[Buddy to Ghostly: Pal... you up?
[Ghostly to Buddy: Barely. What's wrong?
[Buddy to Ghostly: Been thinking about the race
[Buddy to Ghostly: Sorry if you don't wanna talk about it.
[Ghostly to Buddy: It's fine. What about it?
[Buddy to Ghostly: Well, um, what if you didn't win?
[Ghostly to Buddy: Then, Dallas, would've won. Why are you thinking about this sort of thing, anyways, Buddy?
[Buddy to Ghostly: Couldn't sleep...
Placing his phone down on the table, Ghostly rubbed his eyes before groaning. The read was about 6:00 am, and he didn't have any work today anyways, but he planned on sleeping throughout the day to catch up on lost sleep. Maybe even look things up. But, there was a nagging feeling that wouldn't be happening anytime soon.
Slowly getting up out of bed, he headed for the bathroom to take a quick shower before getting ready for the day. Grabbing a towel from the closet before heading into the bathroom. Damn, he looked like crap. His blue hair wasn't pushed to the side, making him look different. His brown eyes were just sleeply looking before he rubbed his eyes again before moving start up the shower.
Allowing it to be cold water instead of warm like he loved. After all, he wanted to be awake, not asleep during this.
After his shower he made his way back to his room to change into some clothes. It wasn't like him, but he always did have some sort of personality to him when it came to his uncle. His uncle usually wore tank-tops, with some jogging pants. So, he picked out a gray tank-top with some black jogging pants his Uncle gave him for his seventeenth birthday.
Of course his uncle had came over to his house and went all out for the day. Just the two of them.
Hearing his phone go off, Ghostly ran a hand through his messy hair and picked it up. Reading the text. He blinked when he saw Dallas' name appear on the screen. Since when did Dallas text him?
[Dallas to Ghostly: Yo
[Ghostly to Dallas: The hell? You never text me!
[Dallas to Ghostly: Yeah, I do
[Ghostly to Dallas: Forgive me, I meant you only texted me back in BearTown before you went crazy!
[Dallas to Ghostly: Harsh man
[Dallas to Ghostly: Harsh
Rolling his eyes, Ghostly scoffed and placed his phone onto the table before heading downstairs. Not exactly feeling up to breakfast right now, so he went outside into his backyard and sat down on the deck. Allow the morning sun to hit his face.
Hair was still drying and he didn't feel like brushing it at the moment, he would do it later before he would go out to meet with his friends or head over to his job at the bar. No doubt Gino, Patrick, or even Gabby would want him to help out again.
So he didn't mind much.
It was more money he was making, so who was he to complain?
"Hey," He shot up at the sound before turning around to see Violet standing in the doorway. "Sorry for coming in."
"No, it's fine!" Ghostly smiled before getting up. "I just wasn't expecting to see anyone this early. What are you doing here?"
"Let's just say Buddy might've placed this up." Violet groaned before moving her way over to him. "He's not letting it go."
"It's Buddy, what do you expect?"
"Honestly? Not much from him."
Ghostly chuckled. "So, what did he tell you?"
"Told me to go come by so early, at six twenty. He didn't allow me to question his choice on the matter at all," Violet explained, sitting down next to him. "Since when do you let your hair do whatever and wear those?"
"Firstly, had a shower and didn't feel like brushing my hair," Ghostly smiled. "Secondly, my Uncle gave me these. Thought I might wear them."
"You look nice in them. As well as your hair looks nice."
"Thanks, I guess..."
Gazing at Violet, he took notice how she was wearing something that he never really seen her in. With some black shorts, and a black shirt to go along with them. Along with some black shoes as well, and of course, her purple lipstick. That was something that wouldn't change for anything he knew of.
He rubbed the back of his neck before gazing away. Well, this is awkward. The whole thing about being alone with her shouldn't be this bad, they were friends after all! Damn. Why was this being so hard to talk with her?
"So, uh..." Ghostly trailed off. "You didn't have to go along with what Buddy says."
Violet gave him a look. "I know, but he'll end up texting me about it."
"There's no way to get him to stop talking about things anyway, much like Gabby when he gets going on about whatever comes to his mind."
"You put with it."
"Yeah, well, I've been doing it for five years."
Violet gave him a smile. "Yes, okay. Fine."
"Your gang just had him give you guys a part of the Junkyard," Ghostly added. "Er, sorry."
"No. You're right. We ended up doing that."
"What did he want us to do?" Ghostly asked her.
Violet went silent for a moment. "He wanted us to see a movie together or something. Anything to give him a reason to ship us."
"You want to?"
"What?"
Ghostly sat still before clearing his throat. "Do you want to see a movie?"
"Oh, um, sure. I guess."
"Well, when you're free text me. You can pick the movie," Ghostly smiled.
Violet blinked. "Are you sure?"
"Yeah," He nodded. "I don't mind it."
Going back inside the house, he got them a drink before going to sit down on the couch. Chatting about what they might be doing during the day and what not. Though not one of them actually mentioned the movie topic again.
"So, are you going to meet up with the other goths?"
Violet took a sip of her drink. "Yeah, I don't want to ignore them any longer. Goth Boy might just snap if I miss anymore meetings with them."
Ghostly smirked. "Well, then, maybe you should get ready."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
"Trust me, you don't want me to."
Ghostly rose an eyebrow. "Depends on what you're going to do."
"Shut. Up." Violet mumbled. "Seriously. Shut up."
"Are you blushing?"
"No!"
Laughing, Ghostly looked at his friend. "You are, aren't you? I can see you blushing."
"I am not, you can't prove that," Violet growled. "Stop talking."
"Sure, sure."
Violet gave him a frown. "Go brush your hair. You're starting to freak me out with that look."
Giving his best fake hurt look, Ghostly gave her a look before placing a hand over his heart. Violet rolled her eyes at the look. "I'm hurt by that, Vi. I'm hurt by that!"
"Sure, you are."