So this is basically chapter 1 continued, i just cut it in half so yea. Hope ya like
"What time is it?" I asked.
"Around ten. Want to go get some breakfast and get a few things we need for the house? I'll buy Starbucks." She cockily offered. She knew me to well.
"Yes! I love you right now!" I exclaimed and ran back down to the bathroom to straighten my hair. There was nothing in the basement, I breathed a sigh of relief. After my hair fell straight I ran back upstairs and followed Claire out to the car. After we got our coffee, well Lilly and Wyatt had coco, then we went to Ikea, the perfect place to get everything for a new home, then Winco for food.
"What should we cook for dinner? What would do think they like?" She asked as walked through the aisles at Winco.
"I don't know, they're your friends." I shrugged.
"How about pasta salad and croissants? " She asked. I nodded. "Go grab mozzarella and olives and meet me at the pasta isle. I nodded and rushed off to where they keep the cheese. As I was deciding to get what brand I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I turned and saw a tall boy around 16 or 17 (my age range). He had blond hair, blue eyes, perfect skin, and great smile containing braces. He was pretty hot but looked a little to cocky for me.
"Hey, I've never seen you before." He asked and flashed me a confident smile.
"Really? That's weird." I said. His smile dropped and I smiled knowing I just ruined his game plan.
"Oh, uh, how long have you lived here?" He stuttered out.
"Around 2 hours." I answered. He laughed and I kept a very straight face. "What? I'll have you know I've met a lot of people in those 2 hours."
"Ghosts don't count you know." He joked. My eyes grew wide and my mouth dropped. "Are you okay, I was just joking because you're the one that just moved into the old Aikman house, right? The big white one."
"Why would you say ghost?" I asked after recovering.
"You don't know? Supposedly your new house is haunted by Aikman and his psychic son." He answered.
"They forgot to mention that. What happened that would make it haunted?" I asked quickly. He looked mildly concerned.
"Well it used to be a funeral home-"He started
"WHAT!" I cut him off. The real estate agent definitely forgot to mention this. He nodded and continued.
"Yea, I think they did all the body preparation stuff in the basement . But they also did séances. The son was supposed to be really good, he actually made stuff appear. But I guess he got a little to strong because they did a séance and everybody got burned to a crisp. Except the medium boy who just disappeared. Then not long after that they dug up the cemetery to move it and found a whole bunch of empty coffins with no evidence of where the body's went. Most people think Aikman used them for some kind of voodoo shit or something. So… have you really seen anything?" He asked nervously.
"I think I might have." I stared at the floor, picturing the burnt boy I'd seen. I didn't really want to go into details to this guy I just met, oh I don't even know his name. "What's your name, I'm Aubrey."
"Colton. So that place really is haunted." He stared at me with wide eyes.
"No! Ghosts aren't real. Its probably just some story someone made up that turned into some superstitious myth over the years." I answered as calmly as I could.
"So you haven't seen any monsters or anything?" He asked.
"Just my siblings." I joked. We laughed.
"Well let me give you my number and if any ghosts or ghouls try and hurt the prettiest girl in Goatswood I'll come save you." His voice was dripping in cheesy flirtation but I wasn't about to turn down someone to talk to.
"Aww, my knight in shining armor." I answered sarcastically. He smiled cockily and wrote his number down. "Well I got to go, the pasta isles waiting for me." I waved and ran off. At least now I know I'm not insane. But is this really better? And should I tell Claire. No, she needs this break. I'll let her live in peace until things get ugly. So far nothings tried to hurt me, and apparently Colton will come save me if anything does. I can handle this. I found Claire and threw the stuff in the cart.
"What took so long?" She asked.
"Made a friend." I answered.
"Wow, that was fast. See, this is going to be easy here." She smiled and I forced a fake smile. I'm really not sure why I'm not scared out of my mind, but for some reason the ghosts didn't really scare me. Creep me out? Yes, but so does about fifty percent of my family so that's nothing new. I can do this. By the time we got home it was around five. There was still no sign of Sara and Matt so Claire started making dinner and I started putting everything away that we got. Right after the dinner was made there was a knock on the door. I ran to go get it and found a blond haired woman who was probably late thirties early forties. She was holding on to a sickly, pale boy who didn't look to good.
"Hi. Sara?" I asked awkwardly.
"Yes, this is Matt, He needs to lie down. Is there a bed ready?" She asked.
"Let me go ask." I led her into the kitchen where Claire was and they instantly started a nonstop talking conversation. I see why they became friends. Matt was sitting at the table. He looked exhausted. I sat down next to him and decided to start a conversation.
"Hey, I'm Aubrey." I smiled
"I'm Matt. What's it like here?" He asked.
"Well so far this house has made me spazz out at any sudden movement, made me question my sanity, and convince me I'm low in vitamins. Other than that its great, nice and spacy." I laughed. He chuckled and grinned. It was nice to see him look… more alive.
"Sounds like a keeper." He smiled.
"Definitely Barbie's dream house." I nodded with a completely straight face.
"Well Matt, you have any idea what room you want?" Claire asked.
"Is there a bed in the basement?" I looked at him like he was insane. The basement? Cold and creepy.
"Yea. There's two, so whoever gets that room has to have a roommate though." She answered. I thought about this for a minute, sickly cancer boy living in the basement which seemed to be ghost central. He didn't look like he'd be able to sprint up the stairs if they try and get him. I sighed, I know what I got to do.
"I'll be his roommate." I offered. Matt smiled.
"See, problem solved." He said. He got up and looked at me to show him where it was. I got up and started walking to the basement. We got half way and he stopped. I looked at him and my heart broke. He was so young and had to go through so much.
"Need help?" I Offered and wrapped my arm around him helping him down the stairs. I helped him walk across the room to his bed and sat him down.
"Thanks. You seem strangely at ease with me." He said.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Most people treat me different, they look at me like I'm some glass doll ready to shatter. They actually usually avoid me." He laughed when he said it but I could tell it hurt him more than he led on.
"Sick people aren't really a new thing for me." I answered. He gave me a weird look. "I spent a lot of time in the Hospital a couple years ago."
"For what?" He asked.
"When I was ten my stomach started hurting really bad, but my foster dad wasn't the most nurturing and he told me it was just the flu and ignored me. About a week later the pain disappeared and I felt fine. I went back to school like nothing happened. The next day, even though I felt fine my fever was rising rapidly. I was at 105 and the school called the hospital. It turns out my appendix had burst ten days earlier. You're supposed to die within 24 hours so I was a miracle. They instantly put me into surgery and found the poison had spread. They took out as much poison as possible. They decided they'd keep doing surgeries until my body shut down. They didn't exactly have high hopes for me. Almost every night they told me I wasn't going to make it. But somehow that went on for three years. Then the poison just disappeared. It still hasn't come back and here I am, nice and healthy." I smiled. He smiled back, a little bit of hope shined in his eyes.
"So since you got you're appendix taken out, do you have a wicked scar now?" He joked.
"Sweetie, I have many wicked scars." I laughed and patted my belly. He laughed. "You need sleep, So I'm going to go help Claire and your mom." He nodded and I ran up the stairs.
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