The Chevy Impala hummed against the road as one brother typed on a laptop, reading of directions to the elder brother.
"Make the next right here. Why are we going to some town in the Boondocks anyway?" Sam asked his older brother.
"Well, you read the article, Sammy. There has been some ghost activity in Pennington, nothing too serious. Lights flickering, dogs freaking out, typical stuff," Dean said, drumming on the steering wheel.
"A ghost in New Jersey. Seems far out there," Sam said, closing his laptop.
"We won't know until we see," Dean sighed as the Impala continued to cruise down the highway.
Sarah Wilson groaned as she heard her best friend create a noisy mess in their apartment. James Hoffman was known throughout town for being eccentric. People were shocked when they discovered that someone could stand him for more than ten minutes before decking him in the face. They found it even more shocking that this person was a woman. Because of this, people assumed that they were sleeping together, which Sarah denied every single accusation. James and Sarah have known each other for three years now, and had this unspoken bond that formed the day they met. They evened each other out. While James was spontaneous, brutal, and rude; Sarah had a calm, kindness to her, unless for some reason she became angry with you. They fought, like most people who live together do, but somehow, they always resolved the incident without needing to say words. Most days they worked as a single machine, each doing what the other wouldn't.
Today wasn't one of those days.
"Jim, what the hell are you doing?" Sarah said, standing in the doorway, glaring at her best friend. Jim had overturned all of the furniture they had in the living room. He even managed to flip over their overstuffed couch, something Sarah was shocked his thin arms could do on their own.
"Where are they?! Where did you hide them?" Jim frantically said, still searching the couch he had pulled the cushions out of.
Sarah just simply sighed, knowing full well what the boy was so frantic about, and answered, "I thought you were going to quit smoking..."
"What? That's a stupid idea, whose idea was that?" Jim said as he popped up from behind the overturned couch.
"Yours," Sarah said, crossing her arms and leaning against the door frame.
Jim paused, and glanced up at her, "Oh," he continued as he gingerly started to put the cushions back.
"You better put everything back, we have to go to school in an hour," Sarah stated as she tugged at her shirt that had rid up to expose a sliver of her skin. This caused an aggravated groan to come from her friend.
"I know you hate it, but we have to go. Your brother would kill me if I let you skip school. Or just kidnap me and have one of those 'talks' again, megalomaniac," Sarah grimaced, reminded of the memory of the elder Hoffman, in his sleek black car, nearly threatening the young woman into babysitting his younger brother.
"Oh skrew Michael, I hate it when he tries to but into my life," Jim grunted as as he flipped the couch back over, then threw himself onto it, quite dramatically.
"Yeah, well, I would rather not be powered over, okay?" Sarah responded as she walked into the kitchen, her bare feet padding against the hardwood floor. She grabbed a chipped mug and started to make her coffee.
Jim smiled and snarkily replied, "I thought you liked to be submissive. Most of those idiotic boys you go for would definitely top, given the situation."
Sarah almost dropped her boiling hot mug, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Oh shut up!" She snapped. Sarah has had a couple relationships in the past, none of which lasted long because of a certain crazy person. But truth is, they never amounted to much, Sarah became bored with them after a month or so, which was way before she could...
"Yes I know, you were never in that kind of situation. Sex is a big step with someone with trust issues," Jim continued, sitting up and holding in laughter when he saw the flustered look on his roommate's face.
"Says the king of the virgins," Sarah barked as she turned away to hide her red face.
"But our situations are different. I don't desire anything of the sort, you on the other hand..." Jim stood walking into the kitchen to grab his own mug of coffee made hours before and was now ice cold.
"I'm not one of those sex-crazed teenage girl, unlike a certain someone we know," Sarah said bitterly, referring to Jim's, if she can be called, 'girlfriend' Elaine. Let's just say, she had a reputation for getting around, and Sarah had no idea what Elaine's appeal was to Jim, he had never showed interest in anyone, let alone a female, before.
Jim simply smirked at Sarah's comment as he stood behind her and slowly rested his forehead on her left shoulder, exhausted.
"Oh, so now you want to start sleeping again," Sarah said, rolling her eyes. Jim's sleeping habits were horrible at best. Sarah couldn't comprehend how a person could stay awake for days on end and not crash.
"I'll be fine," Jim's voice was muffled because of leaning on Sarah's shoulder. Sarah chuckled and started to move away, walking toward the stairs leading to her room, and started to get ready for the incoming school hours.