The ghost slowly stepped its way towards them. Calling it stepping was a bit of an exaggeration. It was more like its poorly-shaped limb (that could hardly be called a leg) sank to the floor, an inch of so into the wood. It lifted the next and continued the odd cycle for a few silent minutes until it stood a few feet away from the chain circle. Three teenagers stood in that circle, the iron metal all that was holding back the creature. A brown-haired girl who wasn't chubby but didn't fit in the skinny category, a tall, dark-haired boy who's face was a look of concentration, and a shorter and chubby boy, glasses pushed up onto his pudgy nose.
However, the trio wasn't the slightest bit frightened. They found cases like this boring, and the wider-waisted boy failed to stiffle a yawn. The girl whipped her head slowly to glare at him. She put her finger to her lips and closed her eyes, appearing deep in thought.
"Hear anything, Lucy?" The dark-haired boy asked softly. "It hasn't moved in a while and clearly sees us. Can you find out what it's purpose is?" Normally Lucy would have a smart-alect remark at the ready, but she was deeply focused. Other then the strong paranormal buzzing that was a common noise in the time period of the Problem, she could hear nothing. By now she usually had at least gathered some emotion off of their silent company, but it remained blank.
"Nothing." She sighed quietly. "It is empty for now. We just have to see how this turns out." She adjusted her stance in the chains. While they weren't exactlly building a mansion, the chains still had enough space to hold the three, their bags, and their rapiers. It was tight, and they couldn't sit down. She hated situations like this. They had stood in the chains for three hours once, waiting for a ghost to continue on. For some reason, it found itself attached to the area they were on, and they were unlucky enought that it had happened again.
"At least we know that our placement is affecting it," George mumbled, sliding his glasses up on his nose. "Lucky us." He grabbed a chocolate bar from a pocket and his obnoxious chewing echoed in the silent room. Trying to ignore him, Lucy pulled out a piece of gum. The ghost stood staring in their direction yet at the same time through them. It didn't appear to be very strong. Lucy turned to offer Lockwood a piece of the minty distraction, and at the same time he turned to speak to her. It resulted in an awkward brushing against each other in the cramped space, and both noses nearly touched. Blushing, Lucy quickly looked away, blocking out the obvious look George was giving them. Lockwood failed to get out what he was going to say, and turned to face the ghost casually. What bothered her the most was that Lockwood's face had seemed a bit red too...
(A/N: Sorry if that start wasn't what you hoped for. I am only 14, (15 in a month) and as much as I enjoy writing, I lack the skills that make it a much better read. It is also my first real attempt with a romance, so bear with me. (Probably wrong type of bear...) I was really surprised at the amount of replies this idea got and EXTREMELY grateful. Replies make my week because I feel that I am not a very good writer; not the slightest. Also, I have finals the next few weeks and will try to be active but may forget sometimes or be busy. Please understand... Sorry that was long; pat on the back to you if you read all of that! Thanks sooooo much!!!!
--NC456)
