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Jonah examined her fragile figure while he watched her vomit in a bush. She began to feel a bit sick after swinging on the swings. He stood over her patting her back. Her pale white skin was warm from the sun, and her light brown hair being hold back in his hand was very long and straight. In his head he couldn't help but think she was gorgeous, even when she's vomiting her guts out.

Jonah released her hair as Harley stood up straight. "Thanks…" she smiled weakly.

"Are you okay?" he asked worried.

"Yes, just… a little motion sickness." she said uncertain, as she let her eyes lock with his. He smiled at her with sympathy. Then a growl was heard, and Harley looked at Jonah funnily. He laughed embarrassed. "You must be hungry?"

"Yeah…" he smiled embarrassed. "I think its lunch time?" Jonah said looking at his watch to confirm his suspicions.

"You… want to come over to my place for lunch?" Harley asked the boy who was flushed by the sun's scorching heat. Jonah hesitated and thought for a while, then did not reject to her offer. They walked to the Green's house chatting, sometimes it would get silent, the only thing that could be heard was the trees rustling.

They both stood in front of the door on the porch. Harley unlocked the door with the key attached to her bracelet. She pushed the door open and yelled, "Is anybody home?" while stepping inside with Jonah. When she didn't get an answer she said to herself, "Well… guess not."

"Where are your parents?" Jonah asked as he sat on the black leather couch.

"Where they usually are, work." She said heading into the kitchen to open and slam several cabinets.

"What do they do?" he asked as he got up and leaned at the counter to watch her closely.

"My mother is a nurse, she helps children, my father's a pathologist, he performs autopsies," she said with a smile, she kind of wanted to be like her father, but like her mother too.

"Interesting."

"You, my friend, are the interesting one," she smirked, then continues, "My parents are workaholics, I usually don't know when their home…"

"You're alone most of the time?" Jonah asked curiously, Harley then replied with a nod.

"Pretty much. What do you want to eat?" she asked as she sat on the counter he was leaning on.

"What do you have?"

"I think we still have mash potatoes in the fridge. I made it last night and all we have to do is heat it up."

"Sounds good," he replied as she jumped off the counter to open her fridge, "Do you need any help?"

"No, I got it…"

"I could get the plates and cups…" he offered standing up straight.

"Really? You're a darling, they're in the cupboard." She smiled closing the fridge with the mash potatoes in her hand. She placed it on the counter and turned around in to turn the stove on. She watched as the flame burst, and her eyes stayed glued to it. Jonah placed the plates on the counter and turned to Harley, whose eyes looked ever so glossed by the fire.

She stood there for a long time, in a daze. "Harley." Jonah called her trying to snap her out but it was no success, "Harley!" he tried again, this time her head snapped up to look at her. "What's wrong?"

"I-I. Had a vision…"

"A vision? What vision?"

"Of your house… there's… something you're… you're not telling me, Jonah." She sounded scared. Jonah sighed and looked out the kitchen window that had a view of his house.

"I'll… explain it after lunch…" he said, a bit sad about what he was about to tell her.

…

"I seem like a freak to you now, huh?" Jonah asked with a frown.

"No," Harley told the truth, and a smile sprawled on Jonah's face for a second, "Wait… so you're father is responsible for all these… freaky things. He forces you to… steal the dead bodies and he engraves writings into them as you watch? Just to make you a powerful medium? What does he do with the bodies?" Harley asked in shock as she sat cross legged, on her couch, next to Jonah. They just had finished lunch and were talking about what he does as a medium.

"Uh. I don't know. I wrap them up and Aikman takes care of the rest. I have to do another séance tonight…"

"Oh… wow… shouldn't we… help the souls? They sound tortured whenever I hear them screaming…"

"One of them did ask you to help them…" he trailed off.

"Help them with what though?" the two stayed silent for a while.

Then Jonah began, "They… want you to help them free themselves… their trapped in my house, I can't really help them… because Aikman told me to ignore their pleas. I… I want to free them… but, I need your help." This made Harley silent, and she frowned. She bit her lip and shut her eyes tight. Inhale. Exhale. She opened her eyes to meet with a pair of blue ones.

"Okay… I'll help."

Jonah smiled at her, happiness danced in his eyes.

"We just need time… I don't really know how to set them free." He sighed.

"Bury them if you still have the bodies, or burn your place… if the bodies are still in the house," Harley suggested, Jonah looked at her surprised, "I read a lot… and my dad likes to tell me true stories about these things."

"Ah… you read books?"

"Yes! I love those little suckers. I have a little library in the basement, want to check it out?" she asked excited. Jonah smiled, and then looked at his watch, he still had time.

"Sure, I love books," he smiled getting up with Harley and followed her down to her basement. "What's your favorite genre?"

"Suspense… I love it. What about you?" Harley turned the switch on for the lights and walked down the stairs.

"I like any book I can get my hands on… whoa." Jonah said looking around the book filled basement. It was nothing like his basement… There were shelves everywhere, and books filled them, all sorts of books. There was a comfortable brown looking couch with throw pillows on it in the middle of the basement. A small coffee table on the side of the couch held a lamp, and there was a red soft plush rounded carpet covered the middle of the room, and the hardwood flooring was exposed on the sides.

Jonah walked around the room, examining the books. He stopped at one book; the famous author caught his eye. Shakespeare. He pulled the book out, the title read, Hamlet.

Harley smiled, one of the books she had a hard time reading, but eventually understood it. "All that lives must die, passing through nature to eternity." She quoted.

"I've read this…" he said with a smile, "I had a hard time though."

"Me too." they chuckled as he put the book back in its place. "Tragic though."

"Indeed…" Jonah said, brushing his fingers through many other books. He picked a few out, "May I borrow some books?"

"Yes, you may." She smiled sitting on the couch. She looked up at the clock and frowned. "Its four o'clock…" she sighed.

"Already?" he asked, looking at his watch. He frowned at the time, he had to leave. Harley stood to look at the book he was holding. Cheri by Colette. Harley realized she hasn't read that one, but heard what it was about. It's about a young man falling in love with an older woman.

"I haven't read that book yet, tell me if it's good." Harley said walking up the stairs with Jonah.

"Alright," Jonah smiled as they exit the basement. They got to the porch and smiled at each other. "I had fun today."

"Me too," Harley smiled, Jonah smiled back at her. They got loss in each other's eyes, and couldn't snap out of the gaze. Harley's heart was beating out of her chest again… and so was Jonah's. This new feeling he was feeling… made him want to kiss her. Their faces were only inches apart, and Jonah leaned closer, his lips about to brush against hers. Harley then took a step back, and left Jonah confused.

She cleared her throat, "So, I'll… see you tomorrow?" she said, pretending nothing happened. Jonah blinked at the girl smiling weakly at him and shook his head.

"Yeah, I guess… Thanks for letting me borrow the book," he said walking off her porch.

"Bye!" she yelled at the confused boy on her lawn.

"I'll see you tomorrow! Bye!" he yelled back before running across the street to get to his place. She frowned at what she did.

Harley ran into her house, and into the bathroom. She threw up again, but into the toilet. Her health was getting worse, and she knew it.