Updated and Edited 06/05/2012
I awoke early the next day on the couch, with a knitted blanket draped over me. I didn't even remember falling asleep last night. I must have just dozed off. Well, it wasn't every day you met a cursed/ghost guy who needed your help.
I looked around the large living room that was decorated in a similar design to the Victorian house. I was lying on a huge, comfy sofa that was opposite to a purple velvet chaise lounge. In the centre was a large dark oak coffee table. The oak flooring was covered by a beautiful Persian rug. The whole room was filled with odd little knick-knacks, which both reflected and clashed with the décor.
Aunt Phylamina's personal taste – old fashioned with a hint of crazy.
I was wondering about last night. I couldn't see ghost guy – I mean Caleb – anywhere in the room. Maybe he disappeared again and I won't be able to see him anymore? Maybe it was some form of magic that only revealed itself on the full moon or something? But last night wasn't a full moon. Maybe it was all a dream? After all, I was fairly tired after my magical slumber party. Except there was no slumber, which probably fuelled my wild imagination amplifying it, creating an imaginary person. That or it could have been a hallucination.
Could you even get hallucinations from drinking too much Stimulating Draught?
A part of me was sad that Caleb was a dream. We had talked a lot last night, or at least I think we did? He was becoming a bit of a friend. Actually, I wouldn't know, since I've never really had any friends.
I got up off the couch and walked towards the kitchen. I needed caffeine, but I would stay away from any of Phyllie’s crazy potions.
Coffee it was then.
I walked over to the fridge, opened it and got some milk out. As I turned, I came face to face with an extraordinary sight.
“AAAARRRGGGHHH!” I screamed, dropping the jug of milk in my hands, causing it crash to the floor and completely soaking my jeans. There in front of me was none other than Caleb. He was holding a large mug in one hand and the coffee pot in the other.
“Is something wrong?” He asked, looking worried. I had my hand on my heart and could feel the frantic beats as my breathing began to go back to normal.
“You scared me!” I accused. His face smoothed out and now it held a little smirk and his eyes were shining with amusement.
“I thought you had gotten used to me. I mean, I know I have not been noticed in over 100 years but I did not think that I was that horrifying to look at in the mornings. That's twice you've screamed at me now. If I was any less of a man, my ego would be severely bruised.”
He was now smiling widely at my frown. I had forgotten I had screamed at him in front of my history class.
'Well, school's going to be a hell of a lot interesting,' I thought wryly.
“I thought you might like some coffee. I have noticed that you drink an awful lot of this stuff in the mornings,” he said as he poured me some in the mug in his other hand. He put the coffee pot down and added a spoonful of sugar and then mixed the coffee with the spoon. He held it out for me and I reluctantly took it.
“Trust my invisible stalker to know how I like my coffee,” I mumbled to myself. I heard him chuckle and looked back at him.
“You forget, I'm not all that invisible now. Well, to you at least.”
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