The Ghost Of You

-------Franks’s P.O.V------

“Yeah, you should have seen your face.” I looked up at the girl again, she looked familiar I just could not put my finger on it.

“Have I met you before?” She shook her head making her bangs slightly fall in her face

“No. Not that I know of, why?”

“No reason, you just look really familiar” She frowned

“I don’t see why, I have basically lived in England most of my life and I've only really lived in New Jersey about 8 years and most of my time here was spent it this house.”

“Wait. You lived here?” She nodded.

“Yep, I did with my Dad.” Her eyes showed sadness, as she looked back at me “Do you know what happened to him after I died?” I shook my head giving her a sympathetic look

“I can’t really tell you what happened to him after he sold the house to me, he just left.” I wanted to tell her about the newspaper downstairs but it didn't seem right, if he thought she was missing why did he just leave instead of staying here in case she came home. It just didn't add up.

She nodded and didn't seem like she wanted to continue that part of the conversation, she looked at her hands witch where clasped in front of her, I tried to change the subject feeling bad for her.

“Hey. If you've been here this entire time what have you been doing, especially at night.” She looked up at me again and her face told me she knew I had purposefully changed the subject

“Nothing really, it kinda get's really boring after a bit so I take to just insulting you.”

“Thanks, I feel honored” I said sarcastically with a roll of my eyes "Haven't you ever tried to get out of the house." She looked at me like I was stupid.

“No, I cant leave the house.”

"How come?" She looked around before answering.

“Beats me, I can stay in the house when your not here though and what you asked me before I can't do a lot because as you know I'm a ghost and the only thing I don't go through when I sit on is the bed. I usually just spend my days making fun of you and my nights are usually spent walking around in boredom.”

“Well as much as I want to talk to you more, I'm exhausted so I'm going to sleep.” She looked at me awkwardly.

“Erm ok, I’ll Just… Yeah.” She went to back out of the door but I stopped her.

“Andi, you can stay in here with me, you did mention you could lay on beds.” I have no idea why I asked her it just felt like something I should do, I felt a bit stupid but she nodded, smiled, then came and laid on the bed next to me as I laid back down and switched off the light.

“Night Andi”

“Night Frank”

----------------Andi’s P.O.V-----------------

I woke up the next morning with someone’s arms around me it took me a moment to realize it was Frank, then I realized his arm’s were around me. He was touching me and he wasn't going through me, I got really exited at this point and started freaking out waking him up in the process

“Andi, what’s up? Calm down.” He spoke groggily rubbing sleep out of his eyes

“Frank, you can touch me!” His eye’s went wide and I realised he had taken it the wrong way. Dirty minded people.

“Not like that you perv! I mean you can touch me without going through me!” I said sitting up. I leaned over and touched his arm without going through him, he looked down in amazement and sat up next to me slowly moving his hand to touch my arm what was placed on my knee.

He moved his hand slowly up to my shoulder still brushing my arm as he went along , when he got to my shoulder he tangled his hand in my hair that’s when we locked eye’s, before I realized what was happening we where slowly leaning into each other, Franks hand still in my hair as we where closing the gap between us.

Just as we where about to close the gap I turned my head just as he pulled his hand out of my hair, we both turned to each other at the same time and apologized, we shared a sheepish smile as he got out off the bed and grabbed some clothes before entering the bathroom.

When I heard the shower turn on I got out of bed and made my way down stairs, I still couldn't open the doors so I had to walk through them like I had gotten used to doing over the past couple of day’s.

I made my way to the kitchen and just stood in there not really knowing what to do with myself, I felt conflicted. I had almost kissed Frank, I had wanted to but it went against everything, I hadn't know him long technically we had only been friends for a day even though I had known him for the past couple of them.

Besides I' m a ghost, it’s not like anything could ever happen between us, could it?

Notes

I know this story isn't written brilliantly, but in my defense it was written almost 4 years ago and I am just copying it over from the original document. I think when I have all the chapters up I might possibly re-write this.

Thanks to anyone who is reading this!