JT Yorke was a much loved student at Degrassi for all of his middle school and high school career. His tragic death in his senior year of high school halted his life, putting an end to a bright pupil's life and casting a shadow over every person in the area.
Nicolette looked at her work, satisfied. She glanced through the old address book lent to her by family friend Marco and looked quietly at what was sitting in front of her.
Okay, first I'll call Toby Isaacs, he was in the article in the news, and then I'll email-
"You've got it all wrong you know."
Nicolette whirled around and found herself facing a young teenage boy. He wore a smile and seemed friendly, but he shouldn't be in her room.
"Don't touch me," she warned. She trembled, and contemplated screaming.
"I'm not here to rape you or anything," the guy said, grinning, "So calm down."
"How'd you get in my house?"
"I'm dead- I can go anywhere." Nicolette froze.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. My name is JT Yorke."
Nicolette jumped back.
"No way!" The guy pointedly put his hand through the wall and removed it, smirking at the very frightened Nicolette.
"I heard you were writing an article about me, and I decided to make sure you got it right." Nicolette was still shaking at the thought that she was talking to a ghost, but she grabbed her notepad.
"Um, OK, shoot."
"Ask me a question."
"What happened right before you died?"
"I had an argument with my ex-girlfriend and the mother of my son Liberty," he began, and closed his eyes. "She asked me if I loved my girlfriend Mia, who I didn't love, and I said I didn't know. She left in tears so I went to ask my best friend Toby for help. He told me to follow my feelings, so I went outside to find Liberty and tell her I loved her. Then I found these guys, and they stabbed me."
"That's it?" Nicolette gasped, "Oh, how sad!" He never got to tell Liberty he loved her!
"Yeah, it sucks." Nicolette instinctively placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, which was ice-cold.
"Good night," he said, his voice cracking, suddenly, and he disappeared.
When Nicolette slept that night, a dream came to her.
"Can we just talk about this please?" he begged. He stared into her eyes, which were pools of hurt and anger.
"What is there to talk about- you already gave me your answer!" she retorted hotly. She looked as if she were moments away from bursting into tears. JT knew she was right. He had given his answer . . .hadn't he?
"I have a girlfriend- Mia- who I really, really like!" he yelled at her. He liked Mia a lot! Why couldn't Liberty see that.
"Do you love her?"
It was a very simple question, but so complicated. JT hesitated. He knew what he had had with Liberty was love . . .but did he and Mia have the same thing? He mentally kicked himself.
"Yes!" he answered, "Of course I do!" Hey eyes grew more distressed. He hated that. No, wait, he didn't care!
"Then why are you standing here talking to me?" she asked. She tried to walk past, but JT's grip remained steady. It felt good to support her, in a way again. No, wait, he . . .
"I- I don't know," he said. Why had he held her here to tell her that? He sounded like a moron!
"I think you do," Liberty spat, "You're just too much of a coward to admit it!" And with that he let her run. He stared after her. What had he done? And where was Toby? He walked through the halls to where he had left him, and found him with some girl making out. She pulled away and said something quick, and walked off, with Toby looking after her like and idiot.
"You know what rocks, JT?" Toby asked in a dreamy voice, "Making out with, with a chick." JT shook his head to himself.
" Well," he muttered, "At least someone's having a good time." Toby looked at him.
"Man, whatever, dude, I can't feel my lips!" JT shot down the urge to punch him.
"Tobs, I got a situation here," he told him.
"Alright, shoot!"
"Kay, I have this meatball sub, right? With zesty sauce, and gooey, gooey cheese, alright, and I, I like the sub, a lot. But, somehow, I find myself craving oatmeal." Toby studied him.
"Is this a Mia meatball sub?" JT nodded, and he went on, "Alright, well, very tasty, but you get tired of it. Now Liberty's always been there for you. You can depend on her. JT shook his head.
"I . . .I miss her, Tobs, and I know I shouldn't, but I do. It's so stupid!" he growled.
"No, look, it, it's not stupid, "Toby told him, "You can't fight how you feel. Now go out there and find her!" JT smiled.
"You know what, you're right. You're always right, Tobs. I'm gonna go out there, and I'm gonna get myself a big bowl of Liberty!" he paused and glanced around, "Um, oatmeal."
And with that he ran outside to find his oatmeal. How had he been so stupid? Liberty wasn't just any girl, she was his one love! How could he have left her? She was right, she was so right, and he loved her.
"Liberty!" he called, and then saw Johnny Dimarco and that kid Drake, urinating on his car.
"Couldn't find a toilet?" he said sarcastically.
"He did," said a drunken Drake. JT rolled his eyes.
"Oh I got it- my car sucks. Ha ha ha. You guys slay me with my humor."
Suddenly, a sharp blade pierced his back, though his nerves. He gasped, and sunk to the ground. His vision started blurring. He saw a hazy shape running to him. Was Drake or Johnny going to finish him off? Then he heard a wail. It was Liberty. If he was going to die, at least it would be in her arms.
The world went black.
Nicolette woke with a start. She shook for a few minutes before getting out of bed. She knew her dream had come from JT. After getting ready, she walked to the empty Degrassi. It was six in the morning. She was alone.
"JT!" she called. As if he heard her, which he probably did, he appeared.
"Hey."
"You sent me that dream."
"Yup."
"You still love her."
"Liberty?"
"Yes."
"Yeah, I do."
"Why aren't you with her now?"
"She's moved on," JT murmured, "I can';t hold her back." At that moment, Nicolette felt so sad, it swept her off her feet. JT was only a ghost, but she knew he was a friend to her. And she had to find this Liberty and get her back with JT.
He deserves to be happy.