Side Note : Oooh :3 I love you guys! I got much better reactions to that shitty first chapter than I thought I would! So I guess I better continue because srsly I have so much to do this week that I think I'm going to spontaneously combust before Thursday even rolls around. So I hope this chapter goes as well as the first!
Also : I think I'll put down some costume ideas for these two and maybe the others, but they won't actually be the boys' costumes :) So let's start with a new one! Ethan as Luke and Benny as Anakin from Star Wars :D I'm a huge Trekkie and have never really watched Star Wars but Christ those two would rock the Skywalkers.
Onwards!
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Two hours later, even after trudging his way through Physics and German 2C and walking home, exhausted, Ethan was still mulling over the spider incident in his head.
He lived in Whitechapel, for crying out loud- nothing should be hard to believe anymore after all of things he and Benny had seen in the past two years. They'd fought vampires, battled off zombies, hacked an angry tree to death, went through a parallel universe, and had even been turned or close to turned into a lot of the supernatural creatures they'd stumbled across. He was given visions of the future when touching certain things or people, and his best friend was a warlock who could do a hell of a lot of things now with his magic. And also, his other three best friends were vampires who could kick ass and still manage to fly under everyone else's radars in the closely knit town, for reasons still unbeknownst to him.
But concidering all of those things, still, Ethan was still puzzled by what he had seen in World History that afternoon. He was, 99.99% sure the spider had been alive, and creeping along Jessica's backpack, but as soon as he blinked it stopped moving. He'd believed it was real, and had felt incredibly foolish upon finding out that the spider was simply plastic and the light was playing against his eyes.
Maybe it was a Halloween prank, Ethan decided, since the holiday was coming up in a few weeks.
Pulling out his German and English homework, Ethan sat down at his desk, totally prepared to work on it and concentrate. But every time he strayed even slightly from a problem, the spider would pop up into his thoughts, and his magically induced mind would think on the whole scene all over again. More than once, he could practically feel the spider crawling up his leg, or over the back of his neck, and by the time he'd managed to move onto the fifth question of his German homework, he was all wired up and paranoid as hell.
An hour passed uneventfully with Ethan make believing spiders skittering across his pale skin, and taking in Jessica's tormented face, while simultaneously trying to complete his homework with enough effort to say he tried and failed fairly.
A loud shout was what finally dragged him away from the world of The Great Gatsby. Ethan looked up from the pages of the paperback with wide eyes, and looking automatically to his window, he waited with baited breath to see if the noise would occur again.
It did. Someone just a few houses up from Ethan started screaming wildly and getting up from his desk chair, Ethan crept over to his window to look out onto the street below.
One of his neighbors, Mr. Turner, was stumbling down his stairs, and even from the large distance in between him and Ethan, the high schooler could tell that his face was a sickly white color. There was also something trailing after him, and Ethan was about to turn and call out to his mother when his eye caught the pursuer, and he stopped right where he was.
It was a ghost. Not the stupid sheeted kind, from Scooby Doo or any other children cartoon, but a real ghost whose feet didn't touch the ground and looked vaguely like a person. He looked to be someone who'd been killed in the civil war, wearing a soldier's coat and slacks with a cap on his head. Though half of his opaque face was missing, and instead replaced by the skull that lay underneath the protective layer.
Mr. Turner shrieked again and took off across his lawn, the phantom gliding after him in his wake. Ethan watched with an open mouth as Mr. Turner tripped across his own lawn, Benny's lawn, and then Ethan's, and continued to watch until his neighbor disappeared around the corner with his howls still ringin out to the night.
For a moment, Ethan didn't move from his spot. He continued to look out of his window into the twilight, though there was nothing more to see than a few wayward leaves rustling in the wind. His head was swimming with a whirlwind of questions and confusion, but the main inquire tumbling through his head stood out like a neon sign.
What the hell was going on in this town?
And that made Ethan snort, because really, when wasn't there something going on in Whitechapel.
"What're you laughing at?"
Turning away from the window at last, Ethan caught sight of Benny lingering in his doorway, leaning easily against the wood paneling and smiling at him. His confusion, though still there at the back of his mind, died away at once at the sight of his favorite person in the entire universe standing in front of him with his backpack in one hand and his other tucked into the pocket of his jeans.
Ethan grinned at him. "Nothing. Something just freaked Turner out and he went flying across our lawns."
Snorting, Benny tossed his bag down onto the floor and walked over to where Ethan was still positioned by the window. He pulled back the curtain to peer outside in much the same way Ethan just had.
"What was he yelling about this time?"
The shorter of the two hesitated for a moment, before responding. "I think he thought there was a ghost chasing him. It looked like a ghost from up here, but I'm not too sure. I thought I saw a spider on Jessica's bag today in History and it turned out to be plastic so I'm sure it's just October getting to me."
Benny didn't look as convinced as Ethan sounded. "Are you sure, E? Usually when we doubt what we see it's what's tormenting the town next."
Ethan looked back out of the window; the night was still, and Turner's shouting was silenced by the dark of the shadows creeping in. Whatever had happened, Ethan was still sure that there wasn't a ghost haunting his neighbor.
"Yeah, I'm sure." he smiled up at Benny, who smiled back and let the curtain drop from his hands.
"Well, in that case-"
And then he kissed Ethan, slowly, sweetly, and comforting enough that Ethan forgot all about the tricking of his eyes and brain at once. His thoughts were consumed solely of Benny, his best friend, his boyfriend, his entire fucking world, and spiders seemed absolutely trivial compared to the taste and warmth of him.
In the distance, Ethan heard a door opening, but he ignored it in favor of wrapping his arms around Benny like a human octopus, and he felt Benny laughing against his lips.
"Ugh- Mom! Dad!" Jane shouted, and Ethan finally realized it was his door that had been opened. "Ethan and Benny are kissing again!"
"I don't see what the big issue is, Jane." Samantha shouted back.
"It's gross, Mom. Have you ever seen Uncle Derek kissing a girl? It's disgusting!"
Needless to say, the two teenage boys were amused by Jane and her childish naivety.
"It is gross, though," Ethan amended in between kisses. "Derek's a damn jaguar when picking up girls."
"Mental images, dude."
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A/N: ...
I can't write second chapters. Like, at all. Not even a little. They always fail horribly. I hope it was decent enough for you to keep wanting to read on, though!
Until next week you sexy beasts ;D
