George's POV
The next morning when I walked into the living room I saw Trixie sleeping on the couch. She looked cute asleep. She seemed just like a normal person except, well, more transparent. It wasn't long though before she woke up.
"Good morning sleepy head!" I shouted and grinned. She sat up and rubbed the corners of her eyes. I heard her mumble something about 'not a dream'. "Are you hungry?" I sat down next to her.
"Um, yeah, I guess..."
"Is something wrong?"
"I don't know, I guess it's all just starting to sink in..."
"What, the ghost thing? How long have you been a ghost anyway?"
"Since yesterday."
"Oh! Well what happened?"
"I don't really know. All I know is that there was a strange man in my house and then he stabbed me I think..."
"That's horrible! You were murdered yesterday?!"
"Yeah, I bet Gemma's sick over it..."
"Who's Gemma?"
"She's my best friend, practically my sister! I hope she doesn't take it too badly but there isn't much chance of that."
"Do you have any family?"
"I guess I would have to wouldn't I?" She smirked. "Well my mother died when i was young, father was an alcoholic and my brother was an idiot, they say every family has one."
I chuckled. "And why do you say that?"
She laughed. "Well I don't know why other people say it but my brother is just sort of messed up, always getting into trouble, stealing and drinking and such... that's why I went with my best friend Gemma to Liverpool. I've lived here ever since and I never looked back, I never heard from either of them so..."
"Yeah, I understand."
"So anyway, do you think we could go to Gemma's house and make her feel better? Because I mean, she most likely can't see me but she can see you. Would you do it? Please?"
"Sure." I said not really thinking about what I was going to have to do. I George Harrison have to go to some strange girl's house, console her, tell her I talked to the ghost of her best friend and that she shouldn't be sad. Plus other things of that nature, I'm going to be thrown in the mad house for sure!