Meenah Peixes was bored. At first, being a ghost was kinda cool. Splitting her haunting time between the vast estate she used to live in and her former high school...It was enough to keep her entertained. She deserved it after having been killed like that.
Her family had been the wealthiest in town, and surely still was, wherever they'd moved to now. Her mother was particularly influential, and Meenah and Feferi knew of the danger. They just didn't take it as seriously as they should have. But who could've expected anyone to break in that night?
Whether or not she could've done something to prevent it, Meenah was killed.
That was 10 years ago though, and any form of entertainment she could still appreciate as a ghost was getting a little old. So was staying 17 forever, for that matter. When the manor was finally sold after her mother moved out of it, and a new family moved in...that was when things started to get exciting again.
Who could blame her when the fact that they had a daughter her age drew her attention even more?
Currently, she was in the en-suite bathroom that used to belong to her, now to Aranea Serket. Carefully, Meenah picked up the blue lipstick sitting on the counter. Picking things up was awfully difficult as a ghost, but she had years of experience. On the mirror, she scrawled a quick "you know im here beach." Simple, but effective. She set the lipstick back where it was, admiring her handiwork.
Over a period of a month or so, she kept doing little things like that in an attempt to get Aranea's attention, and it worked. The first time Meenah chose to show herself to her was in the school locker room, after the living girl had gym class. With little focus, she was able to flicker into view, wearing the clothes she'd had on when she died. Due to her family's importance, her death had been widely publicized, so Aranea surely recognized her.
"Look, I know you've been researching me or whatever, seeing what I leave you...So I decided we might as well have a little more fun, right, Serket?" She raised a pierced eyebrow, greatly enjoying the look of shock on Aranea's face.
"You're...Meenah Peixes. You were murdered ten years ago by competitors of your mother's, to try and harm her...Of course, you lived in the house that I currently occupy. So you're a ghost then?" Aranea was obviously trying to conceal her shock and fear, but Meenah could see it anyway.
"Damn right I am. So you'd betta get used to me, gill." Meenah had always been fond of fish puns, and continued using them even in death.
Now that the immediate shock had dissipated, Aranea seemed more interested, asking her all kinds of questions about being a ghost. That wasn't really surprising though. Even just from observing her, Meenah could tell that the other girl loved to talk and talk and talk. Mostly about herself.
But soon enough, she had to leave. As a little reminder of her presence, she left Aranea with one slim gold bangle bracelet. They were friends now, after all, so it was the least she could do.
It was easy to notice that the living girl was wearing the bracelet almost all the time now, and absentmindedly playing with it whenever she needed something to do with her hands. Meenah found it oddly endearing, as if she hadn't already had a crush on her.
Their friendship was blossoming, as odd as it was. It was easy to get a playful banter going, and Aranea seemed to trust her with secrets, things she'd never tell the living. That was something Meenah really liked.
Once, Aranea had even admitted that Meenah was her best friend.
And, of course...when they kissed for the first time, not even the difference in mortality could separate them. Who said love had to occur in your lifetime when you had a whole afterlife too?