I never said I'd lie and wait forever
If I died, we'd be together
I can't always just forget her
But she could try
At the end of the world
Or the last thing I see
You are
Never coming home
Never coming home
Could I? Should I?
And all the things that you never ever told me
And all the smiles that are never ever...
Ever...
Get the feeling that you're never
All alone and I remember now
At the top of my lungs in my arms she dies
She dies
My Chemical Romance- The Ghost of You
"So can we do the seance tonight?" Kenny asked eagerly.
"Uh- GAH- yeah sure." I stammered. "When?"
"Tonight." Kyle told me. "At around midnight. That's the best time to start... will your parents be home?"
"No." I shook my head. "They're going to a party. They usually stay out late though, so we should be fine."
"Good. Midnight it is." Kenny smiled before him and Kyle vanished, leaving me alone.
"Tweek..." I jump slightly at the sound of Craig's voice next to me.
"Ah! You scared me." I said.
"Sorry." Craig shrugged. "But you're doing the seance tonight right?"
"Yeah, why?" I asked.
"Just... be careful alright? This stuff can be really dangerous."
"Okay. Thanks Craig."
Craig moved his hand and put it over mine. I felt his his cold skin glide across mine, and felt... comforted.
"Don't worry. If anything happens, then I'll be there to help you." He told me.
"Th-Thanks." I told him, offering a smile, and to my surprise, he smiled back. A small one, but just as affective.
"I'll see you later." And with that, he vanished.
I sat there for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. Why was Craig sticking around? Did he honestly care about me? Or was he just bored? What if he disappeared tonight? Or tomorrow? Would I ever see him again?
I let my thoughts drift as I gathered up the materials for the seance. I went into the fridge, hoping to find a bottle of wine, if not, then I'd have to call Clyde and see if I could borrow one of his "secret" bottles.
I dug around in the fridge. Shit. No wine. I sighed and went to my room to grab my phone. Looks like I need to call Clyde now.
I dialed Clyde's number and brought the phone to my ear, waiting for him to pick up.
One ring... two rings... three rings... four... five... six...
"Hey Tweek!"
"ACK!" I jumped. "Clyde! You scared the shit out of me."
"Sorry." Clyde laughed. "What do you need, Tweekers?"
"Um, do you have any wine?"
"Yeah. What kind do you need?"
"It-It doesn't matter." I told him. "I just need a bottle."
"Oh okay. For what reason?"
"It's a secret!" I blurted. "I just need the wine."
"Oh are you bringing someone home?" His tone suddenly turned suggestive.
"No! It's nothing like that." I assured him.
"Tweek, I'm your friend. If something's going on, you can tell me."
"It's fine Clyde, really. I just need that bottle."
"Okay. See you in five minutes." I heard a click as he hung up.
I sighed as I tossed the phone on the bed. Now I feel like an ass.
After a long five minutes, I heard a knock on the front door. I quickly rushed down the stairs and opened the hard, wooden door.
"Hey Tweek!" Clyde greeted me. He waved the bottle of red wine in his hand. "I got you your booze."
"Oh thanks man!" I said, reaching for the bottle. But before I could grab it, Clyde pulled his arm up, keeping it out of reach.
"Nuh uh, Tweek." He said. "First I want you to tell me what's going on."
"Come on Clyde, don't play games with me." I pleaded. "Just please give me the bottle."
Clyde held it higher as I began to jump for it. I hate being shorter than all my friends.
"Tweek, you better tell me." He demanded in a serious tone. "Now."
I stopped jumping. "If I tell you, you won't believe me." I muttered.
"Tweek, I promise, no matter how crazy it is, it's no more unbelievable than the other crap that happens in this town." Clyde assured me.
I sighed. "Okay. I'll tell you." I inhaled. "Clyde, I can see the dead."
Clyde raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Like how?"
"I don't know how. I just can. I've had this power since I could remember. And now there are three ghosts that are attached to me. Two want my help, and one is just... there. Lingering."
"Okay. But what do they want?" My brunette friend asked.
"They're looking for their lovers. Two boys. About my age. I've tried using an ouija board to find them, but I got the third spirit instead. Now I'm doing a seance, and I need this wine. If this goes well, then they'll find their lovers and move on. As for the Wanderer, I don't know."
Clyde nodded. "Alright. Here." He handed over the wine. "What are their names? The ghosts I mean."
"Kyle and Kenny are the ones who need my help." I told him. "Craig is the Wanderer who lingers in my home."
I thought I saw a flicker of surprise flitter across his face, but it was gone as quickly as it came.
"I want one more thing." Clyde said.
"What is it?" I questioned.
"Let me help."
