Must Haunt The Playboy [Editing]

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Idiot.

Douche bag.

Dumbass.

Jer---

'Will you stop hovering!' His irritated voice snapped me out of my daze.

I glanced behind me, looking for who the idiot was yelling at.

There was no one else in the room.

I closed my eyes and rubbed them furiously. There was still no one in the room.

'You can see me?'

'No, I'm talking to the other stalker ghost behind you,' he muttered.

'You can see me!' I screamed. 'Sweet heavens! He can see me!'

'I think we've already established that, baby doll.'

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Four little words.

Very simple words that changed my existence and gave me hope for the first time in over two hundred years.

Someone could see me! He could see me!

Now, I just have to figure out a way to convince the biggest jerk I know to help me lift a two hundred year old curse.

Piece of cake.

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Author's note:

This is going to be a funny light hearted story about a sarcastic eighteen year old player and an equally sarcastic two hundred year old-seventeen year old ghost.

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