"Not again..." May woke up with a start, back in her bed, and turned over. once again, She had had a, ah, rather inappropriate dream staring her and her best friend from when she was little, Pumpkin. May looked out of the window, and sighed. She couldn't believe that it was Pumpkin that she was dreaming about. She sighed, glad that it wasn't Fabbio. May could only just stand him at the best of times. In her dreams, she would pinch herself, and wake up, usually to see Pumpkin in the corner, watching her, or looking at her stuff with an avid interest.
Many a night, May hadn't gotten much sleep, and took a nap, so she and Pumpkin could stay up all night, talking about different people, Bea, her mother, Arista and his bees, yes, Fabbio, Zero, Lucius (Though Pumpkin didn't like talking about him) and if Bo Cleevil had started to return from his state. Pumpkin had been changing, a lot too. His hair was at least brushed most of the time, his haunted eyes gaining life, well, as much as a dead man could have.
May also noticed that Pumpkin would occasionally trace patterns over her skin, the light fading moments after his finger moved. May loved it. they did it, nearly every night, until may turned sixteen. they always talked, and laughed, and joked, and May never lost her Sight. The woman in her bathtub? May would talk to her, and finally got it to her that The lady was, indeed, dead, not the other way around.
May saw to it that the lady on the back stair case got cut down, by Pumpkin, and she was able to be 'revived.' Pumpkin left early that night, to help her to the afterlife, May smiling at Pumpkin. The way that he had done it, so carefully, making sure that if he couldn't get her in time, that she wouldn't fall onto anything, even if it wouldn't hurt her. His eyes calculated everything with just a couple glances.
The football players she finally heard one night, and took advantage of it. Her mom wasn't there, having gone out, trusting May not to do... anything. Meaning, of course, run into the forest and get lost, like last time. Pumpkin was there with her, and they all had a lovely time there. May made them promise to go with Pumpkin, as soon as they had had their fun. They didn't return, and May was happy. It was a little hard to deal with a lot of football players, sitting right in her kitchen, as she was making dinner.
The two ghost children were perhaps the easiest. She just played a couple games of hide-and-seek with them, and they went with Pumpkin.
May felt like she was just becoming greater and greater friends with Pumpkin, but Pumpkin didn't feel the exact same. He could see the love in her eyes, and he, wish and wish though he might, he knew that he wouldn't ever be able to love her in the right way.
Pumpkin saw all the wrong things about her. He would see how her long, raven black hair would gleam against the moonlight. How her Brown eyes, already large, would get larger when he told a story about Fabbio and Bea, or about Arista and him. Or, when he and May had been working on some of the other ghosts, her eyes would narrow, try t figure out how to solve their problems without too much difficulty, on either of their parts. Pumpkin knew that he wouldn't stand a chance against any guy until, and he hated to think it, because he felt so damn guilty, but he wouldn't stand a chance until May died.
An- obviously AU, or after, haven't decided. Reviews are love.