AN: I'm baaaaaaack! And only one day after my last post. Hopefully I can keep this up. And I'll try my very hardest not to disappear on you all again. Thanks to the new followers and favorites. And to my most recent reviewer! You guys are great thank you! I know this chapter is a little short but I wanted to get it out as soon as I could to make up for earlier. Now onto the chapter!
Disclaimer: Who told you I owned DP? Was it Dave from accounting? It was Dave wasn't it?! Screw Dave and his lies! I don't own DP, okay! Gosh!
Ghost boy floated casually outside my window, seemingly at ease. Yet his arms were crossed, as if he was attempting to appear serious and intimidating. He phased into the room, arms still crossed in the most serious of fashions. I however was not in the mood for any such attitudes.
"Finally ready for this little talk you keep mentioning? Or are you still too busy, Mr. Popular?" I taunted, crossing my own arms to match his stance. His feet finally hit the floor and he dropped his arms to his sides.
"Well that depends are you going to fall out of a window again?" He jested. Seriously? Was he really going to go there?
"First off I was climbing into the window, not falling out. Second that has nothing to do with your constant disappearing act." I countered.
He paused. "Touché." The room was then filled with silence as we sized each other up. He looked the same as he did the night before. Wind swept hair, glowing green eyes, and black HAZMAT suit were all present and accounted for. He didn't seem too dangerous. He was fairly skinny and his limbs were rather lanky. I assumed I could probably take him in a fight if ghost powers weren't involved. Sadly they probably would be considering he was a ghost. But then again he seemed so life like. He was a bundle of weird and confusing. I'd never seen a ghost like him, nor a ghost that didn't know about my medium capabilities. This would definitely be a challenge.
It was then that I realized the silence had gone on for a little to long. It seemed neither of us had really thought about what we would say to each other once we finally had this conversation. Suddenly my mind was drawn to the thoughts I'd had the night before.
"Do you want some tea?" I tried.
"What?"
"Nothing." I answered quickly. Hey, it was worth a shot. I leaned against my desk, as the ghost boy just sort of shifted awkwardly. "So." I said breaking the silence. "You wanted to question me or something?" I raised an eyebrow. He suddenly straightened as if he had finally found his purpose of being here. He triumphantly lifted up a piece of paper that I hadn't even noticed he had been holding.
"Actually I have several questions! So be prepared to spill." He announced cockily.
"Wait, wait, wait" I interrupted. "You wrote them down?" I laughed. The ghost boy deflated slightly at my reaction. I glanced at the list and noticed two things. First, the list was actually a little long. Not outrageously so, but it was way more than I thought. Second, it was written in multiple handwritings. Had he collaborated with someone on this list? What had he said about me and to whom? Could it be those other ghosts he mentioned earlier? I had a bad feeling about this. I needed to know more. Maybe I could make this 'interrogation' work in my favor.
"Well you're suspicious. And I have questions." Insisted the ghost boy, trying to regain control of the conversation. "So how can you see me." He questioned.
"It's a thing called eyes, genius." I quipped. I know, I know I probably shouldn't be teasing the ghost boy, especially when I didn't know how powerful of a ghost he was. But come on. He kind of walked into that one.
"You know what I mean." He groaned. I paused for a moment. He really didn't know about mediums. You'd think with all these supposed ghost persons he had hung out with earlier, one of them would have told him about people like me. He'd collaborated with other ghosts on his so called list. Were they young ghosts as well? Maybe that's why they didn't know about mediums either. Or had ghost boy been conspiring with something other than ghosts…
"You must really be new to this whole ghost thing." I muttered.
"Wh- What makes you say that?" He stammered, obviously on edge. Shit that was probably rude.
"I'm sorry, it's just I've never met a ghost like you before. Most if the ones I've seen knew about people like me." I confessed. And then tried to kill or maim me but that's besides the point. The ghost boys eyes narrowed in shocked suspicion.
"You've meet other ghosts before?" He questioned, then paused. "Wait there's more of you!" Ghost boy exclaimed, clearly worried. I smirked. He should be.
"Several actually." I teased. He stared at me in slight horror. "Ghosts!" I corrected. "I've met several ghosts before."
"Oh."
"Yeah." We both stood around in awkwardness for a second. "Okay how about this." I tried. "You got questions, I got questions. How about we take turns." Ghost boy lifted an eyebrow at that.
"What could you have questions about?" He countered, crossing his arms in suspicion.
"Oh come on," I chuckled, crossing my own arms (jeez we did that a lot). "A mysterious Ghost Boy with a tan, a soup thermos, and who doesn't know about mediums? This town just got stranger. I need answers." Ghost boy narrowed his eyes farther, then looked away. Then his gaze snapped back to meet mine.
"Okay fine," he relented, "but rules."
I tilted my head in thought. "Fine, seems fair. Only one question per turn."
"And you can opt not to answer." Ghost boy interjected. I could tell he was referring to himself. What was he trying to hide?
"Fine but if one person opts out then the other gets a free pass to not answer a later question of their choosing."
"Fine." He grumbled.
I rolled my eyes, "Anything else to add?" I prompted. He looked down again for a moment before meeting my eye.
"Nope." He confirmed, then he stuck out his hand. "Deal?"
I glanced down at his hand then met his glowing gaze. I grasped his hand and we shook.
"Deal."
AN: Well what did you think? Short I know. Hopefully the next one will be a bit longer. How was the voice this chapter? It's been a while since I wrote for this story and I want to make sure I kept the same writing style and all from earlier chapters. IDK tell me what you think.
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