You had just moved into this big house about a week ago, and you already wanted to leave. You're just a simple college student, broke and jumping on the opportunity for free things whenever you could get your hands on them. One of your mom's friends said something about the "old house where that one guy used to live" being free to live in. As soon as you heard, you dragged all of your stuff to the place and unpacked in the same day. It was a nice place, a little bit big for just one person, but you could live with it. Your mom and dad came in, helping you clean and move everything, stuffing your cabinets full of food and giving you a t.v. that they didn't have any use for. You stole a few pots and pans, much to their annoyance, but what could they do? You kept a death grip on the kitchenware. You were excited to take on the house, and went to your new bedroom to take a nap in.
Your room felt unnaturally cold, but you just shrugged. You just figured it was a draft, so you changed your clothes into shorts and a shirt and hopped onto your bed. Snuggling under the blankets, you closed your eyes, ready to sleep. You had just started drifting off, when you heard something hit the floor. Sitting up in your bed, you looked around you. In the corner of your room, a small object laid on the ground. Curiosity getting the better of you, you stood up, going to investigate. Upon getting closer, you noticed that the object was a vape box. Your eyebrows furrowed, questioning why it was there. "I don't vape." you mutter skeptically. "Yeah, but I do." a voice responded. You shrieked at the unkown voice, dropping the vape. It fell on your foot, to which you responded by trying to rub the pain away, causing you to fall on your butt. You looked around, shaken by the random voice in the room. "Who's there?!" you called out. "Chill dude, I'm not gonna hurt ya." the voice said again. It didn't have a body, which didn't help your situtation anymore. The vape that you had dropped had begun to rise from the ground. You stared at it as it rose, your mouth hanging open.
The vape stopped for a second, then a large cloud of smoke came from nowhere. When the smoke had evaporated, a figure stood in its place. You cocked your head, raising an eyebrow. The figure, man, stood infront of you, staring at you on the ground. "You gonna get up bro, or do I need to like, help you?" he said. "Oh! Uhm... Just give me a second." You said, not taking your eyes off of the figure. You grabbed onto your dresser, lifting yourself up. Even standing up, the man looked taller than you. You got a good look at his face at this angle. He had platinum hair, being held back by a thin black hair band. His face had a few moles on it, the most distinct one above his lip. He was wearing a black button up shirt with what looked like a skeleton pattern on it. He work black jeans, and a pair of boots with a gold chain on them. He intrigued you, but you still wondered what in the hell he was and why in the hell was he at your house.
"Who are you?" you questioned, looking him in the eyes. "My name's John. I live here. Well, I used to live here. Then I sort of died. So now I'm just stuck here for whatever reason." 'John' said. "So, you're like a poltergeist?" you asked. John looked at you like you were dumb. "Well, no. I'm just a plain old ghost. I just told you." he said. "Well geez, I'm sorry. I'm not used to living in the same space with a dead guy." you snapped back. "Fair enough." he shrugged. "Well, I introduced me. So, normal protocol is you introduce you." John stated. You suddenly remembered you even had a name. "My name is (F/N) (L/N). I just moved here." you said. "Yeah, I know you just moved here. I just came to scope out the newbie." John replied. You just rolled your eyes. You had only known this thing for like, 10 minutes and he's already pissed you off. You just scoffed at his attitude, moving around him to go back to the comfort of your bed. Laying down, you covered your head, hoping that maybe you were just dreaming. After a few moments, you pulled the blankets from your head, staring up at your ceiling. Except, you couldn't see the ceiling, as John had blocked your view. He floated above you, staring at you. You sighed. It wasn't a dream after all.
"What?" you asked him. He just shrugged, staying in place. "You're the first person to move here who didn't just scream and run." he answered. "Well, yeah, I'm broke and I get to live here for free. This place could be full of dead bodies and I'd just ignore it.... You're body isn't still here, is it?" you asked. He chuckled, his facial expression finally changing from the stale look he originally had. "Nah, I didn't even die in the house. I died out in the yard." he explained. You looked down in thought. Sitting up in your bed, he moved down to sit near you. You leaned on the backboard, staring at him. A million questions ran through your mind, but you didn't know if it would be offensive to ask them or not. "You can ask questions if you'd like. I know it's kind of weird." he said. "So, how exactly DID you die?" you asked. "I appreciate the straight forwardness. Well, let's see. I was walking up to my house after getting out of the car. Next thing I know I hear tires screeching and then I died. I've only heard bits and pieces of what happened, but the guy was trying to swerve to avoid hitting another car and lost control. It was better just one person rather than a group of people." he replied, looking at his hands. You had heard from the news that there was a car accident that happened down the road from your house. You just didn't know that it was this house. You looked down, muttering an apology. John just shrugged again.
"So... is that the outfit that you died in? Is it like whatever outfit you die in is the outfit that you wear forever?" you inquired, trying to lighten the mood. The ghost just smiled, laughing a bit. "Yeah, kinda. Though, I have seen some ghosts who also look exactly how they died. Luckily, you can't see my insides, but you can see this." he said, pulling up his shirt. Road burns and bruises covered his torso. You looked, thinking that it wasn't that bad. "It wasn't so much the outside as it was the inside. My ribs punctured my organs. It didn't hurt though, so it was quick." he told you. You just looked at him. He seemed so nonchalant about the dying thing, but you could see it wasn't ideal. You looked away, and he fixed his shirt. You don't know why, but John just seemed like a guy who you felt comfortable being around. 'What's so bad about ghosts anyway?' you thought to yourself. John as dissipated, telling you that he was off to let you get some rest. You layed back down and closed your eyes, not knowing just how much torture the next week was going to be.
Day 1: Waking up the next morning, you found all of your clothes strewn across the bed. Apparently your little conversation with John didn't resolve anything, and he was going to make sure you knew it. You grumbled, picking up all of the clothes and putting them back onto hangers, placing them back into your closet. Afterwards, you went into the bathroom to take a shower and brush your teeth. You thought about John, wondering why he pulled the little stunt this morning. As your washed your hair, you felt the water begin to heat up. You brushed it off, just thinking it was the old pipes. The curtains on your shower got ripped open, and a familiar ghost stood before you. "I can see your butt~" you heard his voice sing. You gasped, grabbing the curtain and covering yourself with it. Your face turned red, and you stared at the apparition infront of you. "John!" you shrieked. He cackled, disappearing again. You were fuming, pulling the curtain closed again. As you stepped into the stream of the water, you shrieked again, getting burned by the water. You heard a loud laugh in response. After the shower ordeal, you stepped out, putting on some house clothes. You stepped back into your room to grab your phone, only to be surprised that the clothes that your had just hung up were strewn across the room again. You sighed angrily, fixing your clothes once again before grabbing your phone and leaving. You stepped into the kitchen, only to find that the boxes of food you had were now stacked in a tower on the floor. You fixed them, shoving them angrily back into your cupboard. You grabbed some cereal, a bowl, and milk, fixing yourself breakfast. John appeared next to you, leaning on the counter. "Aw man, that's prolly what I miss most. Especially like hot foods and stuff, like wings and jalapeño pizza." he told you. You just ignored him, already agitated at his behavior this morning. You scrolled on your phone, eating your cereal. John pouted behind you, crossing his arms. "Y'know, (Y/N), it's rude to ignore the person whose house you're living in." he stated matter-of-factly. You turned your phone off and turned to him. "It's not polite to throw someone's belongings across the room." you told him. He smirked and rolled his eyes, strutting across the room. "It's just cause I like ya so much." he said, a fake sweet tone to his voice. You stared after him, shaking your head at his fading figure.
Day 2: You woke up and surprisingly none of your shit was slung across your bedroom. It seemed a little suspicious, but you just ignored it. You stayed in your pajamas, not really feeling like doing anything. You shuffled down the stairs and sat on your couch, sinking into the soft cushions. Staring into nothingness, you just enjoyed the silence. Well, until a loud rap song started playing throughout the house. You whipped around on the couch, staring at John who had your phone in his hand, playing some sort of rapper on youtube. You groaned, throwing your head back onto the couch. You were in for a rough time, but you ignored it, opting to just sleep all day.
Day 3: It was an uneventful day. You went out to grab some things for your home, and when you returned, John was hanging around you, whining about how much he missed you. "John I was gone for 3 hours." you said aggravatedly. John pouted playfully. "You're the only human interaction I've had in 3 years." he retaliated. You rolled your eyes. For someone who used to hate you, he really hated not being around you. You tried to figure out why you stayed, but it was probably just wanting to stay at the house. But something inside of your mind told you differently. Brushing it off, you asked John if he could help with decorations.
Day 4: You continued to decorate. Today, you were going to repaint your bedroom and actually get a matching bedroom suite, as opposed to the bright pink sheet and orange blanket you've owned for years. Instead of painting the whole room, you just decided to paint designs on the walls. John laid on your bed, his featherlight body not making a dent on the mattress. He stared at you, watching as you painted a mural on the bare wall. He couldn't help but watch your face, looking at your tongue poking from the corner of your mouth. You had paint smeared on your face, and a look of concentration set on your features. You didn't notice, which was for the better. John realized he was crushing on you.
Day 5: John wasn't around today. You wandered around the house, calling his name. A small frown etched its way onto your face, and you plopped down on your couch. It was so odd without the annoying ghost bothering you. You couldn't help but wonder why you were so upset he wasn't around. You missed his stupid, beautiful face and his soothing, rich voice. You snapped out of it, coming to a realization. You had a crush on John.
Day 6: John had woken you up that morning. He was shuffling around in your room, accidentally knocking stuff over. You jolted up, forgetting that he was, too, a resident here. "John?" you asked, the room still dark. A moment of silence passed, and you suspected that he wasn't actually there. "(Y/N)." came John's reply. You layed back down, not so worried about him anymore. You wanted to sleep off your feelings for him, so sleep all day you did. You didn't realize how upset John was, but he just brushed it off.
Day 7: And today was the day you were debating on leaving. You woke up to your room covered in flowers of all shapes and sizes. Next to your head on the pillow, a note with your name was written on it. Picking it up, you read over it.
'Come downstairs when you wake up.'
It read. You rubbed your eyes, standing up to walk down into the living room. Reaching the bottom of the steps, you saw John standing in the middle of the room. You raised your eyebrow, walking behind him. "John?" you said. He turned to look at you, jumping a bit. You stood infront if him, looking into his eyes. He couldn't look at you though, instead his eyes wandering. "John, look at me." you whispered. He cleared his throat, looking into your (e/c) eyes. "Look, (Y/N), I have something to tell you. I was kind of anxious about doing it, but I want to now." John said to you. You opened your mouth to say something, but he shook his head. "The day you moved in, I didn't know how I felt with someone being here. Ever since I died, no one wanted to move here because I was still here. The first day, I tried getting you to leave. I wanted you to leave, but you didn't. So you just kinda stayed and bothered me, and I thought about the way that you looked and the amazing personality you have, and I wanted to tell you that I want you to stay here and I want to..." he said, beginning to laugh at the nonsense he was making, "I want to date you, but it'd be strange to because I'm a ghost and you're a human and we can't even kiss because I can't touch you but I like you, like a lot, and I just wanted to tell you." John finished. He never looked at you through the whole speech. Finally, after a moment of silence, he did, getting taken aback by the look on your face. You were smiling so big that your cheeks began to hurts. Your cheeks were a shade of red that didn't seem humanly possible, and your eyes gleamed up at him. Even though he said it was impossible, you grabbed his face and pulled him down to meet your. You had expected your face to faze through his, but instead, your lips smashed together in sync. His eyes became wide, but soon they closed, and he pulled you closer against him. He swiped his tongue against your lip, pushing his way into your mouth. He could've gone on for forever, but you needed to move back to breathe. You looked up at him again, and he looked back. "You're beautiful." he whispered.
Yes, this week had been absolutely dreadful. You moved in, got stuck with a vaping ghost, and, to your surprise, fell in love. You thought about it as you laid in bed, John resting against your side. You wanted to leave at first, but you started to think that you might actually stay for a while.