Part 9
Blaine looked up from the book he had been reading when he heard commotion outside in the hallway. His brow furrowed and he got out of bed. He hurried up to the door and looked outside. He saw Sebastian fighting against the hold the nurse and principal Carmichael held on him. Blaine noticed everyone looking out from the rooms. Hunter and Trent, Niff, David… all the boys in the dorm. Hunter looked like a storm cloud and Sebastian… Sebastian had tears going down his cheeks and he was desperate to get out of the arms holding him.
"Let me go", he yelled. "I need to see him!"
"Sebastian you are still sick", the nurse said soothingly. "If you make him sick it will only get worse."
"My boyfriend is hurt!" Sebastian yelled. "I need to see him please."
"We will inform you when we get a word from the hospital", Carmichael said softly.
"I want to go to him!"
"You can't Sebastian", Carmichael said and sighed. "You are still too sick."
"I don't want to leave him alone", the nurse said. "Not now when his boyfriend is in the hospital."
"He can stay with me", Blaine said hurriedly and all eyes turned to him. "David, Trent, Hunter, Niff and I can keep him occupied until we get news on Thad."
Carmichael and the nurse shared a look before Carmichael nodded. Hunter hurried over to Sebastian and along with Jeff and David he helped the upset boy into room 213. Trent and Nick hurried after them and Blaine closed the door hurriedly. Then he turned and saw Sebastian sit on the floor with Trent and Nick hugging him. David turned to Hunter.
"What happened", he asked.
"All I understood is that Thad got hurt somehow", Hunter said. "You know he's the only one in our gang not getting the flu."
"So what happened", Jeff asked and looked at Sebastian. The upset teen took a shuddering breath.
"Carmichael said that Thad was down in the archives to do something for a project", he said and wiped at his eyes. "Some seniors saw him get a stool to reach a higher shelf… since he's such a hobbit he probably didn't reach it. The next thing they heard was his yelp and then a crash. Thad got hit in the head by a shelf and also hit his head against the concrete floor… he's been taken to hospital and was still unconscious when the paramedics arrived…"
"What was he really doing down there", Jeff asked and Hunter gave him a look. "Ooooh he was trying to find something out about our ghost-friend?"
"He's not a ghost", Hunter, Sebastian and Trent said with one mouth and Blaine found… he did too.
"Easy I just don't know what to call him", Jeff mumbled and looked sad. "Don't bite my head off."
"Sorry buddy", Hunter said and smiled. "It's just he's not a ghost, I am pretty sure we are watching him in the past and he us in the future."
"And our things can go there and his here", Blaine said. "He got my I-pod."
"He what", Nick asked in amusement and they all stared at Blaine. He told them what had happened and Blaine then noticed they all smirking.
"What", he asked.
"Oh I think someone is in luuuuve", Jeff teased.
"What", Blaine asked confused. "Who? Me?"
"Yeah dude", Hunter said with a grin. "You are smiling and blushing talking about the guy."
"But… I can't fall for him…"
"Why not", David asked. "You fell for He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named so why not Wes?"
All boys gave him a look.
"What", he asked.
"That is an insult to Rowling, comparing her character to Kurt", Trent said and wagged his finger at David. "Poor Lord Voldemort deserves better."
They all started laughing, but soon had to stop because they had to cough or sneeze instead.
"No I didn't mean Satan", Trent said when he could talk again and while Hunter laughed like crazy all the others stared at him. "Stop being so dramatic."
"Who are you talking to", Nick asked and looked in the direction Trent looked. Everyone else did too. Sebastian's eyes widened because… now he too saw Wes.
"You can see him", Blaine asked, he saw Wes too. "And hear him?"
"Well I hear a voice in my head", Trent said. "I'm pretty sure it's Wes'."
"What is he saying", Sebastian asked, he noticed Wes write on a notepad.
*I had to hide your Epood underneath a floorboard because someone saw it and called it witchcraft*, Wes had written and then pointed at a floorboard in the corner. Blaine walked over and tried to move it. Wes hurried over and helped him and his hand touched Blaine's. Blaine blushed and the guys smirked. Wes helped him move the floorboard aside and Blain blinked in confusion. His I-pod was there… very dusty but otherwise okay. But there were more things there. Blaine took out, after some wiggling, a sketchpad.
"What's this", he asked and Wes hurried over to his notepad and wrote:
*My sketchbook, they are not good.*
Blaine got up and everyone crowded around him and noticed the sketchbook in Blaine's hands. Blaine started to flick through the pages and they gaped. It was portrait in everyone of them and dates underneath. June 22, 1889 was the earliest and in the top corner was written: "Ivan Roberts, 1955."
"Wes says that it's the first ghost that showed up in his room this year", Hunter explained. "He stayed over the summer because his parents got some flu."
The next one was also a young man, but the style of his hair was much different. It was dated July 11, 1889 and the name said Tyler Rodriguez, 1966. The third portrait was also of a young man that looked strangely familiar. The date was July 22, 1889 and his name was Arthur Carmichael, 1977. The fourth young man was there during August 11 and his name was Simon Oakheart, 1988 and then there was a picture of a young man named Peter Bishop, 1999. His portrait had been painted August 22, flipped to the next page and gaped. It was a picture of him! He turned the next page and saw all the others in the ghost gang, perfect portraits of all of them.
"You made all these", Jeff asked and looked at the portrait of him as Blaine handed him the sketchbook.
"He says yes", Hunter translated. "He said he had to make sure it wasn't real ghosts but boys trying to freak him out at his own school. He made the portraits and went around looking for boys looking like them. But there's none at his school."
"He soon realized that they were either ghosts of some strange past or from the future because they were from different times… all later than his own", Trent continued. "And he's asking why Thad isn't here... even though he called him Todd..."
The mood sobered a bit and the boys sat down, Sebastian holding the sketchbook and looking at Thad's face.
"Thad got injured in the school archives", Blaine explained as Wes sat down beside him and Blaine sniffled. "We don't know if he's okay… or anything." Blaine felt a cold hand take his and turned and looked at Wes.
"Wes says he will be fine", Hunter said. "He seems like a fighter, albeit small."
"You're not that much bigger than him Wes", Blaine said and the Asian shrugged and also looked a bit offended.
"Don't judge a book by its cover", Trent translated what Wes was mouthing, he didn't use his voice so no screaming came. "Wes says he may be small but he is deadly... sometimes."
"Do you really think he'll be okay", Jeff asked and looked at the bed where Blaine was sitting. Wes nodded.
"He", Blaine began.
"Nodded yes we can see that", Nick said and everyone stared at him and Jeff.
"You can see him", David asked.
"Well not as clear as the rest of them", Jeff said. "It's… Well I kind of see his shadow on the wall." David turned to Blaine and his eyes widened. He could see the shadow as well. The spot on the bed beside Blaine was empty but on the wall were two shadows.
"Wait a minute!" Sebastian suddenly exclaimed and turned back a few pages in the sketchpad.
"What is it Seb", Jeff asked and saw Sebastian glare at a page.
"This guy", he said and turned up the page that was of Wes' roommate from 1977, Arthur Carmichael.
"What about him", Trent asked.
"Hello!" Sebastian said and pointed at the face.
"I don't get it", Hunter said and Sebastian groaned and then his head snapped up.
"Blaine", he asked. "Do you have a yearbook in here?"
"Yeah sure", Blaine said and got up and got it out. He handed it to Sebastian and he flicked through the pages until he found the one he was looking for. He held up the book and pointed at the picture and then held up the sketchbook as well.
"Now do you see it", he asked and the wide eyes that met him told him that, yes, yes his friends could see it too.
"Are you telling us", David said slowly. "That our principal was Wes' roommate?"
"Yes!"
"But why lie about me having a roommate", Blaine asked. "And why are documents disappearing?"
"And what did Thad found that caused someone to hurt him", Hunter asked and everyone stared at him. "Guys Thad climbed up one of the shelves when we were down there and it was solid as a rock. Someone must've done something to get one to fall down on him… which section was he in anyway?"
"Let me check my phone", Sebastian mumbled. "Fred and Rock texted me… they found him after all."
They all waited for what felt like a lifetime before Sebastian got his answer.
"He was in the 1950 to 1979 section…" he said.
"Thad must've been trying to figure out who Wes' roommates have been", Nick said. "And… and he was about to stumble over Carmichael and…"
"Carmichael pushed the shelf down onto him", Jeff concluded.
"What, no!" Trent objected. "Carmichael would never do such a thing!"
"But someone did and all papers we need keep disappearing", Hunter objected.
*Why don't you talk to Arthur*, Wes wrote on his pad and showed Blaine. *Tell him what you know and show him my sketchpad.*
"Wes you're a genius!" Blaine exclaimed.
*No I'm not.*
"Yes you are! Guys Wes just gave me a great idea!"
"What kind of idea", Sebastian asked.
"He wants us to ask Carmichael about everything and show him Wes' sketchbook. I mean if Carmichael stayed in room 213 he must've seen Wes with it!"
"And we have the first notebook", Trent said. "My grandpa informed me that it was clearly made in 1889 or at least the last decades of the 1800-century."
"We could show him the wall also", David said and looked at the fixed wall.
"If we could get him in here again", Hunter said. "I am sure we can show him our give-Wes-something-from-our-time-and-have-him-hide -it-somewhere-in-his-own-time-and-it-shows-up-here -again-trick."
"Our 'magic' trick", David said and smiled. They all jumped as a notepad slammed onto the ground in the middle of the floor. Wes had thrown it so it bounced off of Trent and then landed on the floor, making it travel to their time. Blaine turned and noticed that Wes was gone. He then looked at the pad and picked it up from the floor.
"What does it say", David asked.
"Wes tells us to not do anything until Thad is back and we are healthy. He could see that we are sick and he wants us to rest. He finish with saying that in our time he might be dead but he still cares about us."
"Well you heard the man", Hunter laughed softly. "We better rest, I really feel tired now."
Everyone agreed and after getting some mattresses from their rooms they settled in for the evening and night. Blaine hoped Wes would return… and maybe sleep in his bed with him because Nick and Jeff was occupying Wes' bed.
"Wake up", a soft voice whispered to Sebastian. "Come on Seb wakey wakey."
"G'way", Sebastian mumbled and snuggled down into his pillow.
"I don't want to go away, I want my boyfriend to hug me."
"Then go to…" Sebastian's eyes snapped open and he sat up. "Thad!"
"Sh", Thad hissed and showed at the sleeping boys around them.
"You're here", Sebastian said and took a look at his boyfriend. He had a bruise on his cheek and a bandage around his head. Sebastian brushed his fingers over it softly at the front and brushed Thad's bangs aside at the same time. Thad took Sebastian's hand in his and Sebastian noticed the bandage.
"Of course I am", Thad said softly and kissed Sebastian's cheek. "I'm not going anywhere."
"Sleep beside me?" Sebastian asked and moved aside so that Thad could lie down beside him.
"I was hoping you'd ask", Thad said and lied down beside Sebastian and snuggled close to him. His boyfriend held him close.
"What happened", Sebastian asked while taking his boyfriend's hand. In his.
"Someone pushed me", Thad whispered back to him. "I was looking for a record from 1977."
"Why?"
"Because I have a feeling Carmichael was a student at the time."
Sebastian kissed him lovingly.
"He was", he said and Thad stared at him. "I'll tell you in the morning. We better sleep."
Thad nodded and rested his head on Sebastian's shoulder and the taller boy turned so that he could engulf his boyfriend in his arms. Tomorrow there would be stories to tell… and truths to be demanded. Carmichael would have one hell of a day tomorrow and Sebastian would make sure of him telling the truth or the man would find out what it really meant to mess with a Smythe.
I sighed as I entered my room. They were all back again, Todd also and it warmed my heart. But what annoyed me was the two boys sleeping in my bed. Where would I sleep now? Ranger and Travis were asleep on separate mattresses on the floor. Todd and Simon were asleep together on another and Nate and Jack was on my bed.
I am pretty sure I once again got their names wrong but it is hard to remember. I have yet to name them in my drawings and paintings. The only one who's name I could always remember was Blaine's. I could not forget it. How could I? The boy was pulling at my heart, ever since I finally saw him the first time. Things that are not meant to happen keep happening in my room and over these past few months I have seen things any normal boy should not see.
I have seen the future and have gotten "gifts" and trinkets from it. They all left things for me to take. Ivan Roberts, 1955 left a picture of a car that was unlike anything I have ever seen.
Tyler Rodriguez, 1966 left me something he called a "record" and on it was the music of someone royal. Although he did not look or dressed as someone from the higher classes he did not look like a king, so why was he called the King? I would never understand the future.
Arthur Carmichael, 1977 stayed with me the shortest and he forgot a strange shirt. It had lots and lots of colors and it made me quite sick looking at it too long and it had such a strange symbol on the chest. It was a circle with a fork facing down, well it looked like a fork.
Simon Oakheart left me something he called a picture of a flag with five rings, one yellow, one blue, one red, one green and one black. He himself was standing in front of it. Peter Bishop, 1999 left me a ticket to something called Eurovision Song Contest in Israel. I have no clue of what that is but he seemed to have enjoyed it.
Blaine… Blaine had left me a strange pen and that Epoon… or was it Apod? I do not remember the name. I have to hide the things or I will surely be killed. I sighed and looked around my room. There was no place for me to sleep… except. No I could not. We were not even friends. Were we? I was so tired, too tired to stay standing so I decided that I had no choice. I walked up to Blaine and got into his bed, sleeping beside him. He had his back to me and I am sure that was for the better. Little did I know then that Blaine would turn around in his sleep and lie close to me. Little did I know then that I would hold him close to me… little did I know I loved him.
TBC
Bia - People have told me that I am evil, yes. Seen the title, never read the story, why?
