Chapter 5
As I walked through the door I sighed with a heavy heart. Why was life so difficult? I dragged myself to my room where I found it neatly decorated.
Candles were lit here and there and my bed was sitting next to the window over looking Paris. A few of my pictures were out and gadgets were here and there.
"Wow." I whispered.
"Do you like it?" I spun around to see Christian standing in the corner.
"Like it? I love it! Thank you so much." Smiling I went to give him a hug but stopped remembering how that might not exactly be possible.
I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling. But sprang back up again as I heard the phone ring.
"Hello?"
"Oh hi… this Saturday? I'm not sure. Trevor I really don't want to date ri--. Study? All right. Ok… bye."
"Trevor?" Christian asked.
"Yep, a boy at school. We're going to study tomorrow."
"Oh." Christian looked a little disappointed.
"Don't worry it's nothing really. He needs help on his Artistically Transparent Views (I have no idea, I just popped out words)." I could tell by his look he didn't really care. But I still had a full days work ahead of me.
That next day I left around 7ish p.m.ish to catch up with Trevor. The whole time he stared at me until I told him I had to go. He offered to walk me home and I accepted the offer. There's nothing wrong with that right?
But I was wrong. When we reached the door Trevor pulled me toward him and kissed me.
"What are you doing?" I demanded pushing him away.
"Oh as if. You know you like it." He tried to kiss me again and push me against the wall.
"STOP! Christian!" I screamed and Christian before I realized it threw him to the street.
"Everyone's right you know? You are a freak!" And with that he ran off.
What had he said to affect me so much? Only the tears that streaked my face knew. I flung open the door and ran to my room. I could hear Christian follow me. What was the problem?
"Thank you Christian for what you did, but I just want to be alone." I closed my bedroom door—as if that'd keep him out—and lied down. I fell asleep and woke up at least an hour later.
Walking into the dining room I saw candles lit everywhere and the vanilla fragrant through out the house. Christian sat on the floor and was preparing a little picnic.
He realized I was there and smiled.
"I thought you might be hungry." He soothed.
"This is so sweet." I teared. No one had ever thought of me to this extent before.
"Thank you. It's so sweet." I sat down next to him and picked up a sandwich he'd set out for me.
"This is so awkward."
"Why?" He asked.
"Because it's not everyday I eat dinner with a ghost. You must have been a great boyfriend." I smiled blushingly.
Christian blushed too.
Leaning closer, "You are a great person you know that right?"
*Being told I was a great PERSON meant a lot to me. Not just because it was from her, but also because I wasn't one. She made me feel brand new, as if I were alive.
But as soon as it came it vanished. She leaned in to touch my cheek but I wasn't able to stop her.
"NO DON'T!" I called as she fell through me. I stood quickly so she wouldn't freak out. "Only objects I can touch… not people." I murmured.
"Oh."
*Feeling completely embarrassed I sat up quickly. I guess from seeing the disappointment on my face he apologized and vanished.
"No wait Christian don't leave!" I begged. But he didn't care.
*I couldn't stay. I couldn't let her love me. The way I knew I loved her. I can't bear to know she can't feel any physical emotion for me. I didn't want to hold her back from anything.
She needed to find someone real.
*After I ate by myself I went to bed. I knew Christian hadn't left completely. I could feel him in my room. Next to me in bed, didn't he know I loved him? Maybe that was why he was doing this. He didn't love me…
"Good night…" I whispered into the darkness and fell asleep.
*"Goodnight…" I whispered back. But she was already gone.
Aww so sad! LOL, R&R please so I can update!
As I walked through the door I sighed with a heavy heart. Why was life so difficult? I dragged myself to my room where I found it neatly decorated.
Candles were lit here and there and my bed was sitting next to the window over looking Paris. A few of my pictures were out and gadgets were here and there.
"Wow." I whispered.
"Do you like it?" I spun around to see Christian standing in the corner.
"Like it? I love it! Thank you so much." Smiling I went to give him a hug but stopped remembering how that might not exactly be possible.
I laid on my bed and stared at the ceiling. But sprang back up again as I heard the phone ring.
"Hello?"
"Oh hi… this Saturday? I'm not sure. Trevor I really don't want to date ri--. Study? All right. Ok… bye."
"Trevor?" Christian asked.
"Yep, a boy at school. We're going to study tomorrow."
"Oh." Christian looked a little disappointed.
"Don't worry it's nothing really. He needs help on his Artistically Transparent Views (I have no idea, I just popped out words)." I could tell by his look he didn't really care. But I still had a full days work ahead of me.
That next day I left around 7ish p.m.ish to catch up with Trevor. The whole time he stared at me until I told him I had to go. He offered to walk me home and I accepted the offer. There's nothing wrong with that right?
But I was wrong. When we reached the door Trevor pulled me toward him and kissed me.
"What are you doing?" I demanded pushing him away.
"Oh as if. You know you like it." He tried to kiss me again and push me against the wall.
"STOP! Christian!" I screamed and Christian before I realized it threw him to the street.
"Everyone's right you know? You are a freak!" And with that he ran off.
What had he said to affect me so much? Only the tears that streaked my face knew. I flung open the door and ran to my room. I could hear Christian follow me. What was the problem?
"Thank you Christian for what you did, but I just want to be alone." I closed my bedroom door—as if that'd keep him out—and lied down. I fell asleep and woke up at least an hour later.
Walking into the dining room I saw candles lit everywhere and the vanilla fragrant through out the house. Christian sat on the floor and was preparing a little picnic.
He realized I was there and smiled.
"I thought you might be hungry." He soothed.
"This is so sweet." I teared. No one had ever thought of me to this extent before.
"Thank you. It's so sweet." I sat down next to him and picked up a sandwich he'd set out for me.
"This is so awkward."
"Why?" He asked.
"Because it's not everyday I eat dinner with a ghost. You must have been a great boyfriend." I smiled blushingly.
Christian blushed too.
Leaning closer, "You are a great person you know that right?"
*Being told I was a great PERSON meant a lot to me. Not just because it was from her, but also because I wasn't one. She made me feel brand new, as if I were alive.
But as soon as it came it vanished. She leaned in to touch my cheek but I wasn't able to stop her.
"NO DON'T!" I called as she fell through me. I stood quickly so she wouldn't freak out. "Only objects I can touch… not people." I murmured.
"Oh."
*Feeling completely embarrassed I sat up quickly. I guess from seeing the disappointment on my face he apologized and vanished.
"No wait Christian don't leave!" I begged. But he didn't care.
*I couldn't stay. I couldn't let her love me. The way I knew I loved her. I can't bear to know she can't feel any physical emotion for me. I didn't want to hold her back from anything.
She needed to find someone real.
*After I ate by myself I went to bed. I knew Christian hadn't left completely. I could feel him in my room. Next to me in bed, didn't he know I loved him? Maybe that was why he was doing this. He didn't love me…
"Good night…" I whispered into the darkness and fell asleep.
*"Goodnight…" I whispered back. But she was already gone.
Aww so sad! LOL, R&R please so I can update!
