Chapter 2-Morning News

*Annie's POV*

When I was a kid I never saw the point in sleep, it was just a waste of time as far as I was concerned. But now, now I can't actually do it; I see more point to it than ever. It doesn't waste time, it uses it. I now have far too much time, 24 hours a day, 168 hours a week; god knows how many are in a year! Well...god or Google. But the point is, being a ghost, there isn't really a great deal to do, especially at night. There are only so many DVDs you can watch, only so many books you can read, only so many times you can build a card tower or circuit of dominos. It’s one thing only I have the problem of, George and Mitchell, they both sleep, eat, drink, they can both interact with other people. Mitchell keeps telling me I need to try, I do try but have you ever tried to go to sleep? When you are wide awake, even if you try very hard it's almost impossible to go to sleep, especially if you are a ghost therefore it physically is not possible anyway. I watch them sometimes, just to pass the time; I know that sounds creepy...it is rather creepy, but then I am a ghost; creepy is sort of in the job description. But it’s interesting, to watch someone sleep. Everyone is different; some sleep on their side, some there back, some their front, some snore, some talk, some thrash around and some are as silent and still as the grave. George is a side sleeper, rolling from left to right a lot. He snores and talks a lot in his sleep...sometimes in more than one of the many languages he speaks. Mitchell on the other hand, he just lies there, on his back, completely still most of the time. His face shows his dreams though; it's always got that look on it, the look of fear, the look of nightmares. I don't know what goes on in his dreams but when he is not lying stone still he is tossing and turning like crazy. It's how I tell when something is wrong...like badly wrong. He only thrashes around when something is badly wrong; his face always has the look though...it almost makes me glad I don't sleep...for if I did, would I be trapped in some world of nightmares like Mitchell? So I suppose it has some good points, I know when something is up with Mitchell...I know that right now, something is up with Mitchell.

"Morning," I say as Mitchell enters the kitchen,

"Morning." He says, his voice heavy with sleep. "Any of these coffee?" He asks looking at the array of cups on the table. "Umm the blue one." I say pointing it out from amongst the crowd. "Thanks." He mutters as he picks it up and wraps his hands around it. "It's bloody freezing in here." He mutters as he seems to try and draw all warmth from the cup.

"It's always freezing from me." I mutter but I don't think he hears. He sits himself on the surfaces as he waits for some bread to toast, "Mitchell?"

"Umm" He mumbles as he butters the toast.

"You would tell me if anything was wrong, wouldn't you?" I say, staring into the depths of a cup of tea that has long gone cold. He takes a bite out of the toast, "Sure, Why?" He asks as he chews. "George's alarm doesn't go off for another 20 minutes." I say looking up at him, "Right...and what's that got to do with anything?" He asks, putting the toast between his teeth. "So, he won't be down for about half an hour." I say, trying to hint to him to tell what's going on. "Right...umm...Annie...I mean, no offence or anything...but...you’re a ghost." He says, giving me an odd look,

"What does that have to do with anything?" I ask, now wearing a similar confused look to his. "Well...you know...I mean I...it just wouldn't work," He says, "I mean, not that I don't like you, but...vampire, ghost...it just..." he trails off and suddenly it dawns on me,

"Oh god, no not that! No I meant talk to me! Talk to me not...no!" I cry flustered.

"Oh, right, good, thank god. I mean not that I...I mean not that I wouldn't...I mean...yeh." He stutters before quickly burying himself in his mug. There is an awkward minutes silence as we both gaze into the depths of tea mugs and then suddenly, I start laughing. I don’t know why and I can’t stop. “What?” He asks innocently but it just makes me laugh more. “What?” He says, a smile beginning to form on his own face. Soon we are both laughing, for no reason whatsoever. “Ugh what have I missed?” George asks, rubbing his eyes wearily as he enters the kitchen. We both take one look at George, and burst out laughing even harder.

“What? What is it?” George whines, looking down at himself to try and work out what we are laughing at. “N-nothing, come on mate, we better be off.” Mitchell says, jumping down of the kitchen surfaces and hitting George on the back causing him to choke slightly on tea. “Oi!” George calls after Mitchell who pulls on his leather jacket and sunglasses and darts out of the door. George just sighs before downing his tea at lightning speed. I have finally managed to stop laughing but I can’t wipe the smirk off my face. George turns back to me just before he leaves the kitchen, an odd look on his face as he looks back towards the tea cup he was drinking for. For a moment I think he is about to say something but instead he shakes his head and turns around. He jumps and lets out a little shriek as he sees Mitchell stood there, inches from his face, and just like that, I’m off again. Mitchell smirks as George tries to regain his dignity, “Car won’t start, damn cold probably. We will have to walk.” Mitchell says, throwing George his coat which he fails to catch as it hits him in the face. Mitchell smirks again as George pulls the coat angrily for his face and quickly leaves the room. Mitchell flashes me a smile before following George out. I smile to myself for a moment until I hear the front door slam; great, what to do now?

*Mitchell’s POV*

"I'm sure that environment thing said Global Warming! Not globe freezing!" I moan to George as we leave for work. "Actually it's more Climate Change than Globe Warming, so it can get as cold as it likes." George says.

"Yeh, not if I get my hands on it." I mutter stuffing my hands in my pockets.

"You can't get your hands on Climate Change Mitchell." George says and I let out an exasperated sigh. "Let's just get out of the cold shall we?" I say.

"I don't get it, how can you even feel cold? Technically, you’re dead." George says giving me that look of his...I honestly can't think of any other way to describe it than The George Questioning Look...It's not just any questioning look, it's George. "Ugh thanks, and I don't know, I can feel pain and stuff, so I can feel cold. I don't understand it." I say, not paying full attention to what I am saying. The street beneath my feet is dusted in a thin white that is slowly being worn down to slush. I stuff my hands deeper into my pockets, trying to bury them from the cold. “Mitchell.” George says.

“Yeh?” I ask before I notice George has stopped walking. “What?”

“It’s her.” He says, a look of shock and pain on his face.

“Who?” I ask, looking around us, trying to see ‘her’

“Kate, no, it can’t.” He whispers, my head is spinning like a bloody owl but I don’t see who George is on about. I look back to him and then, then I see. We are stood next to a TV shop; the TV’s lining the window showing the morning news. The reporter is talking about a murder by the sounds of it. “The victim is believed to be 23 year old Kate Miller.” The man says and I can see George shaking, “Did you know her?” I ask, slowly moving towards him.

“K-Know her? Mitchell, I knew her more than anyone.” He says, slowly turning to look at me, “Kate Miller, my ex.”    

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Hi...So sorry about not updating in a while, i was on holiday....sorry....lol but anyway, so i started changing pov's as i...well i just felt like it. The bit with Annie was rather random...but then George! (Please could someone remind me if George just had a girlfriend, fincee or was married before he ran away...i have forgotten) i hope u liked this chapter! Please do vote and comment! What do you think happened to George's ex? Thanks so much for reading! Your all amazing! :)

                                                                 HazelJ :)