A/N: So, eh. I know I haven't updated this story in FOREVER. But I just got my muse back, so bear with me. :3 The chapters will be short in this, but, eh. That's all a part of my genius. ;) Anywho. On to the disclaimer!

Disclaimer: I do not and will not ever own 'Haunting In Connecticut'. I am simply borrowing the characters of Jonah and Matt. ;)

Enjoy this chapter! :D

Chapter 2

Five months. That's how long it had been since things calmed down. Five months since Matt had been cured of cancer.

They were still living in the same house. Matt figured that made them crazy, but hey. He's in love with a ghost, so he figures he can't get much crazier than that.

Matt laughs with his cousin over a big stack of pancakes and a glass of orange juice. They're the only ones up with it being the weekend and all. But they haven't hung out properly in a while and truthfully, Matt misses talking to her. He misses having someone he could trust with all his secrets.

He tells her about Jonah, about what really happened to him. He tells her about all the kisses they shared and the time they spent together. And he knows it sounds crazy, but fuck, he needs to get this out to someone…anyone willing to listen. And she doesn't judge him or think he's crazy, besides the first question she asked about it being the cancer that caused him to see things that weren't there.

She tells him it'll be alright, because really? She doesn't know how to comfort him about this. Jonah is long gone from their house, his remains sitting in some graveyard that is miles and miles away from where they are. But she does her best, holding him and kissing his forehead throughout a movie after they have their stomachs full.

There's a noise outside about an hour later, and Matt, for the life of him, can't figure out what it could be. It sounds a lot like a big truck, but the neighborhood they live in hardly gets any cars in and out of it, save for the people that live around there. So he honestly can't fathom what it could possibly be.

His cousin had fallen asleep sometime toward the end of their movie and he turns the television off and silently scrambles to his feet. He's curious.

When he makes it to the newly restored porch, thanks to his dad, he sees a big truck sitting in front of a house that had been vacant since way before they moved here. It reads the name of a moving company on the side and a couple guys are working to pull boxes out of the back.

So a new family, huh?

Matt just hopes that the new neighbors have an easier time than they did. He slips on his house slippers – that are so not girly like his mom's – and scampers across the street. He stays back a ways so nobody notices him, just observing.

The parents look happy and completely in love. Ready to start a new life here in this little town in Connecticut. There's a bouncy little girl with blonde pigtails and huge gapped tooth smile on display running around the front yard giggling softly. There's a broody little brother who rolls his eyes at the antics and has his music on full blast in his ears. There's a small dog that is most certainly going to grow to be two times the size it is now. It's chasing the little girl around playfully, yipping softly, happily.

And then there's him.

The oldest of the three kids is helping his dad pull boxes out and carry them inside the house carefully. His face is void of emotions as he does so, and he has sweat pouring down his forehead.

"Tanner! Sam! Alicia! Time for lunch!" the mother calls out for her children.

The youngest boy – Sam, Matt presumes from the eye roll that he gave at the sound of the name – turns his music off and scoops his baby sister up in his arms. He gives her a small, genuine smile and it's the first one Matt has seen from him. Alicia giggles and hugs his neck tightly as he takes her in the air conditioned house.

The father blinks at the sound of his wife's voice, grabbing one more box, murmuring for his other son to do the same. He walks to the door, slipping out of sight in seconds. The dog follows him in.

Tanner huffs, wiping sweat from his brow gently and running a hand through his hair. He grabs the heavy box in front of him and tries to balance it while reaching up to pull the hatch of the truck closed for the moment. Too bad it was a disaster waiting to happen.

Matt knows its coming and reacts without a second thought, moving to catch the box as it falls – there might be breakables in there and honestly, Matt doesn't want this poor guy to get yelled at for an accident – and steady the other boy as he stumbles slightly. The hatch closes with a bang and Matt winces at the noise.

The cancer might be gone, but the sensitivity to sound has yet to leave him.

He smiles sheepishly up at Tanner, getting a good look at his features for the first time. He has dark blonde hair that is cut short and styled like freakin' Brad Pitt would do to his. He has muscles that are on display, thanks to a black t-shirt that the sleeves have been butchered off of it. He's slightly taller than Matt and very toned. He could be an underwear model. He even had the most beautiful eyes Matt had ever seen.

Blue like the sea and full of mischief.

And fuck, they bring back a pang of sadness because…Well, those were Jonah's eyes.

"Thanks…My mom would have killed me if that one hit the ground…" Tanner murmurs nervously.

He wipes his brow again quickly and takes the box from Matt.

And when their fingers brush, he feels a jolt of longing, a flare of recognition. He snaps his eyes up to meet the other boy's but it's too late and he's already moving toward the house.

"Hey! What's your name?" Matt calls out, because really, he can't help himself. After what he just felt…he has to know.

Tanner turns to look at him at the outburst with a raised brow, but he replies anyway.

"Tanner. Tanner Stevens."

He gives a small smile to Matt and then his mom resurfaces from the kitchen to call out to her son once again, saying that if he doesn't hurry up, Sammy is going to eat his food.

There's a faint protest of, 'It's not Sammy!' and Matt can't hold back a snort at that. He waves to the woman as Tanner slips in beside her and she smiles softly back at him before retreating back in from the heat.

And as he scampers back across the street to his own house, he's grinning from ear to ear. Because Jonah didn't lie. They found each other again.

The only complication? He has to get Tanner…Jonah…To remember him.

He has to get him to fall in love with him all over again.

A/N: So, uh. That was actually a lot of writing. o_o I'm not going to lie, this will probably be the longest chapter out of all of them. But eh. I hope you guys liked it. Reviews are LOVE. ;D