So this is a snippet I found in my folders of an idea I was playing with where Norman meets Danny... I never really developed anything passed this for the story but thought it was fun and because I'm not doing anything with it and probably wont I figured I could post it. If anyone wants to run with this feel free, and if you tell me I'll put your name and the name of any story this inspires at the bottom. Just PM me. Anyway I hope you enjoy this short little story.

The Ghost Boy

Norman blinked as he watched the girl laughing as she talked to the boy. Was it possible? He wondered peaking from around a building. He wanted to go up and talk to her but he was nervous. He'd never run into anyone who could see what he saw. What if she didn't want to talk to him- didn't believe him? It some how seemed like a much worse a prospect for someone who could see what he saw to not believe him than the shame he felt all the years the whole town laughing at him when non of them did.

He gasped as another boy walked up and joined the two's conversation seamlessly. Two people who could see? This was amazing- unbelievable- he frowned as the boy handed the girl and the other boy a coffee setting down with his own.

Studding the first boy more closely he frowned. The the boy was surrounded by an eerie green fog that glowed slightly- a sign that he was a ghost. But he was laughing with the two living teens drinking with them outside a coffee shop- and Norman was suddenly more worried about what he wasn't able to see. Could normal people see this ghost? If he went in asking- would he seem crazy- was the boy really a ghost?

Maybe it was something else- what if he was possessed? Norman had never seen someone possessed before. Maybe this was how it looked.

Biting his lip he debated with himself. Thinking over the pros and cons. Groaning he finally realized he couldn't let it be if the boy really was possessed. So taking a deep breath he readjusted the straps of his backpack and stepped out from around the building and walking up to the slightly older teens, his legs shaking with nerves.

The three paused in their conversation as he let out a squeaky "Um!"

The ghost boys bright almost white green eyes turned to him in curiosity. The goth girl quirked a dark eyebrow and the other boy's mouth was slightly open as his sentence had abruptly came to a stop.

The ghost spoke first. "Are you okay? You look a little pail."

Those words sent a whoosh of relief through Norman, the normality of the statement washing away his trepidation. He smiled awkwardly, before swallowing, anxiety causing his hands to shake. "I- I..."

"Are you lost?" The normal boy asked his gray eyes curios but not quiet worried.

"N-no." Norman shook his head fervently.

The girl frowned. "Than can we help you?" She was clearly the least welcoming of the group.

Norman swallowed as he stared at the ghost, the specters head tilted slightly. "Do I know you?" He asked.

Norman shook his head again his eyes squeezing shut. "I was just wondering if you were a-a g-ghost!?" He blurted out.

The normal boy dropped his coffee and it tipped spilling across the table.

The girls eye twitched and her fist clinched- the ghost boy stood suddenly a quiver in his voice. "What?! Me? A ghost? Why would you think that?" His voice got squeakier as he spoke.

Next thing Norman knew he'd been slammed into a chair by the girl her violet eyes aflame with rage. "What do you know!?"

Norman gasped his eyes wide with fear. 'What have you gotten yourself into this time? Norman?' He asked himself silent as he babbled incoherent pleas for his life.