Ch 1: Stab My Heart
Ghost!AlfredxStudent!Arthur
Summary: Arthur Kirkland was different from the other kids, because Arthur could see ghosts. His life just seemed to turn for better and for worse because of that. USUK. Ghost!AlfredxArthur
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A/N:
Hey fellas! Back with a new fic that I just thought of while sick :( Being sick doesn't feel really nice... (oh duh).
Well I'll leave you at that. Enjoy!
Arthur Kirkland was very unlike the kids his age. Starting from when he was just a young boy, Arthur could see ghosts. He told everyone that, all of them laughed and didn't believe him but Arthur knew, Arthur knew he could so he started talking to them.
The ghosts - he found out - were nice to chat with, so Arthur would always hide to places where nobody could see him and talk to them, just to escape the harsh words of his father, the sore beating from his bullies, the ignorance of his teachers and the odd stares he gets from almost everyone around him - all of which started from him proclaiming and trying to prove he could see and talk to ghosts, and also the fact that Arthur was gay. And because of that, he often contemplates suicide.
This story so begins from one certain day when Arthur walks home from school...
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Walking down the hidden alleys he always walks on to prevent being sought out by his bullies, Arthur swears to himself - this alley way just so happens to be new. As Arthur walks around a corner he turns to look at the beautiful house he's always admired.
For sale again?
This was about the ninth time he's seen the blue house for sale, but he didn't get it - the house was lovely, the first floor had a bright sky blue color while the second had white, it had a curved slope leading from a door on the second floor to the street and had pink flowers tangled with the railing, the windows were large and clear (someone must have just moved out) and the roof was a darker shade of sky blue as the first floor, the cobblestone covering the drive way was nice and neat and there were beautiful orange and yellow flowers framing the house by the fence - why would someone move out of that?
Cursing his inflated curiosity Arthur decided that he just had to find out. So he attempted to break in.
Grabbing the doorknob, Arthur found out the house wasn't locked. Funny, why would someone leave the door open? Unless someone was in, perhaps? Arthur looked from left to right, rethinking his decision and backing away slowly, then going to make a sprin-
A strong gust of wind blew him in.
A little panicked, Arthur surveyed his surroundings. The house was actually simple in the inside; the walls were the color of white and the curtains were made of lace, the carpet was beige and there was a somewhat dusty fireplace to the left of the room. Arthur investigated more of his surroundings, but a presence made him turn around.
By the door was a boy - around his teens, Arthur noted - he had honey blond hair with a stubborn cowlick and eyes matching the blue of the house, framed by archaic glasses. He wore a brown leather jacket with a plain white tank top underneath and slim denim jeans, from his fading feet and form Arthur could tell he's a ghost.
"Are you the original owner of this house?" Arthur asked, not one bit fazed that in front of him was a ghost.
"Yup! Me and my mom and my bro" the tall ghost replied a bit cheerily, Arthur cringed a bit on the grammar "Wait! You could see me!?" The ghost hovered closer to Arthur and waved a shady hand in front of his face. Arthur scowled.
"Yes, I could see you now stop doing that!" The shorter blond attempted to wave the ghosts hands away from his face, only to fade through.
"Dude, you talk funny. 'You British?" the cheery ghost laughed, liking the first kind of company he's had since he died.
"Stupid American, of course I am!" The Brit retorted. The ghost was different somehow, he wasn't mature or depressed like most of the ghosts Arthur's talked to, he oddly seems happy.
"Jeez, who got your panties in a twist?" The ghost half-mocked half-asked Arthur, crossing his arms and floating around him annoyingly.
Arthur moved to sit on the surprisingly not dusty floor, to which the American ghost followed and sat in front of him. Arthur sighed "Nothing... Other than being tortured by everyone I've known since I moved here". The ghost ducked his head, regretting his question, he mumbled an almost inaudible apology - that Arthur heard anyway - and an awkward silence draped over them like a thick blanket.
The ghost fake-coughed, drawing in Arthur's attention. "I'm Alfred by the way. Alfred F Jones"
Arthur looked at the American "Arthur. Mine's Arthur Kirkland". And they stayed like that for a couple of seconds, just staring at each other. Until Arthur stood up.
" Sorry, I've got to go home now. I'll see you later Alfred" he waved to the ghost and exited the house, from behind him he could hear Alfred calling out "You too Arthur! The door's always open!"
Arthur smiled to himself, the ghost was interesting and quite nice.
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After that encounter, Arthur found himself visiting the haunted house more and more, he found out that nobody was buying the house or staying there for long because Alfred was scaring everyone out.
Arthur found the American ghost's company amusing, Alfred would always laugh and smile as if he's still alive and not at all tormented that he could never go to heaven - which Arthur found was odd since the boy was a good person (or ghost). Alfred would tell stories about when he was alive, like one of the times when he and his twin brother - named Matthew - would stay up in their tree house and throw water balloons at people's heads. Arthur also found out that Alfred died protecting Matthew from thieves that raided their house; that one of the thieves pointed a gun at Matthew so Alfred drew attention to himself to give time for his twin to call the cops, another of the thieves caught what they were planning and shot at Alfred and he bled to death at their carpet. Alfred also never left the house, he claimed to protect it, thus not having any company from other ghosts, that Arthur was his first company in years.
They had grown quite attached to each other and Arthur would sometimes throw sidelong glances at him, longing to be able to touch, at least even for a short while.
A/N:
Phew! I'm happy with this chappy :) Any of you liked it? The dots and dashes were morse code for 'Stab My Heart' btw!
This is gonna be a short multi chapter fic so I can't wait! I'll probably post a new chapter every week ;) just so you guys could be happy.
Alfie's house there is based on an actual house that I come across when I walk home from school. It went on and off on sale (even though it was a really pretty looking house) so a friend and I decided that it was haunted. That's about it.
Favorites and reviews would be very appreciated :) See ya'll next chapter!