Ghost

One

Sixth grade:
There were two new students at Ravenwood junior high. James and Caspar.
James was a small boy with curly, sandy hair and green gray eyes. He had feckles dusted lightly across his cheeks and shoulders. He liked snakes and dogs. He hated cats.
Caspar was a chubby boy with dark hair and copper eyes. He was pale and plain. He liked cats and dogs. He cried if a snake came near him.
One day, Casper was sitting by the fence at recess. He had scrapes all over his face a black eye. He was almost crying and he was alone.
He was alone until James came.
"Hey. Are you okay?" James asked, gently touching Caspar's shoulder.
"I'm just sad." Caspar answered, keeping his head down.
"Look at me."
"Why?"
"Because you're hurt. You need to clean that up. I can help."
"No it's fine. It's just a few scrapes."
"Caspar. Stand up."
Caspar stood and James reached for his hand. He pulled him into the washroom and carefully cleaned the scrapes and the black eye.
"So, you wanna tell me what the hell happened?" James asked, gently dabbing around Caspar's eye and throwing out the disinfectant wipe. He looked into Caspar's eyes.
"Parents? Students? Teacher? Who? What?" James pried, carefully holding Caspar's face up.
"My parents. They hate me." Caspar said. He looked at James. "It's fine. I'm sorry. I have to go. Class starts soon."
He removed James' hand from his face, smiled and left.
James stayed in the bathroom for several more minutes, staring at his hands thinking about  Caspar.
What kind of parent would do that to their child? Why didn't the teachers say anything?
James stared at his hands and closed them tight. He swore  he would protect Caspar. He needed to be there for him. He needed him.
The bell rang and he ran for class.
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One week had passed since the bathroom incident and Caspar's injuries had mostly faded. His eye was still slightly discolored and puffy, but everything else was virtually gone.
James would often catch Caspar looking at him from across the hall and Caspar would often catch James looking at him for a moment longer than usual. It was all very odd for the boys. Why did they long to be so close? Why did the ache for each other? Was this the ache that most boys felt for the girls? Did they just want to be friends really bad? They had no idea, so they decided to talk more. Obviously they didn't sit down and go "Hello. I long for you and I am very confused as to what that means. We definitely need to talk more often! See you at lunch!"
But they didn't need to. They knew they needed each other. They felt it in their souls and in their hearts. So, they went to each other.
"James! James wait up!" Caspar yelled, running across the field to James, who was walking to the lonely bench on the edge of the property line.
"Damn you walk fast!" He exclaimed once he'd caught up to James.
"Are you alright? You're breathing really hard." James asked, putting his hand on Caspar's back and sitting him down at the table.
"I, uh, asthma." He gasped, reaching for his inhaler.
James nervously rolled his hands and watched Caspar clear his throat and tuck his inhaler away.
"Stop with the hands. My mom does it when my dad- I, uh, just... it makes me nervous." Caspar said, smiling apologetically. James nodded and tucked his hands in his pockets and sat down by Caspar.
"So," he said, "tell me about yourself."
And from that day forth, they were inseparable.

A.n
Thank you to anyone that actually read this far! I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but we'll see. Um... ya. I'll try to update tomorrow and I'll probably be working on the next chapter through out the day. Anyways, thank you! ~ Cassius

A.N pt 2- Sorry about the spelling errors and slow start lol. I was high when I started this and I???? Idk anyways, lol