Reintroduction

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"Dain! Are you alright up there?" asked a snooty voice from downstairs. "You gave me the fright of my life! I spilled hot water everywhere!!!"
Finis started to panic. 'What do I do. What do I do. What do I do!?'  he started wracking his brain with possible ideas.
"Dain?" asked the voice sounding more worried.

"Uh- Everything's alright, mother! Just dropped a few books... Haha... Studies, you know-" Finis was wanting to finish his sentence but realized that his imitation of Dain was extremely bad. Scared that Dain's mother would notice something, he held his breath.

"Um- Yes! Okay, dear... Let me know if you need help!" said Dain's mother.
Finis exhaled. 
'This is why Ghosts don't talk to the living. And well done on that amazing introduction, you idiot! It could've been much nicer, but nooooo-' 
Finis stopped his thoughts. He began to look at the boy lying face down on the floor. Dain looked so... peaceful. His hair was slightly dishevelled, his waist coat now slightly wrinkled-
A small sigh echoed through the room.
Snapped out of his trance, Finis looked down and saw that Dain had awoken.

"What the hell-" Dain began. He got up from lying on the floor, straightened the wrinkles in his clothes and combed his hand through his blonde hair. "What the hell just happened!?" he asked himself again.
Finis' thoughts fell quiet, his Ghostly form went still.
"It must've just been me," Dain said. He sighed, then walked to his desk, took some old books out of his brown leather bag and sat down on the wooden chair.
Finis' thoughts began to race again. He proceeded to think about how he never had a chance with Dain at school. How Dain was so popular and Finis was hardly noticeable during high school. How, for once, he and Dain were now together... The only difference being that one is dead and the other, still alive.

'What if I have my chance now?'

"It wasn't your head playing tricks on you," Finis said.
Dain jumped out of his seat once again, horrified.
"Before you faint again, let me reintroduce myself and let you know that you shouldn't panic-"

"NOT PANIC!? HOW AM I NOT SUPPOSED TO PANIC!? THERE'S AN INVISIBLE BEING IN MY BEDROOM!" Dain retorted, his voice cracking.

"Listen, just sit down and let me explain," Finis said sternly.

Without thinking too much about it, Dain obeyed Finis' order. "Explain before my mother thinks I've gone insane."

Finis inhaled. "Right. Hi, I am a Ghost... as you probably know. I died and now I'm here. And the reason I'm here is because every year during the month of October, Ghosts get assigned a person to Haunt." 
Dain opened his mouth as if he was about to speak, but then closed it again.
Finis continued, "Now, before you become all willy-nilly over this Haunting thing, let me explain what that means. Haunting is a mandatory thing for Ghosts. We are assigned a living person to look after until next October. Then we get assigned a new person, blah blah. You get the idea," Finis paused, "Now you may speak."

Dain's mouth was agape. His blue eyes darted around the room as if he was looking for something. "Wh-where are you?" he stuttered.

"Well obviously you can't see me, idiot. But if it helps, I can wear a hat!" Finis responded.

"You can't just wear a hat! What if mother walks in and sees a bowler hat just floating around!? She'd think I've been bewitched!" Dain snapped back.

"I honestly thought you were much smarter than this," Finis sighed, "But I'll only wear the hat around you, you dimwitted bafoon!"

"Don't you dare call me that! I am smart! Probably even smarter than you!"

"Doesn't seem like it, does it now? Anyway, before we have a whole argument about who's smarter, let me put the damn hat on." Finis grabbed the same black bowler hat he used the first time he introduced himself and placed it gingerly on his head. "See? Here I am!" 
Dain watched in amazement as his hat glided across the small room. "You never stated your name," he told the Ghost.

"OH! How rude of me. My name is Finis! Finis McRay!" 

Dain's face fell in realization.

"Finis? As in the excrutiatingly quiet kid from high school?!"

"Oh wow. Who knew you, out of all people, even knew I existed."

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