ONE DANCE
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Kyle's POV
This girl. I'm suppose to scare her as a ghost but she's making it harder for me everyday. I just can't do it. She's just too....innocent I guess.
"Chelsea." I whisper the name.
"I love you Kyle."
"Your laugh and those words, they're still stuck in my mind." I sigh.
Mia isn't the one I'm suppose to kill. It's you.
Mia's POV
"Snap. I forgot to edit that last part." I say to myself.
I get frustrated with the process of editing the book and decide to take a break.
I go into the living room and flop down on the chair.
"Tired already?"
"Yeah." I respond.
I've been living in this house long enough to recognize Kyle's voice whenever he speaks to me.
"Do you have anything else to do?" He asks.
"No." I answer and close my eyes.
"Then help me find something."
It sounds like he's closer to me than he was before and when I open my eyes his face is just inches away from mine.
"Ah!" I scream and push him away. "What's wrong with you!?" I ask in a panic.
I could feel my cheeks burning up and I hang my head while trying to calm myself down. I'm not used to having someone like him so close to me like that. Not because he's a ghost but because of how handsome he is. I didn't want to accept it but the night I told him about what happened to me and my mother was the same night I started to look at him in a different way. The way he cared for me and the way he calmed me down. He's not as scary as I thought he was.
"Are you sick?" He asks and I feel my chin being lifted.
I freeze for a moment as I stare into his eyes while he scans my face.
"Your cheeks are red Mia. Which one is it? Are you sick or -" He pauses for a second and whispers into my ear.
"Are you blushing?"
"Kyle!" I yell and push him away.
He laughs hysterically and pretends to wipe a tear away from his eye. It's at that moment that I notice his feet. He actually has feet.
The first time I met him he didn't have feet.
"Kyle? Your feet." I say and point at them.
He stops laughing and actually becomes a bit serious.
"Oh yeah. You don't know, do you? I can choose to have legs or not. The day we met I chose not to have legs just to make things a little spooky for you."
I'm fascinated by this and I take a good look at him from head to toe. He flies over to me at such a speed that I didn't notice. He uses his finger to lift my head up and squints his eyes at me.
"My eyes are up here lady." He says and let's go of me.
"Sorry." I whisper and go back to what he said earlier.
"What did you need me to help you find?"
"Yeah, you'll see it when I show you. Just follow me." He says and disappears into the wall.
I stand in the hallway and speak to him.
"Kyle."
"Yeah?"
"I can't pass through things remember?"
"Oh yeah." He says and his hand pops through the ceiling board.
"Come on." He says and I take his hand.
The board wasn't that high up so I could reach him.
"What are you-" I start but before I finish my statement he yanks me and I close my eyes as I brace for impact against the ceiling board.
"How are you going to help me find something when your eyes are closed?" I hear and open my eyes.
I'm in another room. It's a room I've never been in before. An attic maybe?
"How did you-"
"As a ghost I have the ability to make you pass through things as well." He says without looking at me.
"Does that mean you can also make me float."
"Yep." He says and pops the 'p'.
"The attic?" I ask.
"Yeah, come on." He says and starts moving through the dimly lit attic.
"What exactly are you looking for?" I ask as I try not to fall over the many boxes in the room.
I feel a little uncomfortable being in here mainly because the floor boards are really shaky and there are a lot of cobwebs around.
"Come over here."
He leads me to a blue box that was partially opened. At the side of the box is a writing.
"Forget." I read out.
"Ignore that. I just need you to get something from that box. There's a white speaker in there. Help me find it."
"Okay."
I open the box and start going through the things in there. There are a lot of pictures, cards and books. I keep digging through the pile of things and come across one picture that catches my eye.
I slightly lift it and see a name neatly written in cursive at the bottom.
Chelsea.
When I flip the image, I see a girl I don't know and Kyle. In the photo they're kissing. I don't know why but I quickly shove it back into the box and continue looking for the speaker. That girl. That must be Chelsea. His girlfriend maybe. I eventually find the speaker and call out to him in a low voice.
"I found it."
"Perfect. Come on, let's get out of here." He says and as I take a step forward, the floor board creeks and the next minute something breaks and I find myself falling.
"Ah!" I scream out.
I get ready to hit the ground below but I don't.
"Are you okay?" I hear from below me and slowly open my eyes.
I see a few boxes on the ground beneath me and I'm right on top of Kyle.
I look at him as we hover over the boxes. His arms are wrapped around my waist firmly and he smiles at me.
"It's alright." He says and slowly sets me down.
As he let's go of me I feel like a hand just squeezed my heart. It hurts.
"Thank you." I say and put a hand to my chest to calm my heart.
"You're wel-" He stops mid sentence.
"You're hurt." He flies over to me and points to my right cheek.
I touch it lightly with my finger and find blood. I got cut.
"You're right." I say and look at him.
He stares at me for a few seconds then grabs my shoulders and pushes me to the kitchen.
"Sit down." He says and I do just that.
He leaves the room for a minute and comes back with some cotton wool, methylated spirit and a plaster.
"Don't move." He says and starts tending to the wound.
When he applies the methylated spirit, I feel a small sting and move my head back a little.
"I told you not to move." He smiles.
"It hurts." I respond.
"I know, that's why I'm being careful."
His touch is very gentle and in no time he places the plaster over the cut and moves away.
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