His girl. His girl. I lied there thinking of her. What's so special about her? Zoey Hanson use to be the girl I despised with every cell in my body, but now that Kurtis was dead, what was she to me? Unsure and afraid, I picked up my album. There were pictures of memories I held, there in one small black booklet. I flipped a few pages, and glanced down on us. Zoey and Me…and Kurtis. Would he hate me if he was still alive? Would he hate the fact I was falling for his girl. The girl who held his child.
"…H-hey." A voice mumbled from the corner. I glanced up at to the ceiling.
"Fucking delusions." I stated to myself.
"Wow Xander, you could never really tell from reality, huh?" He stated as he plumped down at the foot of my bed. I quickly sat up. Were my eyes betraying me? Kurtis sat there looking at me. Straight at me.
"You're not really here." I whispered. He sighed, and came to sit beside me. He put his arms around me, and I just allowed my imagination to hug me. I looked at him in shocked, was this real? Or a horrible lie? Either way at the moment, I truly didn't care.
"I'm sorry." He said, his hair covered his face. I lied my head on his shoulder. He was here. Maybe as a ghost, but he was here.
"It's ok." I mumbled trying to hold back tears. "I am sorry…" I needed to tell him about Zoey.
"Keep her safe, alright?" My dead company replied to my thoughts.
"Alright."
"Let her know I still love her, and that it's ok for her to move onto you. I know you care about her and she cares about you. Just don't hurt her, or my child." He didn't sound sad, nor mad, but he sounded a bit peaceful, serene. "Like I said…Keep her safe." He whispered in my ear.
"Wait!" He paused and turned to me as he got up. "Will I see you again?"
"Maybe." Then he was gone. I glanced at where he disappeared at, then back down to the picture of us. It was just me and Zoey. Kurtis was gone there too.
"Bye." I murmured. A tear trembled down onto my lips, and dropped down to the picture.
"Teddy," Dad said as he tapped on my door. "Phone for you." He handed me the phone.
"Hello?"
"Hey…" I heard her sigh on the phone.
"Hey." I began to blush at the resonance of Zoey's voice. We chatted for hours. Subjects about Kurtis, subjects not about Kurtis, but we both thought about thanking him. I thank him. And it was official: My old enemy, became my new girl. I Love You, Zoey Hanson.