Author Note:
Okay, I honestly just don't want to stop writing this. I love writing her character and she's like me a lot. I mean, I just really love writing this story and it's my favorite one I've written so far even if not that many people are reading it and reviewing. I love writing this is so far that it went past my outline. My original outline for this story only went to Chapter 18 and then I was like 'oh no it's gotta be longer.' So I had to write a new outline for the next few chapters. I'll be sad when I have to end this story. I think I'm going to cry.
I had a weird dream that she showed up in. Did anyone of you read my story Zoned when Danny was all kind of angst and the Ghost Hunters/Ghost Adventures crew had end up in the Ghost Zone and Danny had to help them? Okay well in the dream, Danny didn't go to his lair, he went to Data and it was a weird dream and Zak had fainted.
Anyway, besides my new obsession with Data, I hope you guys are enjoying the longest story I ever written because it's almost longer than Psychic.
~CWA (still weird to write that)
Chapter 20- Romantic Comedy:
Data:
I snuggled closer to Ghostwriter.
"Jade," he said softly, "I've got to get up."
"No you don't," I whined.
"Yes I do."
"Na-uh," I protested.
"Uh-huh."
"Na-uh."
"Uh-huh."
He stuck out his tongue and I looked at him.
"Don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Stick your tongue out?"
"Why?"
"It doesn't suit you," I shook my head.
He huffed and tried to sit up. I pulled him back down into the bed.
"Please," I said as I nibbled on his ear. He looked torn,
"Fine. I'll stay."
"Yay," I cheered and snuggled close to him.
"This is nice," I whispered.
Ghostwriter played with my hair a bit,
"It is," he said, "I'm glad I met you."
I giggled,
"I'm glad I met you too."
000
"James," I sneezed, "I'm not sick."
"Yes you are."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not," I protested.
"Are too."
"Are too," I switched.
"Are not."
"Exactly," I smiled smugly and he shook his head.
I was currently laying in the bed in my dark purple nightgown- which honestly didn't cover up that much. He had forced me into being bed ridden. Ghostwriter stood beside the bed.
"Just….relax and take it easy, Jade," Ghostwriter said, "…I'll be back soon with soup."
"Chicken," I asked hopefully and nodded his head.
"Yay," I cheered but it ended with a sneeze. He went to kiss my forehead but I moved so he kissed me on the lips. He scowled and I laughed.
A week later, the roles were switched. Ghostwriter was in bed sneezing his head off.
"That's a bad case of the ghost flu," I commented.
"I got it from you."
I smiled,
"Uh-huh but it's worth it."
"…."
0000
I flew into the lair. Ghostwriter looked shocked,
"What's wrong?"
I smiled largely as I held her up. She was an adorable little ghost ferret. She was pure white and had a streak of gray and bright glowing green eyes.
"Can we keep her?"
Ghostwriter deflated like a balloon,
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please," I whined and gave him the puppy dog eyes, "Pretty please with sugar on top."
"No."
"Fine," I huffed, then remembering the advice from Ember, I smirked, "I guess someone will be sleeping alone tonight…"
Ghostwriter paled,
"What?"
"You heard me."
If all else fails, play with their hormones. I went to Ghostwriter and whispered in his ear,
"Too bad too. I had something fun planned."
He turned several shades of gray.
"Fine," he squeaked out, his voice had gone up a few pitched, "T-The ferret can stay."
"Yay," I cheered, "I'll name her… Yuki."
Ghostwriter was still blushing so he didn't comment. I looked to Yuki,
"Do you like that?"
She made a purring-like noise and I cheered.
000
I laughed as I walked into the lair. Ghostwriter didn't look up,
"What did you do this time?"
I couldn't answer him, I was laughing too hard.
"Jade," Ghostwriter lectured, "How many times have I told you to stop pranking?"
"Exactly 985 times but that doesn't mean I'm listening. It was worth it," I laughed. He sighed,
"Who was the victim?"
"A certain older halfa," I said with a smile, "That will soon be unfrozen in time only to find himself in just his boxers, cat ears, a cat collar, and a sign that says 'I'm known as the crazy cat man for a reason.'"
Ghostwriter didn't find it that amusing. Instead, he grabbed my waist and growled,
"Should I be concerned you saw another man in just his boxers?"
"I see you without your boxers on," I pointed out, "And I wouldn't want to see Vlad naked. I would be so scarred that I think I would be ended."
Ghostwriter laughed.
000
I bit my lip nervously. I wasn't sure I should tell Ghostwriter what I've been thinking lately. I didn't think we were ever going to get married. I mean, we were happy the way we were. He was happy. I felt…empty. I felt that there was something missing and when I finally figured out what it was- I was a bit frightened because…what if he doesn't want a child?
Ghostwriter looked at me concerned,
"Jade, you're still awake?"
Ghosts didn't need sleep, but we did sleep for pleasure- for a leisure activity. I looked to Ghostwriter- he looked so handsome even if he was just in sweats and his glasses were on the nightstand.
"Yeah," I whispered.
He grabbed his glasses and put them on,
"Are you okay?"
"Dandy."
He wasn't convinced,
"Something's bothering you, you can tell me."
"Nothing's bothering me," I denied.
"Jade," Ghostwriter said sternly.
"Fine," I gave in.
I sat up in the bed, pushing off the silky covers. I pulled my legs closer to my chest. I was briefly thankful that I didn't wear a nightgown to bed- well not tonight. Instead I just had on striped short shorts and a white tank top that had a picture of blue pants with eyes and giant nerd glasses with the words 'Smarty Pants.' Ghostwriter found them a bit amusing though he wasn't laughing when I wore that silky nightgown… I shook my head, dirty thoughts get out of my head this is Sirius. I bit my lip to keep from laughing, haha Sirius from Harry Potter.
Ghostwriter looked at me concerned,
"Jade?"
"…..James, do you ever want to have kids?"
0000
I poked Ghostwriter with the bread,
"~le poke."
He finally looked up,
"Le poke?"
"It's a normal poke but French. Why else would I be poking you with French bread?"
He laughed,
"Where did you even get that bread from? You're such a weirdo."
I smiled,
"But I'm your weirdo!"
It's for this reason I'm convinced that most of my afterlife is like a romantic comedy.
0000
I looked at Ember,
"Do you think I should tell him?"
She huffed,
"I honestly don't know why you come to me for advice, dipstick."
"Because you're one of my best friends."
She sighed,
"Yeah, yeah… Honestly, I think you should."
"Right….but I don't think I'll tell him now."
Ember shrugged,
"Tell, don't tell, he'll find out eventually."
"Exactly."