Playing with Fire || Kit Walker - Completed

Chapter 1 - Misunderstood

September 9, 1964

Outskirts of Boston, Massachusetts

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~ Irina's P.O.V ~

        I lay on my stomach sprawled out across my single sized bed with green sheets and pilowcases and a tie-dye duvet. The shades were closed and the lights were off, all except for a string of colored lights surrounded the crevice between my walls and the ceiling and two small white candles on my light wooden dresser. My dresser was on the opposite side of the room as my bed and small nightstand with a tall bookshelf right next to the dresser. On the wall situated in between the two opposing walls was a small desk with band posters plastered against the wall - The Beatles, The Beach Boys, The Rolling Stones...the list could go on. Pictures of flowers and peace signs also adorned the walls.

        I flipped through a magazine smoking a cigarette as The Rolling Stones played softly in the background. I wanted to smoke a joint as it calmed the visions and voices of the spirits but i knew that my parents would be coming up at any moment.

        I heard a knock and presumed that it was at the door, putting out my cigarette in the ashtray lost between the sheets, shoving it under my bed. The person knocked again and I realized that the knock was not coming from the door, but the window. I peered between the blinds and saw a familiar face staring back at me with a winning smile. I drew up the shades and unlocked the window as he crawled through.

        "You couldn't have just used the front, Nick?" I asked exasperated as he slid onto my bed in a tangled mess as I shut the window once his feet were through.

         "Nah, I didn't want your parents asking questions," he smiled leaning in to kiss me. I kissed him half heartedly.

        "What's the matter, Irina?" he asked, a flicker of worry crossing his face.

        Nick lived directly across the street from me. Mr. Crocetti, his father, was a lawyer and Mrs. Crocetti, his mother,  was a stay at home mom. He also lived with his  younger brother Vinny, and his younger sister, Carmela. They were the typical Italian American family and Nick and I had been friends since we were babies, as he was only two months older than me. Despite everyone - even my own sister who was there the first time that I had seen ghosts - Nick believed me and never left my side. He was the only friend I had. I tried to keep my psychic "gift" a secret, but before I knew it everyone knew and I was shunned for it all except for Nick and one girl named Shana at school. That was it. That was all that I had.

        "I just...."  I trailed off.

        "What is it, Irina? You can tell me," Nick casually slung his arm around me. I stared up into his face, his straight dark brown hair gelled up in the front, his perfect olive skin complimenting his warm brown eyes, large nose, full lips, and angular face. He was tall and thin, his baggy clothes making him look awkward but he was in fact attractive and not as thin as he appeared.

        "I...I probably shouldn't."

        "Why not?"

         I took a deep breath and blurted everything out. "Nick, you're the only friend I've ever had and I'm really scared that what we did is gonna mess us up.

        He looked down, shocked. "What we did...meant nothing?"

        "No, Nick, it did. If I didn't have anyone else, I'd say let's go for it, but I don't. Things will change if we get together."