"Ha, ha. Realy funny, Emilee." She gave me a serous look, then busted out crying. "Hey, hey, hey, hey! Emilee, don't- don't cry. Its alright. Don't cry." I tried to think of something that would make her feel better. Then I thought of it! "'Don't worry, 'bout a thing, cuz every little thing, is gunna be alright! Don't wor-"
"But what about the big things Trayton?! Huh? This is a big thing, and Three Little Birds by Bob Marley is not going to solve it, because if you havn't notice, he said every LITTLE thing is going to be alright. Not every BIG and LITTLE thing!" She started crying even more, and was about to walk out of the room, but I stopped her and hugged her while she cried.
"Come into my room, and I'll prove to you that he is real! He visits me every night, just please! Help me, Trayton."
I thought about it for a moment. What if it was all a trick. What if she had a horrible plan to do to me because I had punched and slapped her? What if she was going to look at my moms house, ask about me as a little kid and then tewll all of the embarrasing moments to my new school next year? What if- Wait. What?! I asked myself, and menatly hit myself in the face. What does her telling my secrets to the school have to do with me going into her room? God, I'm a moron!
"Trayton? Are you listening?! Oh, God. Now I have a ghost, and a freaking mute." Emilee started crying again.
"Emilee?" I touched her chin with a finger and she looked up at me. "I'll help you." She smiled like a little girl who had just won a prize and then hugged me.
"Okay, well, I've read a book before, where there was this ghost, and then before he died, he did something bad, so, after he died, when he was a ghost, he couldn't go on, because he still had something to do, like something to fix." Trayton said.
"M- Wait. Do you read chickflicks, Trayton?! Omigod! You read The Nightworld series by L.J. Smith!" I laughed. I was feeling much better now. We were trying to find a way to make Dayton "go into the light" But so far, we really didn't have any good idea's.
He glared at me. "Don't say a word. This is between us, got it? If you tell, then I will tell your mom that you are seeing ghosts, and she'll commit you!" He gave me a long stare, and to break the silence, I said "what does commiting me mean?" He just started laughing his ass off.
"It means you mother will put you in a loony bin!" He stopped laughing and put on a serious face. "Okay. That might be an option... But..... What would he have to fix? I mean, he had a good life, with a beautiful best friend, and, well, he was a junkie...."
I gave him a sharp look. "Do not talk about that."
"Okay. It was just a joke, but okay. But there was really nothing wrong with his life. Unless you know something that I don't..."
Just then, I thought of something. "I know what he needs to fix. His- his mother." I nodded. "That was one thing that he really hated talking about, and he always said, that one day, he would help her." Yes, that was definatly it.
"Wait, wait, wait. What's wrong with her?" Trayton asked.
"She's a drug dealer, and a junkie." I told him. "Okay, now we're going into my room, and pretend to be asleep. Then when Dayton comes, we'll tell him all, and he will be so happy he'll agree to it immediantly." I nodded, got off of the bed, and ran to the door.
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The Emo, Or The Prep? *emo prep arranged marriage*Teen Fiction
The Emo Or The Prep? *Emo Prep Arranged Marriage* Emilee Morganstern has a good life. She has a big crush on her best friend, Dayton Robertson. The crush falls down when she meets her arranged marriage husband, Trayton Doss. Being with Trayton m...