narrator tone. I laughed and brought my furious typing to a halt. "You? Help me? Yeah right. You live to see me suffer. Or I guess die to." I said, turning in my chair to raise my eyebrows at him. "Ouch Clay, no need to bring my lack of life in to this." He said, holding his hands over his heart and pouting. "You brought it in to the conversation first dumbass." I laughed and stood up, sitting myself down next to him. "Yeah yeah whatever. Anyways, I'd totally help you. I love exams." He said excitedly. "God you're one of those people??" I wrinkled my nose and stuck my tongue out at him. "Do you want my help or not?" He rolled his eyes at my antics and flicked me harshly on the head. "Ow! Fine help me, just dont flick me again" I rubbed my head harshly, furrowing my brows. "Deal. But first.." He flicked me quickly "I swear to go-" I started, reaching for him to push him, but he disappeared before I was able to. "You motherfucker that's cheating!" I said loudly and heard a faint laugh in response. I smiled unable to stay annoyed with him. I sighed and glanced back towards my computer, then looked at the ceiling and let myself fall back against my bed. My room light turned off as I lay back, "Thank you" I called quietly, and took it as an extra push to get some sleep once as I was exhausted from all the late night talks.

   I opened my eyes to see a pair of brown ones staring back, centimeters away from my face. "Jesus fucking-" I exclaimed jumping backwards. "Boo!" George said, doubling over and giggling, "I scared you didn't I?" He said between laughs, trying to catch his breath. "What? No! No way no." I crossed my arms and sat up glaring at the giggly boy. "Fucking liar, you should've seen your face oh my god." he said and smiled up at me real big. I felt the corners of my mouth tug up instinctually as I looked at his smile. He looked at me expectantly and I gave in, shaking my head and smiling back, "Fine. Maybe you did get me....but never again." I unfolded my arms and scooted to make room for him. "We'll see about that." He said slyly, sitting down next to me. I sighed out contently and reached my hand out to hit the boy softly in the arm. "What was that for?" He asked quietly, holding his hand over where my fist had been. "That was for being you." I said, keeping it as vague as possible. How do I keep myself from letting on how deeply I cared about him? How does that even work? He giggled quietly and hit me back, softer than I had hit him. "You too." He said then rubbed his thumb across where he had hit me. I felt goosebumps shoot up my skin like everytime we touched, but this time I felt a spark of something else shoot up too. I felt my face heat up as I was suddenly hyper aware of his fingers on my arm. I reached my hand up and pretended to fix my hair, so he let his touch fall away. "Do you wanna go somewhere?" I asked, propping myself up on my elbows. "Like where? I don't even know if I can leave." He said softly tilting his head at me and looked down with a small frown. "You've never tried to leave?" I questioned. "I've never had a reason to I guess," He mumbled, playing with his thumbs, "But I suppose we could try." I looked at him and smiled warmly when his eyes met mine. "Let's go then!" I sat up quickly and jumped off my bed, grabbing his hand and pulling him up with me.