Make a wish when a Blackbird flies

I sat on the hood of someone's car smoking. I could see Cameo a little ahead just wondering around, probably looking for somewhere to take a piss.

There are two kinds of people in this world: there's the one staying put in his proper place, just trying to get through life as smoothly as possible, trying not attract too much attention. And then there's the one with his foot in the other one's face, taking as many people down so he can climb his way to the top.

I guess I could be classified as the first person; all my life all I wanted was to be invisible to everyone, alive or dead. Someone like Nate was best described as the second person, not caring about anything other than his own success and worming his way under your skin and in your mind, until you wouldn't know what thoughts were your own and which ones he planted there.

And then there was Gerard. He was somewhere in between. He was the kind of person that seemed to always be there, almost in the background, you knew he was there but you wouldn't exactly pay much mind to him. That is until he did something, something so trivial but at the same time unexpected, that you couldn't help but let him in.

He would smile for example or even just look at you and suddenly all your attention was set on him, and you would automatically stare back and smile with him; he too wormed his way under your skin, but in the kind of way that made you feel warm and safe, and all you could think about was him and his smile that made you smile...crap!

I dropped the half smoked cigarette and dropped my head in my hands, rubbing my eyes with my palms. Why does this have to happen?
"Frank" Said someone next to me. I didn't need to lift my head to know who it was.
"What do you want?"
"Just thought I'd come out and talk to you."

I snapped my head up to glare at Nate.
"I don't think anything you have to say could interest me in the slightest."
"This might." He said shortly and sat next to me. "The others told me not to tell you, they didn't see any harm in it; I think it'll do more damage later if you don't know." He paused, though I had a feeling of what it could be about.

"It's about Gerard." Bingo! But I didn't want to hear what he had to say, so I stood up and started walking away, anywhere. "Wait, Frank! He's not real!" He yelled, which made me freeze in my tracks.
"What? What do you mean?" I asked slowly, not turning around.
"What I meant to say was, he's dead, what you see is just his ghost." I didn't say anything.

"Nobody else can see him; at first we didn't say anything because it was kinda cute and funny; but I know it's more serious than that now." He went on.
"I don't believe you." I whispered.
"Think about it, he doesn't do anything except come to you; you never see him do anything else."

My eyes were clouding over with tears. One of the things that made me so happy was also something that I hated beyond belief. I didn't understand; how could I not notice that he was dead? I would have felt it, like when the hairs on the back of your neck stand up when someone is watching you, like right now.

I turned around to face Nate, and suddenly all that pain and disappointment turned into anger, at him.
"So, none of you thought of telling me this at the beginning? No, 'coz this was all a joke to you right?" I spat at him.
"No, Frank, it's not-"

"You have no idea of how much it tears me apart to know that the only people who are willing to get close to me are the ones who really have nothing to lose. So thank you - and you can pass this all around - for making me feel that my existence, my suffering is something to be laughed at; and I hope you have a lot of fun from now on because I refuse to do anything more for you."

By that point the tears that had been collecting spilled over. I walked away from him, once again having the last word, climbed back into my caravan and slammed the door, locking it immediately afterwards. I practically threw myself on my bed and screamed in my pillow, letting out some sobs at the end.

This really didn't seem fair, everything that seemed good in my life had to come with some sort of ironic twist. Like whoever was in charge of making the world spin was also taking a kick out of screwing my life around. I knew this was too good to be true. All I could do now was cry as i had done too many times already; I cried for Gerard, my grandmother, and everyone else in this world that has been forgotten. Everyone that would forget me.

This went on for a while until I was distracted by a wet nose on my ear. I lifted my head and came face to muzzle with Cameo. I hadn't even noticed she was in here. Could she be dead too? I sat up an pulled her to my chest and buried my face in her short fur. She didn't feel like a ghost - if there was such a thing as ghost puppies - I could feel the heat coming from her, she was breathing and her heart was beating.

She couldn't be dead. So how did Gerard bring her to me? AS far as I could tell, the dead couldn't easily interact with other living things. I was so confused now. Was Gerard dead or alive? If he was dead, what did he want from me? And if he was alive, what would Nate gain by lying to me?

I was distracted from my thoughts when Cameo licked my face. I looked at her and she looked back with curios eyes.
"Do you know what's going on?" I asked her. She just whined, I guess that was a no.

Notes

hey guy, sorry this is another short one; the next one will be longer but also kinda terrible.
I'm so happy everyone hates Nate, makes it easier for everything to fall into place XD
Who can guess what's gonna happen next??