A/N: I don't know should I say I'm sorry or I'm super sorry. This took more than I expected. It's silly because this won't be a long fiction, only about ten chapters or something like that, and I know what is going to happen. But I just lost my inspiration to write this for a moment. But then I suddenly got it back and... here it is. And not only my inspiration was lost, but so was I, so I just couldn't write. Now on I'll try to update more and be more active.

Thank you for your patience and please try to enjoy. =3=

Chapter 2

"It's always great to get some new students!" Demitri smiled. There were four people around him, smiling and talking with cheerful smiles. One of them was Nikolai, the boy whose parents almost made Demitri to run away during the biology class. Then there were two guys with similar grins and friendly eyes: the brown haired one, Antonio, was a part of Demitri's biology group and spent his last class dreaming next to the window. His friend, Francis, was a blonde Frenchman with wise eyes and soft voice. The fourth one of Demitri's new friends was a beautiful girl, Elizaveta, with long, brown hair. She was wearing a pink flower on her hair which matched perfectly to her school uniform.
"Yes it is! We don't get new faces that often anymore", Francis said.
"Oh, the boy who I met at the morning said the same! Well, at least that was what I got from his words – he said he didn't know me and it looks like you all know each other...", Demitri said and smiled shyly.
"Oh, someone was skipping a class! Tell me, who was it?" Antonio asked. He was ready to go and say something to that skipper!
"Well, he had like... really white hair and a checkered scarf!" Demitri said, trying to remember the looks of the boy he met earlier. After his words an awkward, almost painful silence fell between the group and Demitri had no idea what he did wrong.
"But...", Elizaveta started and bit her lip. Francis patted her shoulder and smiled weakly.
"Sounds like Gilbert, huh?" Antonio said silently and got slow nods.
"Demitri, are you sure of what you saw?" Nikolai wanted to know, now looking really serious.
"Uhm, of course I can't be sure, but..."
"Because that description fits perfectly to Gilbert. But... he died two months ago."

Demitri couldn't concentrate. The teacher was talking something about proverbs and other stupid grammar stuff, which should be important, but it really didn't feel like so. Demitri felt himself stupid and rude. Sure, he didn't know that boy was dead AND a friend of all the others, but usually Demitri knew if he was talking with a ghost. This time he didn't have a clue that white-haired guy was dead. That Gilbert didn't have any kind of wounds, his voice was stable and even though he looked pale, it was still a humane color.
"Hey, don't worry about what happened." Demitri moved his eyes from the desk to Nikolai. The dark haired boy was smiling, and that smile was bright enough to make Demitri smile, too. "You didn't know. And maybe you just saw wrong. It really is fine." Demitri nodded and took a deep breath. He was feeling uncomfortable for sure, but Nikolai's words made him feeling a little bit better. Yes, the others could think he just saw wrong or had a bad memory.
"You're still worrying." Demitri frowned to Nikolai and sighed.
"Maybe a little, but I feel really bad. You all seemed to be sad", the Romanian boy said leaned his chin against his hand. Nikolai let a little smile took over his lips and gently he touched Demitri's shoulder.
"No-one is angry to you", the Bulgarian promised, beamed a bright smile to the other boy and moved his eyes back to the teacher who was still talking about grammar in the front of the class.


"Hey, Demitri!" The called boy turned around and smiled a little to the two boys who ran to him. His first week in his new school was now over and he already got some new friends who didn't run away from him. Even though there was that little accident with that Gilbert-guy...

"Hey Francis, Antonio", the shortest boy said when the Frenchman and the Spaniard catched him. "What's up?"
"Ah, I'm so happy it's Friday! I can finally sleep", Antonio said and yawned. He looked tired, and they had a lot of school works and projects now going on so it wasn't a surprise if some of them were tired.
"Do you have any plans for the weekend?" Francis asked when they stopped on the bus stop. Demitri walked to home because he lived so close to the school, but Francis and Antonio lived in the other side of the city so they used bus to get to school and back.
"No, maybe I'll do school work or then I'll just do nothing", Demitri said and smiled. The first week in a new school was always the hardest, and on the top of that he had so many things to do already... He would be dead before Christmas!
"Sounds like a plan, I think!" Francis laughed.
"Hey guys, going home already?" The three boys turned their head when they heard a familiar voice.
"Yeah, our bus is soon here. You're going to the city center?" Antonio wanted to know, and Nikolai nodded.
"I have to buy a birthday present to my mom, but I suck at buying presents so I thought if you guys would help... But I understand if you want to go home. See ya on Monday", Nikolai said, smiled and waved.
"Hey, I'm not going anywhere! Can I come with you?" Demitri asked. The smile on the Bulgarian boy's face got brighter and he nodded.

After Francis and Antionio's bus came and took them, Nikolai and Demitri headed to the city center. The city itself wasn't big but there was a huge shopping mall with many nice shops and cafés, which was good because now you didn't have to take an hour long trip to the nearest bigger city to get new clothes or school books.
"Ah, I have no idea what I should get to my mom! It's so hard to buy present to your parents...", Nikolai said and sighed. They were in a shop full of different kind of soaps, body butters and shower gels.
"Well, my mom has a lot of these, so maybe you should get something like this?" Demitri suggested and handed a little bottle of chocolate body cream to the Bulgarian boy. Nikolai took the bottle, stared at it for a moment and nodded.
"Yeah, this should be good. Thank you", the black haired one said, smiled and went to the counter for payment. Demitri was relieved they found the present so quickly because he really didn't want to spend even more time in a shops with body lotions. He hated shopping with his mom, but shopping with his friend for a woman was even more horrible.

"Thank you so much, I just can't buy anything if there isn't someone who can say which is good and which isn't", Nikolai said and laughed. Demitri smirked, Nikolai was so carefree and nice but still one of the smartest guys Demitri had ever met. The Bulgarian was... unique. He wasn't like the other boys who tried all the time make girls fall for them and he didn't flirt with every girl who walked past them. Actually, he didn't flirt with anyone. Demitri didn't know Nikolai that well yet to say if he had a girlfriend or not, but the truth was that every girl from their school would take Nikolai. He was smart, caring, funny and his smile was warming. Demitri was happy he had a chance to meet Nikolai and that his kinda different looks or that stupid accident with Gilbert didn't affected on their relationship.

The only little problem was Nikolai's parents. Because yes, they still followed their son. Demitri didn't see them that often and he was happy about that, he was kinda scared of that couple. But because he spent time with Nikolai at school and sometimes after it, he couldn't escape from the Bulgarian's parents. They never left their son alone which was unusual to the dead people. Sure the corpses were attached to their family members, but following them like Nikolai's parents did... Not so common.
"Do you want coffee?" Demitri snapped out from his thoughts and nodded. Nikolai smiled and led his friend to the nearest café with brown furniture and relaxed atmosphere. Demitri liked it, especially when there was the scent of coffee floating in the air and soft music playing in the background.

After they got their coffees and they found an empty table they sat down, took their jackets off and relaxed. It was finally Friday, and even though both of them had a lot of school projects to do it was nice to have a cup of coffee and just talk about nothing in particular after a long week of school. They chatted about Demitri's first week in the school, how Elizaveta skipped the last lesson on Thursday and Demitri found out that Nikolai loved skateboarding.
"But I'm happy to hear you had a nice week", Nikolai smiled. Demitri nodded.
"Yeah, even though I messed up at first when I saw wrong... I still feel bad about it!" the brown haired boy said and sighed. No-one were angry to him for what happened but he still felt himself a little bit uneasy because of that.
"Don't worry about it. Of course we were a bit shocked at first but after all, you just saw wrong. Everybody loved Gilbert, he was a nice guy and he, Francis and Antonio were really close. And Elizaveta knew him since she was three, so they had a special relationship. We miss him but I think that's pretty normal", Nikolai said and took a sip of his coffee.
"Can I ask what happened to him?" Demitri said silently.
"Oh yes, of course. I'm sorry I didn't mention it. Maybe because we don't know exactly what happened to him. He didn't come to school and after a week some guy found his body... It was weird. And it still is. He was healthy, and there were no marks of suicide. We like to think he died peacefully, like sleeping. It calms us down a bit", Nikolai said and took a look out of the window. Demitri stared his coffee and thought. After his first day at the school he hadn't saw Gilbert, not even when he was with Francis and Antonio. Demitri sighed and frowned, he really didn't enjoy thinking about the dead people. They made his head ache, badly.

"Is everything okay? You look a bit sick", Nikolai said. Demitri drove his frown off and smiled.
"Yes, everything's fine. I'm just...", Demitri couldn't finish his sentence when he saw that pale woman again. Her long hair, her dead eyes, her pale hand on Nikolai's shoulder. She stared straight to Demitri's eyes but she had no emotion on her face. She just was there, standing. "I'm just fine", Demitri said after a little silence and tried to look at Nikolai. The black haired boy nodded and smiled, but Demitri could tell Nikolai didn't believe him.
"Nikolai... Can I trust you? I know we don't know each other that well yet, but..."
"Of course. Go ahead", Nikolai said and looked a bit worried. Demitri took a deep breath and glanced the woman who was now watching her son, clear and painful tears on her cheek.
"I... I can see your parents."