Part 8
Christmas and New Years came and went. Blaine went home to celebrate with his family and so did everyone else. But the days before he did that he had noticed that Thad was acting a bit different whenever he was in room 213. Blaine had been suspicious against the ghost/poltergeist ever since the whole room-trashing-and-time-skip-incident. He would make sure that he always knew where the ghost was when he was in the room. But he had also noticed that Thad would look in the ghost's direction sometimes and smile somewhat before hurriedly look away. Could it be that Thad could see the ghost too now? Could it be that he was keeping secrets from them? But why?
Trent was the only one in the ghost gang that had returned to the school so far. His parents and younger siblings had fallen ill with the flu and sent him away so that he wouldn't become sick. He talked to them every day though and during the holidays he had gotten something back… the notebook Blaine had gotten from Wes.
Trent's grandpa had examined it and the man was very curious about how Trent had gotten his hands on a book that screamed of the late 1800's but… didn't look even a year old. There was no one alive that could make these kind of notebooks anymore. They were of a certain brand and the man behind it had stopped manufacturing them at the beginning of World War II.
Ever since no one had managed to copy his books, no one. His technique was special, exquisite and there was no one that could make a copy that looked like an original. Trent hadn't been able to answer truthfully, they would laugh at him. So he told his grandpa that Sebastian had bought it in a bookstore in Paris. Trent had promised to get the number from Sebastian, in case the shop kept more of these books. Trent nearly didn't get it back.
Trent sighed and wondered what he should do while waiting for the rest of the group to return. He had been practicing songs for the Warblers and just practicing his piano skills… he wasn't that good. But he wished he was. He sighed and walked towards his room but when he turned around the corner he ran into someone and dropped everything he had in his hands… mainly sheet music.
"Aw shit Trent I'm sorry", Fred said and crouched down.
"I-it's okay", Trent stuttered out and bent down to help pick them up.
"I am so sorry buddy I didn't see you", Fred continued. "I was in a hurry to get to my brother's room and smack his head."
"What did Frank do now?" Trent asked with a small smile. Frank would always do things that teased his older brother. Example. When Fred had a small crush on Thad he would call Thad over and make sure he sat beside Fred and then Frank had said things like.
"Fred has something to ask you", and then run off.
"I like this guy", Fred said and Trent gave him a look. "Oh no no I dropped that crush ages ago… he's cute I'll give him that but his friendship is far more important."
"So… who?"
"That's just it", Fred said and blushed slightly. "I can't tell Frank because I want to figure it out for myself first, I want to know if it proper… love-feelings I have or just another embarrassing crush. Trent why did Thad put up with me during that?"
"I think he felt a bit… honored actually", Trent said and smiled. "You know how he is… he doesn't see guys drooling over him. He and Nick are the same. They both think no one can ever find them attractive."
"They are two of the hottest guys at the school!"
"Tell them that."
Fred blushed and Trent smiled. Both stood up and Fred handed Trent his papers and books.
"Thanks", Trent said and smiled. "Wait… if you are looking for Frank… why are you in this dorm? Neither of you live here."
"Oh", Fred said and blushed. "I was just… err… I… Oh! I burrowed a book from Blaine and was going to return it but he wasn't here so…"
"I can take it", Trent said and smiled. "Blaine gave me his spare key in case something like this would happen. I can return it."
"You can?" Fred asked and grinned.
"Of course", Trent grinned and nodded at room 213. "Come on." They walked up to the door and Trent got out the spare key and let Fred in. He followed him inside and put the sheet music on the desk and watched as Fred roamed through his bag before he got out the book he was looking for. He put it on Blaine's bed. Then he turned to Trent.
"Thanks buddy", he said and kissed Trent's cheek before hurrying out. "You are a saint."
"Well", Trent said and blushed. Oh didn't I tell you? Trent has a crush on this guy and has had it forever. Fred grinned a dazzling smile and hurried out to find his brother and just before he left he turned back and winked at Trent. Then he left and closed the door. When he was gone Trent put a hand to his cheek.
"He kissed me", he said and grinned like an idiot.
'That he did', the voice he always heard when he was in this room said.
"Maybe… he likes me."
'Judged by that smile, the wink and the peck I would assume so.'
"Oh I can even hear them now", Trent said with a big grin.
'Hear what?'
I can hear the bells, well don't you hear 'em chime?
'No sadly I cannot', the voice said sadly.
Can't you feel my heart-beat keeping perfect time? And all because he...
Touched me,
He looked at me and stared yes he...
Bumped me,
My heart was unprepared when he...
Tapped me,
And knocked me off my feet, one little touch now my life's complete 'cause when he... – Now had this been in the show you would've seen a reprise of Fred and Trent colliding in the hall
Nudged me,
Love put me in a fix yes it...
Hit me,
Just like a ton of bricks, yes my heart burst now I know what life's about, one little touch and love's knocked me out
and...
I can hear the bells,
My head is spinning.
I can hear the bells,
Something's beginning.
Everybody says that a boy who looks like me can't win his love well just wait and see 'cause...
I can hear the bells,
Just hear them chiming,
I can hear the bells,
My temperature's climbing,
I can't contain my joy 'cause I've finally found the boy I've been missin'
LISTEN!
I can hear the bells.
Round 1,
He'll ask me on a date, and then...
Round 2,
I'll primp but won't be late, because
Round 3's
When we kiss inside his car!
Won't go all the way but I'll go pretty fa-ar
Round 4,
He'll ask me for my hand, and then...
Round 5,
We'll book the wedding band, so by...
Round 6,
The 'guy', much to your suprise, this heavy-weight champion takes the prize and
I can hear the bells,
My ears are ringing,
I can hear the bells,
The groomsmen are singing,
Everybody says that a guy who's such a gem, won't look my way well the laughs on them 'cause
I can hear the bells,
My father will smile,
I can hear the bells,
As he walks me down the aisle,
My mother starts to cry but I can't see 'cause Fred and I are french kissin'
LISTEN!
I can hear the bells.
I can hear the bells,
My head is reeling,
I can hear the bells,
I can't stop the peeling,
Everybody warns that he won't like what he'll see but I know that he'll look inside of me yeah...
I can hear the bells,
Today's just the start 'cause,
I can hear the bells and,
Till death do us part and,
Even when we die we'll look down from up above remembering the night that we two fell in love, We both will shed a tear and
he'll whisper as we're remanisn'
LISTEN!
I can hear the bells,
I can hear the bells,
I can hear the bells.
'I can't hear anything', that voice said and Trent groaned.
"What do you know you're just in my head", he said in annoyance.
'Well that wasn't very nice.'
"Sorry."
'First your friends claim that I am a ghost, then I'm a poltergeist and now I am a bit of your imagination? Will you people make up your minds?'
"What", Trent asked and turned around and jolted. Behind him stood an annoyed-looking Asian young man. "Oh my God."
'Thou shall not misuse the name of the LORD your God, for the LORD will not hold anyone guiltless who misuses his name.'
"Oh cry me a river", Trent said and waved him off. "I can say oh my God or oh my fucking God as much as I want to in this time."
'Heathen.'
"Now who isn't very nice… oh my God I'm talking to a ghost."
'Stop misusing the name of the Lord and stop calling me a ghost. Just because I look different from you does not make me a servant of the dark one.'
"What", Trent asked and looked at the Asian, Wes. "What do you mean? Do people say you are?"
'They say that a boy that looks like me, who have lost his sister to disease as a babe and who is not like the rest must be a servant of the evil one. Do you know how many exorcisms I have been put through this year? It keeps happening because this room is cursed. Ghost and evil spirits keep appearing and I am the one that gets the blame. I do not believe in the Lord anymore… he would not hate me like this if he was the good Father and Lord everyone says he is. He would not let me suffer so.'
"But you aren't evil", Trent said and walked up to the young man and stood beside him. "You are…" What was this ghost? Moody? Friendly? Funny? Young?
'Not like other boys', the ghost asked.
"Yeah", Trent said. "But that's a good thing!"
Wes gave him a look.
"Okay not always but this time it really is because you get to be good friends boys hundreds of years into the future… well for you."
'And that is supposed to make me feel better?' Wes' voice said in his head but his lips didn't move.
"Are you a telepath because I keep hearing your voice in my head?" Trent asked.
'Are you sure it's my voice and not you hearing your own voice like Tracker?'
"You mean Hunter?"
'I knew it had something to do with hunting.'
Trent couldn't help himself he started laughing and noticed Wes smile softly.
'What was that song you just sang?'
"Oh", Trent answered. "It is a love-song from a musical called Hairspray."
'Hairspray? What is that?'
"It helps keep your hair in place."
'It keeps the hair from falling off your head when you get old? Tell me how to get it so that I can give it to my teachers.'
Trent blinked in confusion and then started laughing hysterically. He had to tell the boys about that. He and Wes talked for a bit more and it turned out Wes was really music interested.
"How are the Warblers in your time?" Trent asked.
'They sing mostly hymns and religious songs. They are all very good singers.'
"Do you want to join them?"
'I do but they would never have me because I am… me.'
"Well that is not very nice."
'You are very kind good sir. Are you in the Warblers in your time because you sound amazing.'
Trent blushed. He couldn't help it because no one never really told him that.
"Thank you", Trent said and smiled. "I bet you are too."
'I don't know…'
"Well, try to sing in your head… maybe I can hear it."
Wes tried but it didn't sound like singing in Trent's ear, just like Wes speaking. They talked for a bit more before Trent had to leave to get dinner. But Trent promised to come back another day and talk to him, now that he could see him.
This. Was. Hell. Blaine was furious actually. Not only was the whole dorm closed down because of some flu, that he was pretty sure Trent brought with him, but they were all confided into their rooms and beds… which meant Blaine would spend his week cooped up in the freak show that is room 213 with a ghost that keeps looking at him oddly. Blaine was being fed up with him, the ghost was staring at his I-pod.
"What is it", he asked and Wes got out the notepad and started writing.
*What is that in your ears*, Wes wrote.
"It's called headphones", Blaine explained tiredly. "This is an I-pod. You fill it up with music and listen to it."
*Music?*
"Yes."
*Like the music you sing in here sometimes?*
"Yes."
*Can I listen?*
Blaine stared at him, a bit taken aback by the childlike curiosity in his "roomy".
"Uh… yeah", Blaine said. "Get over here." He patted the bed and his roomy sat down beside him and Blaine instructed him on how to use the headphones. Wes lied down beside him and they started to listen to music. Wes jumped high when the music started the first time and Blaine couldn't help but smile. Blaine started to sing along to some of the songs and he saw the Asian smile and it made his stomach flutter just a bit. Then he felt his eyes widen because the song was Teenage Dream. He went to the skip button and skipped the song. Wes looked at him in confusion and then wrote:
*That was a short song.*
"It wasn't the whole song but I can't listen to it anymore."
*Why?*
"I sang it when I met the guy that became my boyfriend."
*The one that lied with another man?*
"Yes. I loved him so much and a part of me still does. Every time I hear that song or any of the songs we sang together I get really sad."
*He is not worth your tears.*
"What tears?" Blaine asked and then felt a cold hand against his cheek. Wes was wiping away his tears. "Stop…"
Wes moved his hand away.
"It's not that I don't trust you", Blaine said. "It's just… well you are a supernatural being…"
*I am not a ghost*, Wes wrote.
"I know, you keep telling us. But I don't know what you are."
*I'm a boy.*
"So am I."
Wes smiled and Blaine saw the young man's eyes widen.
"What is it", he asked. Wes took his notepad and wrote:
*What is the name of this song?*
Blaine blinked in confusion.
"I Wanna Make Magic", he then said. "Why?"
Wes wrote something again and then shyly showed Blaine:
*I love it. Can we listen again?*
Blaine smiled and nodded and played the song over again. He noticed Wes move his hands as if he was playing on a piano and how he was mouthing the words.
"Do you play piano by any chance", Blaine asked and Wes nodded. "Really? Are you in the Warblers?"
*No*, Wes wrote. *They don't want me.*
"I'm sure we'd want you if you lived in our time."
Wes blushed and Blaine couldn't help but think that he was kinda cute. There was a knock on the door and Blaine jumped, dropping the I-pod and losing the headphone. He got out of bed and opened the door. It was the nurse with his dinner. Blaine thanked her and then turned around to his bed… Wes was gone and so was his I-pod.
Thad was doing something he wasn't supposed to do, but he hated being cooped up in another dorm. He hadn't been back when the flu broke out so he was forced to stay in another dorm, which left him the only one of the ghost-gang available for research. Now Hunter and Sebastian had both forbidden him from going down in the archives alone. But there was something Thad had realized and that he wanted to check. It had to do with their principal and something that the ghost said.
Thad found the shelves he'd been looking for but they were too high up for him. But never on to give up he got a stool out. He knew he wasn't alone down there, there were lots of seniors around and they gave him strange looks. He ignored them and got the stool. He stepped up on it and grabbed the box he was looking for… only to realize someone was holding it from the other end. Thad was not going to give up, too many strange things had happened and he was not letting this clue slip away… that's when the person holding the box on the other side did something unexpected… he pushed it.
Thad stepped backwards and with a frightened yelp he fell and the whole shelf that the box was standing on came down on him. The seniors flew up and hurried towards the sound and found one of their juniors on the floor… with a bleeding wound on his forehead and unconscious.
TBC
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