them take a while to warm up to strangers, especially ones that have no problem associating with the living. And they’ve been in a bit of an uproar since Journey arrived, they’re afraid she’ll.” He stops suddenly and covers his mouth looking around nervously.
“The y are afraid of her?” I whisper feeling uneasy like something menacing is lurking in the shadows of the huge trees.
Noah refuses to answer as he glances around. His gaze settles on something unseen and he drops his head. “I accidentally let Drew see me earlier.”
“Really? Did it scare him?”
“No, I think you got him past the initial shock last night.”
“I kind of feel bad about that… but he deserved it.”
“Y es, I thought so as well. It unnerved me to see him treat her so poorly.”
“Yeah, he’s always been like that I ho pe the new improved Drew sticks around.”
“Let’s hope.”
“So are you in trouble with the others for exposing yourself?” Oh that sounds to dirty and I want to laugh and comment on it but he’ll just get annoyed. Drew however would totally laugh his butt off.
“They are not pleased with me.”
“Rose didn’t seem mad at you.”
“She’s sort of taken on the motherl y role to us younger ones here. Although sometimes I wish she’d accept the fact that I’m an old man now not the scared child I was in the beginning.”
“S o she was here before you?”
“Yes, she was the or iginal owner of the house.”
“W hat happened?”
“You’ll have to ask her, it ’s not my story to tell.”
“Were there others here before her?”
“Yes.”
“Wow. I can’t wait to tell Journey. ”
“You can’t tell her Kadence.” He says quickly.
“Why not? We tell each other everything.”
“I kno w for a fact you do not. Any time you and I talk about the others it stays strictly between us. If you can’t keep it secret I won’t tell you anything else and I promise they won’t ever talk to you.”
“Can I tell her about you?”
He seems to mull the idea over.
“Why don’t you just introduce yourself to her?”
“You can talk to her about me.” He says quickly.
“She’s going to want to know how old you are.”
“V ery old.” He bites his cheek.
“Dud e, I mean when you died how old were you?”
“Nineteen , happy now?”
“Yep, thanks. ”
“W hy do you care so much about my age? Why would she care?”
“You really are cl ueless. Dude you are slow.” I shake my head, he has no idea how crush worthy he is. I seriously miss making out but I can see he likes to be the pursuer. I’ll wait, if I move in to soon I’ll be boyfriend-less forever. Not going to happen and he’s not telling if there’s any other cute guys hanging around. Which makes me wonder, am I the only ghost interested in getting involved with someone? “Are there any girls your age around here?”
He snaps to me wit h a puzzled expression, “Are you tired of me already?”
“No, not at all. I was just wondering if you have a girlfriend.”
He laughs like it’s the joke of the century as he shakes his head.
“W hat’s so funny about that?” I ask annoyed.
“Forgive me, I f orget you are still a young spirit and have not met many of us.”
“Alright so I’m taking that as a no and I’m the on ly darned ghost that still cares about having a relationship outside of simply friendship. Great.”
“I didn’t say that. ”
“So you do have a girlfriend. ”
“N o, I meant there are a few of us that still desire that.”
“W ell that’s nice to know.”
He looks at me shyly, “W hy, are you interested in me?”
“Um … I think you are incredibly cute but I doubt our ideas of a relationship are the same.”
“How do you know?”
“Different lifetimes.” I shrug, “I’m sorry I don’t behave shy and ladylike. When I want something I let it be known. I go after it, I don’t sit around like a wallflower that’s more Journey’s style.”
He attempt s not to smile or look