Ghosts

Lately I've been thinking

Lately I've been dreaming of you

I'm so resisted to this type ot thinking

Oh now its shining through

I was alone for the last time

Before my night's vacation with you

A lie from the first now I'm denied by the ghost of you.

It was raining. And it was cold. He could see his breath. He strummed on his guitar and waited for nothing. Rubbing his hands together he knew he had to go. But not yet.... He knew the party would only be a recipe for disaster. Finally putting his guitar down he realized he needed to get out of this room, and for once he was crawling to. It came over him, but he realized he needed to get out of that garage; being in it was like being in a room full of ghosts. He needed to get away from those ghosts.

know there's little use in crying

It's more wide awake and dying than i'm used to

I thought we'd walk these streets together

Now i'm hoping that I'll never have to meet you

Wearing JT's jacket she walked with him just a few blocks from Jimmy's penthouse apartment. She'd only been there once before. To drop off some of Ashley's stuff that Paige had back in the days of her innocent pigtails and spirit squad dreams. Tonight she was something else. She knew boys looked at her high fiving their friends, and girls whispered and told the infamous story. She was scared. No matter how she tried to push that fact aside, she was terrified. So when JT took her hand she held onto like if she were to let go, they'd all find out her secret. They'd all see how weak she really was. The music was pounding, she couldn't even hear herself think in her head. When the elevator's ding sounded the arrival to the top floor, the penthouse, there was nothing she could do. She could barely breath.

"Manny...we don't have to go in there you know, it's OK...if you don't want to I mean I understand..."

She broke him off, there were two sides of her tonight. And for some reason there was a little bit of giddy hope.

He was leaned up against a wall and someone passed him a drink. Some guys came by and patted him on the shoulder or high fived him as they passed. No doubt they had heard about his infamous reputation. He closed his eyes and took another sip of his drink. He knew he didn't want to be here right now, but there was no place to else to go.

Next to him he heard a tall older 12th grader whisper to his frat-boy friend,

"Well, well, well look who it is...little Miss. Manny Santos."

She was being fed to the lions. And all she could do was hold on to JT and grasp her drink tightly. Everything was pounding, and people were pouring out of everywhere. With the door behind them she knew this was it. She was in, and she couldn't get out. She looked around the room, thinking in her head, "I don't care, I don't care" over and over again, like a mantra that even her outer skin couldn't believe for a second. She knew the eyes were on her, devouring the look in her eyes and burning her skin. She felt their words crawling up along the walls of the apartments, and their whispers whistling through glossed pink lips.

"Hey JT! Glad you could make it man!" Jimmy cried as he passed two more drinks their way. She took it gladly and took nervous sips to silence the screaming in her mind, and the burning throughout her skin. She didn't want to be this thing tonight. She didn't want them to see her. If they did, they would see it finally: she was vulnerable. She was theirs for the taking. And her weakest spot was through him. Through more sips she felt the screaming dye down, and the whispers became hushed. But all of that stopped the second she locked eyes with him.

Standing in your shoes a time when I was standing bare in my doorway

I only wish that I had been prepared

I'm gunna have to go along with your way

Just take the plastic-camera in the pants

That you borrowed in the driveway

I just wanted to taste your love.....

I just wanted to taste your love....

A lie from the first.

Now I'm denied by the ghost of you.

Looking up he saw her. Fully, and as she was. He bit his lip subconsciously. Realizing she was real. For once, he didn't know what to do. He felt like all he could do was stare. She finally looked away, she had an icy look on her face, but he could see right past that. Even from across the room, he could look right through her, past all the fronts. He could see right past to the scared vulnerable little girl. Breaking his thoughts was someone close to him tapping him lightly.

"Hey..." She said.

"Ashley...Hey.." He looked at her. He knew how much this was taking out of her to talk to him.

"Some party...huh?" She said looking down and avoiding his eyes.

"Yeah... I didn't think that you would come." Why was this so hard? This was Ashley. A girl who he used to know better than he knew himself.

"Neither did I, but I figured it would be better than sitting in my room listening to some of the classics, and moping around."

He found himself laughing, that was just so like her. He found himself relaxing.

She laughed too, a welcomed smile that he was glad he could finally bring to her face again.
"Craig...I was thinking we could talk. Finally. Just talk. Alone."

It was a welcomed idea. He had missed her, and he wanted so badly for so long just to talk to her.

"Of course." He said, as he set his drink down and eyed the doors of the apartment for the nearest empty bedroom. "Let's go."

OKAY so the action's getting started people. I think the next chapter will be up by tommorow. My fingers just keep typing, and I can't keep this one to myself or in my head! Review if you want, suggestions reviews whatever. The feedback is needed.

Oh and by the way if you were wondering what that delicious song was, it's Howie Day's brillantly sad "Ghost." Go listen to it.