A/N: Hey guys! This was a completely random idea that came to mind. PLEASE READ IT ALL THE WAY THROUGH TO GET THE POINT! One-shot... if you think I should turn this into a series of drabbles just tell me... ENJOY!

Eavesdropper

Charlotte walked upstairs to her room after a long cheer practice. She opened the door to find her ghost boyfriend, Jonah, sitting on the bed waiting for her. She threw her duffel bag full of clothes down on the bed and sat beside Jonah.

"Rough day at practice?" Jonah asked her as she untied her shoes and kicked them off.

"Heck yeah I did," she muttered, laying her head on his shoulder. "My back is freaking killing me."

"Want me to help you with that?" Jonah asked, a deviant smile creeping across his pale face.

Outside, Jonah's father, Ramsey Aickman, was prowling around the house. He passed by Charlotte's bedroom when he heard soft sighing and groaning behind the closed door. He backed up and placed his ear on the wood.

"Oh, that feels great," Charlotte moaned. "Can you put a little more pressure on it?" There was a pause, then another moan.

"How was that?" his son asked. What was he doing?

"Oh, God, that feels good!"

"Should I go a little lower?"

"PLEASE!" the girl exclaimed in a hushed voice. There was another pause and more sighing.

"Can I take this off? It's way too thick and I can't feel anything," Jonah asked. Take what off?

"Yeah, I don't see why not. Less is more," the girl replied. There was another pause and a small thump. What in the world was going on in there? Ramsey pressed his ear closer to the door. The bed started to creak and the girl began moaning again.

"Harder, please… Yeah, that's it… C'mon, grind into it!" she ordered. Sweet Mother Mary what was she talking about? The moans got louder, and then she yelped. "Ouch! Not that hard!" she cried.

"I'm sorry! Want me to kiss it and make it better?" Jonah asked. Kiss what? Ramsey heard small kissing sounds and both of them moaning. "Should I move that over to the side, or just take it off completely?" There was another small thud. "Can you lie on your back? If I get on top, I think I can reach better." WHAT? There was another pause. The bed creaked with their movements.

"Ooh, God, Jonah! Are you sure you've never done this before?" Charlotte exclaimed.

"Well, seeing as I only lived with my father… then yes, I'm absolutely sure," he laughed. Charlotte moaned again.

"Oh, ooh, move your hands there… Oh, God… Ooh, put your fingers there… Oh, God, that's amazing!" the girl moaned in pleasure. Ramsey had heard enough. He turned the doorknob and burst through the door.

"WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS GOING ON-" he cut himself off. There on the bed, Charlotte was laying on her stomach; her right side was facing the door. Jonah was on his knees beside her, facing the door, and massaging her back. They turned to Ramsey's direction, wide-eyed. Ramsey nervously stroked his beard and fixed his round spectacles.

"Oh, I'm terribly s-sorry… Carry on," he stuttered, clearing his throat several times. He quickly closed the door behind him. He was so embarrassed, becoming angry didn't even cross his mind. He made his way to the basement and locked himself in the morgue room.

Back in the bedroom, the two teenagers stared at each other, puzzled by Ramsey's strange behavior.

"What was that all about?" Charlotte asked Jonah. Jonah shrugged, piercing blue eyes staring at the door that Ramsey had just left. "It's not like we were doing anything bad."

~THE END~