Author's Note:Hey there! Welcome to the second chapter of The Invisible Chilren. This one has a lot more dialogue than the first. So it shouldn't be as boring. I'm not gonna lie I apologize for the amount of dialogue in the first chapter it was pitiful. But hey you gotta do what you gotta do. Aaaaand without further ado, chapter 2.

Chapter 2: More Real Than Life

When I wake up I'm laying my bed with an ice pack resting against my forehead. I don't reme- oh yeah. I look around the room a little to see if the guy is still here…he's no-

"Sounded like you hit your head pretty hard just then." No! He's sitting next to me on my desk chair now. What is this?

"What the hell man!? Look I don't know who you are or what you think your doing in my house, in my room. But if you don't leave I will be forced to call the cops." Sounds like a decent threat.

"Hahaha. And tell them what? A ghost complimented you and you passed out on your own accord? That's a good one. Let me know what they say to that." I'm sorry what?

"A-a ghost? Oh so this is all a joke to you? Huh? Well listen here bud-" I go to grab his shirt only to be met by the air. "Oh my god…"

"You really shouldn't try to mess with me. And besides, this room your in. This was mine. All set and ready to go for me, but no…" He keeps talking but I'm not listening. I've always been one to be superstitious, but not one of those people who is afraid. It's always intrigued me, the supernatural world. Ghosts mainly, and now here's one in my room.

"Your not even listening are you?"

"N-no. Just give me a minute okay. I just found out I'm living with a ghost."

"Yes well imagine howI feel. People coming in to the place I grew up and lived i- oh by the way, I'm Gabe. Gabriel Goodman. And you are?" He's talking to me as if we're just two normal people meeting each other on a corner or in a coffee shop.

"Um, I-I'm Amelia. Amelia Buifut. Look bud- Gabe. I really don't know what to do with myself right now. This is all very weird and-"

"What. It's not like you have anything better to do. I don't see people running up to your door asking you to come over. I don't hear the phone's ringing asking for you." Ouch, thats cold. "So what have you got to lose? Talk to me. It's not like I have anything better to do. I haven't talked to anyone in years. Not since my family moved out." Its then at this moment, that I notice just how, well, hot he is. He has the most piercing blue eyes, with kind of short light brown hair thats kind of slicked back, but not really. He's wearing a purple polo, dark blue jeans, and vans sneakers. Oh my god, what am I doing? I'm checking out a dead kid.

"So Amelia, since you have no friends, and I'm dead I'd say we'd make good friends. I mean so far, your the first person who has been able to see me since my dad. And I'm not gonna lie, I may have followed you to school once or twice. And I can't help noticing that no one seems to see you either. So, what do you say?"

"Sure. Why not. I mean, what the hell, like you said. Its not like I've got anything better to do."

"Great! I'll be downstairs if you need me." And with he disappears from sight and I slump down on my bed with an exasperated sigh. What a summer this will turn out to be.

GABE P.O.V.

I know I could have stayed quiet and not said anything…but I didn't. I mean, where's the fun in that? I've been dead 17 years with no one to talk to since the rest of my family moved out last year. I didn't go with them. There was nothing left for me with them. After my mother left and I started on my dad, it wasn't the same. He had spent so much time denying my existence, that is just wasn't the same. And then Natalie graduated and it was too much for him to handle so he left the house, and everything that had ever happened in it.

Then this family moves in and suddenly there are people in the place I died in, grew up in, and was left in. A mother, a father, and daughter. But man, that girl, Amelia. She sure is something else. She has no friends, she's incredibly difficult to say the least, but there's just something about her. Now maybe I followed her to school sometimes and watched her at her house, but c'mon! I'm dead for crying out loud! And besides, now I'm her only friend. And she's mine. Ugh too much thinking. Time for some relaxation.

AMELIA'S P.O.V.

A few weeks pass and I slowly warm up to gave and the fact that he basically lives with us. He's not that bad, besides my parents aren't around so it's not like I have anyone else to talk to. Not that I talk to them anyway. All they want is for me to be normal and have friends, but that's not what I want. I mean don't get me wrong, I would love to have friends I could call up and ask if they wanted to hang out, but I don't want to be like every other one of those skinny bitches at my school. Trust me, I'm not on of those girls.

"My god is there nothing better to do in this house than stare at walls? Ugh. Gabe how did you do it for so long?" I really am interested to know how he survived living here without killing himself…metaphorically. We're sitting in the living room with me on the couch and him on the floor.

"Well to my mom I was still living, you know going to school, having girlfriends, things a kid my age would do."

"How old are you anyway?"

"18., like yourself."

"Oh…" We sit in silence for a little bit longer until I can't handle it anymore.

"How did it happen Gabe?" It comes out quicker than I can stop it. But once is out there's no taking it back. No matter how many times i try to.

"I-I'm sorry, that was uncalled for. You don't have to answer that. Really I'm so-"

"I don't know how it happened," he cuts me off before I can say anything more. I can't see his face but I can hear a pinch of pain and sadness in his voice. "I 18 months old. Not even old enough to remember."

"That's so young…But your 18 now, how did you…you know, age?" I can't help it now. I'm just so curious.

"I don't even really know. It was like my body had failed but my soul had kept on living. My mom was the only one who saw me as a person…as the person I could have been if…" His voice trails off and I can tell this conversation has taken a wrong turn, but I just can't stop.

"So the room I'm in, it was supposed to be yours? I mean if you want it back you can have it, another room will suit me just fine."

"Yeah, it was mine, but it was never really mine you know? You don't have to move out of it Amelia all your stuff is in there, and besides I can't think of anyone better to take it than you."

"Uhm, well thanks. I'll …erhm…take good care of it." Way to be awkward Amelia. Bravo really.

"So Amelia, tell me about yourself." He stands from his position on the floor and sits next to me on the couch, with a cushion in between us.

"Me? You want to know about me?" Honestly he'll be the first guy to ever want to know anything about me.

"Yeah! Of course I do. So, tell me a little bit about yourself."

"Ok..Uhm, well I have no friends, besides you, but technically you don't count. No offense."

"None taken, continue." He stares at me intently, waiting to hear more.

"I'm 18, a senior in high school this year. I have two very annoying parents, who do not understand me."

"I know the feeling."

"Yeah, well we moved here from Seattle, Washington. For my dad's work and because my mom said she needed to 'be inspired by something besides fog,' whatever that bullshit is supposed to mean. My dad's a teacher, elementary and my mom's a painter. Or so she says. I haven't seen her paint anything in years. There were some things I couldn't take with me,like my piano. The only thing I've ever early loved, besides my books. But my mom said I shouldn't be upset about leaving it. That we could get a new one. But its not the same. Its like picking up the wrong baby from daycare. It doesn't look the same, react the same, or sound the same. When we made the move I also had to leave behind my best friend Casy. We weren't even that good friends, I just said we were so my parents would get off my back." He looks at me silently, his blue eyes wide with thought and wonder.

"You know, you kind of remind me of my sister." This time I can see the sadness in his eyes and I quickly change the subject before anything else can be said on the matter.

"You know Gabe. I think we could be really good friends."

"I told you so."

Soooo what'd you think. This is my first time doing a story with OC's so its all kind of new to me. But if you have any questions, comments, or just want to discuss something feel free to review or inbox me. Its always welcome. Also if you like Les Miserbales and your an Eponine and Enjolras shipper come check out my other story, A Little Fall of Love. Thanks! Until next chapter

-Thatoneegirl