Just for you ILOVEROSSLYNCH100!

Pay attention everyone, this chapter is like, important. It tells you some things you've been wondering! I hope anyway :D

2 days until Trish arrives, and it's the morning after I sang a song that was about Austin, in front of him, without even realizing it. I would have gone after him, if his dad wasn't with him. He already hates me because I influence music onto his son. At least my dad hates him because he thinks he took advantage of his daughter or something. That's kind of a legitimate excuse. But Austin's dads excuse, how illiterate.

I decide to set up my room for Trish. Even though it's a couple days away, I mind as well be prepared now. I drag the guest bed mattress into my room, and set it up near my bed. I went downstairs into the laundry room and grabbed some clean sheets and pillow cases. I put those on and set it up nicely.

I clear a space near my dresser for her to put her things. My dresser seems plain now, without the mirror. That night when it shattered, of course the mess magically disappeared. So I decided to put the mirror, facing the wall, in the basement.

My cell phone starts moving by itself on my night stand, right when I'm about to freak out, I realize it's just vibrating because I have a call coming in. I run up to it, and the caller I.D. says, Austin.

Should I answer it? Nah, if my dad walks in and realizes I'm on the phone and it's not Trish, I'll be in trouble. I let it ring and go back to what I was doing before.

I hear something fall; it was a jar of pickles I had brought in the night before for a midnight snack. It fell off the night stand and rolled under the window sill.

I walk up to it, and right above where the jar is a name carved into the wood. I kneel down and study it. Thomas Harrington. Could that be the name of the man that lived here? I pick up the pickle jar and grab my laptop and search his name.

I found an old newspaper article; someone took a picture of it and posted it online, they wrote about it in a blog. Thomas R Harrington lived in this exact house; it was the same address and everything. It said that in,

1901 the neighbors heard screaming and loud noises one night but didn't think much of it, because they've heard it before, and when they would call the cops, nothing was wrong, the man claimed to be fine. But after about a week, people started to notice that he didn't walk outside to get his mail or the paper like he usually does. So a neighbor called the police. When they knocked on the door, there was no answer. They got a search warrant and forced their way in. They found him dead in his room.

The cops kept up an investigation for a while, but apparently Harrington had no living relatives that they could find and had no idea what could have happened to him. They searched the house many times, the only evidence they had was, according to another neighbor, apparently they saw a young boy through the window sometimes; no one has any idea who he was, maybe a friend of his, visiting. After months of finding nothing, they say Thomas killed himself. To this day people say that, he haunts the very room where it happened.

I stop reading. I look around my room, his room. He killed himself in here. I shut my laptop, shocked at what I just read, and getting sick to my stomach.

Would my dad believe me now? Or would he think I'm even more stupid and not let Trish come? I guess I can wait till after she leaves.

xXxXxXx

Today's the day. Trish has arrived. We picked her up from the airport, and we talked the whole ride back to my house.

I show her around my house and then help her bring her stuff up to my room.

"Your house is really nice Ally!" she says, "But, kind of… creepy."

"You have no idea." I say. Yes, I didn't tell my BEST friend about what was going on.

"So, what's there to do around here?" She jumps onto her bed, and then cringes when she realizes it wasn't as soft as she thought it would be.

"Let's see, we can...," I act like I have to think about it, but I don't, since we have only a few options, "Go to the library, the park, or the bakery. I'd say Suzy's Place, but it's my day off and I really don't want to."

"No Mall?" Trish gasps.

"Nope." I sigh.

"How have you lived?" She asks, I laugh at her.

"Let's go to… the park, since it's nice out, kind of cold for my liking though." Trish says.

We walk into the park; I brought a blanket to sit on and threw some magazines into my tote bag. Trish and I are quizzing each other about what our 'Summer Color' is when she speaks up.

"Oh! Who's that cute boy?" She asks, while she's holding the magazine, and pointing in their direction with her pinky, trying not to make it obvious.

I follow her directions and look. It's Austin and Dez, their playing Frisbee. I sigh.

"That's Austin…" Yes, I DID tell my best friend about him. Those things you have to share.

"You didn't tell me he was a red head." She says.

Wait a minute. "Oh, you were talking about Dez? Austin's the blonde, Dez is the red head. That's Austin's best friend."

"He's cuteeee." She says, dragging out 'cute', "We should go hang out with them." She suggests.

"Have you not heard anything I've told you over the phone?" I ask her, not very pleased with her suggestion.

"Yes, but. Oh come on Ally! I'd like to meet this Austin boy and give him a piece of my mind, and you can introduce me to his friend." She smiles.

"No." I said, firmly.

"Fine, don't make me walk over there myself." She says. That's one thing about Trish; she is not shy, at all.

"Trish, don't!" I say. But she ignores me and heads over. Austin see's her coming, since he's been staring over here for a while.

I watch her walk up to him, she starts talking. Dez smiles and it looks like he introduces himself. Trish turns to me and says something. Then, Austin starts walking over. Trish is still talking to Dez.

Ugh, really Trish.

I stand up; Austin looks at me for a moment, and then says. "Hi…" I set my magazine down.

"Hi, I see you met my best friend Trish."

"Yes. She's not shy at all." He says. I shake my head, "That's for sure."

I nod.

"She called me, a lot of bad names. It wasn't a pleasant experience." He says.

I attempt to hold back a chuckle.

"So, as you know... I watched you the other night at the school. Did you write that song?" He asks, in a serious tone.

"Yes…" I swallow hard, "I wish you hadn't heard it."

"Why? Was it about me?" He asks, brushing his hair back, a familiar movement.

I stare at the ground, not meeting his gaze. "Yes." I finally admit.

"I figured. But you have it all wrong. That girl you saw me with at the bakery…" He starts.

"You're girlfriend?" I ask, still not meeting his eyes.

"Ex-girlfriend. We dated in like, the 6th grade. And she just moved back here so she asked to hangout. I agreed to be nice, since her parents are good friends with my dad. And that kiss…she kissed me. I pushed her off of me, didn't you notice?" He says.

I did see him push her away, but I figured it was because of the chair falling and because he noticed I saw.

"Really?" I ask, finally looking at him.

"Yes Ally. And I know you're wondering why I would listen to what your dad says. It's just, I'm used to my dad getting angry at me, yelling at me, and a few times he's shoved me to the ground. Call me a coward, but I'm afraid of him, and when your dad yelled at me and everything, it freaked me out. I don't want him to hate me. I'm already a disappointment to my dad."

"I'm sorry." I say. That's all I could get out.

"Is your dad still mad?" he asks.

"He's not mad, but he says he is starting to trust me again, he leaves me alone sometimes and I told him we don't speak anymore." He looks at me weird when I say that, "At the time, we weren't speaking. I figured you'd never talk to me again." I look down again.

"Oh. Well, I guess I should go then…" He acts like he's about to turn around but he I grab his arm.

"Please, don't." I whine, "You and Dez should hang out with me and Trish."

He looks back at our two friends, there still talking. He looks around slowly.

"Don't worry. My dad rarely walks into town." I say.

A small smile appears on his face; he nods and says, "Okay."

So we know the story about this ghost, or is it the real story? (;