Chapter Three
I put bubbles in the tub, I only do that when I'm really down, or extremely chipper. Two guess which I was at the moment.
It's not that hard really, to be happy when the guy you've been fawning over for the past months finally likes you back. Life could be better, but I'm content, for now. Though, some questions just seem to repeat in my mind, What will I do come Prom? Is it possible to marry a dead man? Just the questions that I blame Paul Slater for planting into my head.
Now, none of this matters. The only thing that I feel now is the raspberry scented bubbles tingling not only my nose but my skin. You know, you never really realize how good it feels to soak in a tub of pink bubbles until you experience it knowing a dead cowboy will be there when you get out. Weird isn't it?
Yes, I was eager to get out but I didn't want to seem like I wanted to just make-out with a ghost. No, I didn't want to seem too needed, but everyone has some needs.
After toweling out I slipped into my least dorky pajamas. (I got new ones so I didn't have to worry about that anymore, but I could never throw out my yellow duck ones.) I lingered in the bathroom for awhile, by brushing my hair, drying it, etc. Let him wait, see if he can handle it.
Only, when I placed a hand onto the doorknob, and pushed open the door, it was empty. Well at least it felt pretty empty, considering it wasn't the pale skin of Jesse's gorgeous face that I was staring at, it was some girl, scavenging through my lip gloss.
God was I pissed! Here I was cleaning up so I could be "tucked in," and I'm face to face with some Angelina Jolie look alike. From the "Girl Interrupted," movie not Tomb Raider. Blonde hair never really did look good on her.
"Oh!" she exclaimed dropping a container of hair glitter, dispersing it all over the floor, "I was told that you could help me. So, can you?" her dull eyes brightened a little at the though of hope.
"Who told you to come to me?" I asked, cocking my head sideways, getting really irritated, "I don't really have the time."
"Please?" she stepped closer, plead filling her eyes, "I really need your help, I don't know who else to go to."
"All right, just calm down," I trudged over to my bed and sat, "Now just tell me who told you about me."
"I don't know what his name was," she said suddenly angry, "I was so distraught, but he wouldn't listen to me. He said something about bringing me back to life but that's not what I need. So he said your name and I came here," she shrugged as she cooled down a bit.
"Slater," I muttered lightly to myself. So that is his plan, send all the dead people for me to take care of, keep me busy so I don't have anytime for Jesse. I looked back towards the girl, "What's your name?" I questioned.
"Bree," she responded, "I was just moving here, to Carmel that is, when well, I died."
"Ok Bree, at the current moment I don't think I can help you, but I know someone who will for sure. Then I can help too." I assured her everything would be all right, as I noticed the tear stains that ran down her cheeks.
"I don't want to travel anymore!" She screamed, I was afraid the whole house would be up here in a flash.
"Calm down, it's like two seconds away and it's the Principle of the school you might've been transferring to. Father Dominic, he's like me, and can help you better than I could."
"Fine," with that single word she disappeared. I can't stand when ghosts do that.
"Blasted ghosts need to learn some manners." I grumbled to myself as I situated into bed then tuned off the lamp next to it.