I always thought that once you die that all you were ever going to be was dead. However, I guess that wasn't the case as I continued to stand above my own dead body. Hi, my name is Lucy Heartfilia and before I died I was just your regular sixteen-year-old girl that couldn't stand anything about my adolescent life. Including the fact that I could see, hear, and talk to ghost even when I was alive so the fact that I am one now is kind of ironic. My seventy-year-old grandmother always tried to warn me about my powers but half the time I ignored her because I didn't want to feel like a freak and end up creeping people out because of it. But now I wish I listened to her because if I knew more about my powers I would have known that even after I died that I would still have them. But like most supernatural stories we must start from the beginning and it all started off this morning when I was getting ready to go to school. I had just gotten out the shower and was putting on some clothes until something weird happened. I felt a random cold shiver go up and down my spine as soon as I had placed on my jeans.
Sure, you're probably thinking how much harm could a shiver be and that I was just over reacting but let me tell you that if you knew how many weird unexplainable things happened to me then you would realize that I was not. Only because I grew to understand that whenever I feel cold shivers that's obviously not the wind it usually means that one of them is here one of the ghost. Then I would get this feeling of constant paranoia because I could never tell if they were good or bad or who it could be. This was why I ended up grabbing a knife that I always kept in my bathroom whenever I deal with shit like this.
Slowly I tiptoed out of my bathroom and made my way back towards my bedroom where I flung my knife like a bow and arrow incase anything jumped me.
"Woah there Buffy," A deep familiar random voice said aloud. "You could really chop someone's head off with this thing."
After removing my hands from uncovering my eyes I rolled them when I saw who it was.
"Natsu how many times have I warned you not to sneak up on me like that?" I questioned with my arms crossed glaring at him.
"Well since I never really counted I'm guessing a bunch of times." he answered back honestly with a smirk.
I shook my head before going up to him and snatching my knife back out of his hands.
"What no hug?" he questioned pouting with his arms opened wide.
I smiled automatically caving in and going over to hug him. It's been so long since I've seen him so I knew that I wouldn't be able to stay mad at him for long.
"Where have you been?" I asked playfully brushing his shoulder.
"I can't tell you Lu you know that." He reminded me.
I groaned in frustration as I threw myself on my bed and stared up at the ceiling to avoid looking at him.
The only cool thing about seeing ghosts was that I got to meet Natsu and ever since I met him he became one of my best friends. He also became someone that I deeply cared for so when he just disappears for long periods of time without a word of his whereabouts, I get scared and end up thinking that he's fully gone and it frightens me because I know that it'll happen one day and I won't be able to take that when it does.
"Even though it's cute when you pout, you shouldn't" he said walking to stand in between my legs.
It was then at this moment was when I realized that I only had just my jeans and bra on and nothing else.
Shyly, I looked at him just to find him looking at me already. Natsu was very good looking for a ghost. He has shaggy pink hair that stuck up a bit, black eyes, a muscular lean body and nice tan skin. He was the poster boy add for fine as hell and dropped dead gorgeous. The mystery guy that you dream about once you just got done watching something romantic on TV. The kind of guy you wished that you had a chance with even though he's dead.
Sometimes there are times where I wish that I could tell him how I feel especially now when his eyes are roaming over my light tan skin. It was moments like this where I get the feeling that hey maybe I do have a chance or that he was just being a guy enjoying the view of a half-naked girl in front of him. It's not that I'm ugly or anything I'm far from it I have an hour glass figure with nice curves, pale skin and natural long blonde curly hair.
"Well can you blame me I haven't seen you in almost a year Natsu I was worried," I confessed.
"I'm sorry for worrying you," He apologized slowly laying down top of me resting his head against his fist. When he did that I smiled that smile that us girls do when you're so close to your crush that you could kiss them.
I know what you're thinking how can I let a random dead ghost boy lay on top of me like this. Well guess what unfortunately my answer is that we are close so close to where things like this is normal for us. I guess this was why I ended up falling for him in the first place. But what I don't know, is if he fell for me.