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Riley's POV

I look at the ceiling and sigh fruturated... After my escape from Starbucks the other day, even having explained to my parents that what happened was, in fact, Emily's fault, they still decided to "ground" me. So, now I am back to being stuck at home... Hurray!

To make marrers worse, my right leg has started to hurt and I can't even try some dance moves... Urgh... It's so frusturating...

It's 11 a.m, I woke up very early and have already done a bit of everything: I have watched a movie, read a few chapter of a book and even played computed solitary...

I sigh again and decide to go downstairs to get some food.

I sit at the table with an apple in my hand. My dad left the newspaper, I will just check it out to pass the time.

I scan through the pages until something catches my eye, making me look closer to the page. It's the obituary. There is the picture of a boy and he seems unusally familiar.

I look at the name and double-check the picture.

I gasp and drop the newspaper, looking shocked at the wall in front of me.

OMG! It's James... The guy I went for a walk two days ago...

The date says he died the day I had my accident... How is that even possible? I feel so dizzy... This is so unreal...

Am I going crazy? I had never seen him before that day... I can't just imagine seeing someone that actually exists without having seen him...

So is he... Is he a ghost? And does that mean I can see ghosts? Can anyone else see him too...

This is all so confusing... I need to make things clear. I need to talk to him...

But how do you reach a ghost? I can't exactly call him...

I saw him twice near that park, maybe I will have to go there to meet him. But I can't leave the house...

Who cares?! My mental health is much more important than that! Besides, my parents aren't suppose to come back before lunch, and if they do, I will come up with something.

I head upstair and change into some casual clothes. I comb my hair and put some lipstick on (not really sure why but anyways). Satisfied with my look, I grab my back and head to the door.

I walk to the park slowly, looking around for James, but there is no sign of him. When I am almost at the entrance, I cross the street and sit down at on of the benches in front, where I saw him the other day. I wait for a while but he still isn't here.

When I am about to give up, I hear steps behind me followed by a deep voice.

"Hey, Riley! What are you doing here by yourself?" I turn around and am met by James's cute smile... Wait, I did not want to say that.

I stand up and smile slightly at him too.

"Hey! I wanted to talk to you and wasn't sure how to reach you, so I decided to look for you here."

"Missing me already?" He asks with a smirk and I shake my head.

"You really are coxy... Well, I needed to talk to you. It's kind of a serious talk so we shouldn't exactly do it here... Do you mind coming with me to my house?" I question nervously.

"I would make a joke out of that but I am be wise enough not to. I can sense this is important. So lead the way." He answers poiting to the street. I nod and start walking, followed by him.

We head to my place making small talk, especially with himasking me about how I have been and if my sister had been mean to me again... When we reach the door, I open it and invite him inside.

"So you aren't suppose to leave but you still did and it was to come after me? I feel flattered." He says smilling and I roll my eyes.

"My parents are overreacting... They make problems out of everything. And it's not like I was outside for that long... Anyways, I needed to talk to you and it couldn't wait."

I show him around quickly before showing him the way to my bedroom, grabbing the newspaper from the kitchen.

"Your room is really cute." He states. "Really you." He continues making me blush.

He grabs a picture I have in my desk of me and my sister, when I was about 5. "Is that you?"

"Yes. And the blonde girl is my sister."

"You too are so different- in a good way. I think I have seen her somewhere... Maybe she has been in my school."

I shrug. "She dated guys from other schools, so propably some from your school."

He nods and puts the picture down. "What about you?" He asks

"Me? What about me?"

"Have you dated guys? Or girl?" He winks when saying the last part and I shake my head, looking away.

"No, I haven't but you aren't here to discuss my none-existing love-life. Can you please sit."

His face turns serious and sits on my bed. I hand him the newspaper, which is opened on the page I saw him.

He looks at the page and opens his mouth. He looks at me and stands up.

"Look, I can explain..."

"Please, do. I am not here to judge. I just want to understand... This is all really confusing..."

"I know... I feel the same way. I will explain it to you as best as I can... What I know is that last week I went for a drive with my friends and we had a big acident. Next thing I know, I am standing in a hospital room filled with doctors. One of them kept mumbling "I lost the kid." And then I found out that kid was me. I didn't really know how I was suppose ro feel. I was confused, in shock. It all seemed like a dream. But it wasn't. I was dead.

I tried to talk to people but no one saw me... I went to check on my family and could see my smom and my sisters crying but there was nothing I could do... I had never felt so powerless. And couldn't stand to see them suffer.

So I walked around the hospital just to somehow clear my head. I ended up finding my doctor talking with another one. The other said he had almost lost his patient too and I though it was on of my friends so I decided to follow him.

Turns out it was actually your room and that was how everything started. You could hear me and see me while no one else could.

I was so thrilled for a moment but seeing you like that, espiecially after you telling me how you ended up there, it made me feel impotent again... But protective at the same time.

As you must imagine, you being the only person that could interact with me, I kind of became interested and worried about you. That's why I have been aroud you lately."

I pay close attention to what he says, taking in every word. When he is finished, I don't exactly feel clarifies but at least I know something more.

I wonder why I am the only one... Why it happened to me?

"Well, this is all so... Messed up... And I don't know what to tell you but that I am glad that at least you have someone. Even if that soemone is me. It would probably suck to be a ghost if you were alone all the time..."

"I am really glad I have you too. We have each other. I will always be here to talk to you whenever you need. If this happened to you and to me, maybe it's because it had to be this way. I didn't want to die. . Of course. But since I am dead, it's really nice not being completely alone. And even though you are alive , I can sense you feel lonely too. So we just help each other." He states and I nod in agreement.

"I think it's a deal!" I say shaking my head at how crazy all of this is.

"So, now that I am here. Tell me more about yourself." He asks a huge grin in his face.

I sigh and sit on my bed, thinking about what to tell him.