*waves* Hi! Im John laurens, and im dead. Like, for real. I died in a fire, so ima ghost now. Life is pretty much the same, except no one can really see me. Which makes it fun because i love to mess with living humans, and haunt them. Honeslty being dead is amazing yet sad. Ya see, i thought when you died there would be a heaven or some shit like that. But noPe. Its actually just you in a ghost form, and its lonely. I have no one to talked to, and im always super bored-

*laughs*

DID YOU REALLY THINK IT WOULD BE LIKE THAT?? THIS IS NOT SOME PUNY INTERVIEW WITH A PURE KID TALKING ABOUT NON SENSE. LIFE AS A GHOST IS NOT LIKE THAT KID SAID.

Now, let me tell you the truth. From the very beginning...

       
     
                3rd persons POV

"Hey John! Come here!" Henry yelled from down stairs.

"Coming jfc..." John said groggy while emerging from a blanket pile. He squints his eyes from the intense brightness. "God is Jesus in here?" He said getting out of bed.

"John come on! Your gonne be late for school!" Henry yelled once more. "God. I hate school." John grumped while dragging himself to his closet to get dressed. He opened up the door, and pulled out some random black pants and blue shirt. He took off his pajamas and replaced it with what he took out from the closet. He put on his socks and shoes, and went into the bathroom. He looked at the mirror and gasped.

"I look fucking horrible." John mumbled and he attempted to brush his wild hair, but ended up breaking the dang brush again. "Screw it." John grabbed a hair tie and pulled his hair back into a low pony tail. He ran out of the bathroom, grabbed his phone and ear buds, along with his book bag, and rushed down stairs.

"Bout time! Now hurry and go! Your gon' miss the bus!" Henry said and john rolled his eyes. He hated that dumb bus. And the people on it. The bus pulled up to their house, john waved bye to his dad, and walked on out to the dreaded bus. The bus driver opened up the door thingy, and john walked up those little stairs and tried to find a spot to sit. Looking around, he saw that almost every seat was taken. Except for one spot.

There was a boy sitting there, he looked kinda short, and wore a dark green hoodie and ripped jeans. So john sat there. When he sat down, the boy sitting there turned his head towards him.

                         John's pov

He had blue eyes and ginger hair. His face was slightly freakled, and he looked so.....c u t e.....

"Um....hi im alexander." He said awkwardly smiling. "Im John laurens." I say back. "What grade are ya in? I haven't seen you around." I Ask him curiously.

"10th. And i ride this bus like, everyday. You haven't noticed?" He said cocking his head.

"Nope. Not at all." I say bluntly. "Oh." Was all he said.

*time skip*

The bus screeched to a stop. The bus driver opened up the door, and everyone got up. We all walked off, and that alex kid was already heading inside.

Dang he fast.

My day dragged on, and all i could think about was that dumb ginger haired boy. I mean, his face looked like it told a million stories, his eyes were blue mixed with violet, and his face was slightly freakled.

God dammit. I've fallen for a complete stranger.

When the bell ringed for lunch, we were dismissed. I gathered my stuff and headed on out. I walked into the dreaded cafeteria. I grabbed a sandwhich, and went to my table. Peggy was sick today, and her sisters stayed home to take care of her. So i was lonely today. I pushed my tray aside, and i took out my beloved drawing book. I never told anyone i liked to draw. My drawings are not easy to understand eathier. I draw with passion, and emotion. Some of my sketches are faces, or a wrist with a blade running across it with flowers growing out of the slits.  I've had depression before. I used drawing as a coping method. So my drawing book is pretty deep and weird. Some times you'll find a weird quote that i put next to my sketch. I often get lost in drawing, and I'll end up drawing something out of the blue without even knowing it.

And right now is a perfect example. I legit just sketched out that alex kid. I look at my work, and to be honest, im proud. I'll finish it later. I put my note book back. I love the feeling of drawing alone. So peaceful and calming. I look around, and i see that ginger haired boy sitting with 2 other boys. He was talking about something, and i was lost in thought.

I don't have a crush on him. I barely know him! Love at first sight doesn't exists. It takes time to get to know one another, and i know nothing about him.

Besides, im not gay. I can't be gay. What would others think? They would all make fun of me. Im supposed to like girls. Not boys.

Being gay would ruin my life. Everyone in my family would disapprove of me. Think im a outcast. A freak.

Im not gay, and that boy ain't cute.

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Ima make a part 2 to this if ya liked this oneshot. It took me like a week to do.

-Peace my dudes✌-