Okay, before I start off this chapter I'd just like to say one thing. This book is sad. I'm sure you've noticed, and it is intended to be sad. Now, if you don't like sad stories, I'm just going to tell you now-you do not have to read this book. No matter if you know me in real life, or if you don't, if you don't want to read one of my books or you don't like it, please don't read it. I have a much happier story that I plan to outline and write to upload here after this story is completed, and you can read that if you wish.

Another thing; I upload when I wish to upload. If you think I update too slow, or too fast, it really doesn't matter because this is my story, and I plan to update when I wish to update it. Please don't yell for sooner updates, or complain that I'm annoying you with updates. You don't have to read it. Thank you guys, and I really do hope you're enjoying this story.

Ghost blinked his eyes open, grunting as he slowly woke up. He glanced around, becoming more aware of his surroundings-and more importantly, more aware of the arms wrapped around him.

He remembered everything that had happened last night, but he had honestly thought Toast would have left after a while. Though, here he was, lying behind Ghost with his arms wrapped tightly around his waist, fast asleep.

Ghost contemplated waking him, wondering if he should or not, as his thoughts began to drift to other things. He thought about everything that had happened yesterday-and everything that had happened in the last five months altogether. So much had happened, and the months seemed to all blur together. It seemed to have passed by quickly, but slowly all at the same time.

Ghost couldn't help it as his thoughts drifted back to when Toast had been drunk, and the things he had said. Mostly when he had said it back to him, told him that he loved Ghost. He knew it was certainly not in the same way Ghost loved him; how could it be? Toast had only ever loved Trudy, and she was a girl. He wouldn't fall for a guy, and much less his friend and partner Johnny Ghost.

There wasn't much there to love, Ghost thought. He was a boring guy who worked a really crappy job and couldn't get over someone who was already in a relationship. Then Toast showed up at his doorstep, heartbroken and crying, and things had changed completely. Still though, Ghost knew he was still boring, and not very lovable.

A tired mumble brought Ghost away from his sad thoughts, and he froze, looking back at Toast. He was not awake, like Ghost had originally thought, but rather was mumbling things in his sleep, looking distressed.

Toast mumbled something else, and he sounded absolutely terrified. He must be having a nightmare, Ghost thought, though he was unsure of what he should do.

Toast mumbled something else, pulling Ghost even closer to him, which made him blush, while Toast faced him with fear on his features.

Ghost was just about to try and wake him, when Toast finally screamed.

"I love you!" He shouted, Ghost's eyes widening in surprise at him. Toast's own eyes shot open, jumping away from Ghost and letting go of him.

Immediately, Ghost missed the feelings of Toast's arms wrapped around him, but that was soon forgotten as Toast wiped at his eyes, muttering an apology to Ghost.

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to jump like that. I didn't wake you, did I?" He questioned, trying to put on a smile to mask the tear Ghost had seen him wipe away.

"You didn't.. What's wrong, Johnny? Don't pretend it's nothing.. You can talk to me." Ghost frowned, looking at Toast, who knew he wouldn't be able to get out of answering him.

"It was just.. A nightmare. That's all." Toast muttered, then offered a small smile to Ghost. "But really, I'm okay. Just a bad dream is all."

Ghost frowned deeper, but only gave a nod in reply, deciding it was best not to question him more about it.

"Oh, uh.. S-sorry if it was weird of me to stay in here with you, sir. I just.. Didn't want to just leave you after you'd fallen asleep, I was worried." Toast said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

"That's alright. I.. Honestly got more sleep last night than I have in a while." Ghost smiled a tiny bit, then blushed, glancing away from him. "We should probably uh, get up and ready for the day.." He laughed awkwardly, and Toast nodded with a small blush himself.

The two got out of the bed, Toast going to his own room to get dressed, and the two went about their day as usual.

Although Ghost was curious who Toast had been dreaming about, he didn't think too much on it, and he didn't question Toast further.

Though, later that day, Ghost thought that he was about to get his answer.

"Sir, I've uh.. I've honestly been thinking about my dream all day long.." Toast told him. Ghost had just been about to head to bed, but Toast had stopped him before he could. Ghost stared intently up at Toast, wondering where this would be going.

"My.. Nightmare, it was.. About you, sir. I'm the dream, something horrible happened to you, and.. Well, it's made me realize something."

Ghost's eyes widened. In his dream, just before he had woken up.. What he had shouted.. Could he possibly be about to tell Ghost that he..

"I've realized that, in just a small moment, someone that you.. You really care for, can be quickly taken from you. Which is why, you should always be sure to make sure that they know how you feel about them, and I-" Toast cut himself off, staring at the ground. Ghost swallowed thickly as he waited for Toast to continue, wondering, and hoping that he was right about what Toast would say.

"Si-ah, Ghost. You.. Are honestly the best friend that I have ever had. And, I just want you to know that. That I really care for you, even if it's taken me years to finally talk to you again. You're such a great friend, Ghost, and I don't know what I would have done after Trudy if I hadn't have had you by my side.." Toast smiled a little, still looking at the ground. "I just wanted you to know that, because I know that especially with our work, one of us could be killed in just a moment, and I wouldn't have gotten the chance to say thank you. Thank you, for being by my side, Ghost."

Ghost said nothing, staring in shock straight ahead of him, unsure of what to do. Instead of speaking-if he had spoke he was sure the tears might come flooding-he simply pulled Toast into a hug, hiding his face in Toast's chest. Toast tightly hugged him back, his head resting on top of Ghost's as they hugged.

Great friend. Ghost thought. Friend.

That was all he was to Toast. Nothing more, only a friend. He couldn't help it as he felt his heart completely shatter in that moment, unsure of what he should do. After a while, he figured he should probably give a reply to Toast, before he noticed something wrong.

"Y-you're an amazing.. Friend too, Johnny." He managed to get out, one word ringing in his head, over and over again and making him want to curl into a ball and disappear right now.

Friend, friend, friend. He thought. Only ever be a good friend.

He knew he was probably being selfish. At least he was able to still be friends with him, right? So why did it feel so awful? Why was he so bothered? It's much better than when they weren't talking!

Or.. Is it..? It is really better? At least when we weren't talking, I didn't have to face him every day.. I didn't have to think about him all the time... He thought.

Ghost felt Toast pull away from the hug, and he quickly steadied himself, clearing his thoughts and plastering a smile on his face for Toast. "We-well, now that you've finally told me, I think we should both get a little rest.." He said, and Toast nodded, agreeing.

"You're right. It's been a pretty long day, huh?" He asked, and Ghost mentally sighed.

"Yeah.." He said, giving a tiny yawn. Toast smiled softly at him.

"I'll let you get to bed, then." He told him, bending down to give Ghost a small sweet kiss on the forehead, making Ghost blush. "Goodnight, sir."

"G-goodnight Johnny." He replied, waving at him as he quickly ran into his room, slamming the door shut, and leaning against it tiredly. Slowly, he slid down it, unable to keep himself up anymore as tears began to form, falling from his eyes one by one.

He slowly dragged himself over to his bed, pulling the blankets over him and curling into a ball as he wept, unable to stop the few choked sobs that came.

A flashback of him, sixteen years old as Toast had just gotten his new girlfriend, curled up in the same way, crying just like he was now. How long would it take for him to get over Toast? It's been nearly nine years, yet he still has been unable to do anything to forget his feelings.

Maybe he never would. Maybe he would go on living with Toast, tortured every day having to see the one he loved who only thought of him as a friend, Toast always being oblivious and not ever realizing the pain Ghost was in.

Or maybe he would realize. Maybe he would be disgusted with Ghost, and he'd run far far away from him and never come back, and torture Ghost even more knowing he was just a stupid weirdo who fell in love with another boy, and that Toast wouldn't even be his friend anymore. Maybe Toast would hate him.

All night, these were the thoughts that floated around his head, until he finally cried himself to sleep, unable to keep his eyes open any longer.

He wasn't prepared to face the day tomorrow. He wasn't prepared for anything to come after that, but for now, he simply slept.

I warned you. And it only gets more sad along the way... So be prepared, I have a plan to torture you all.

I've actually managed to outline about 5 chapters ahead of this, and I plan on working on it some more tomorrow, so hopefully I'll have the full outline done so I can just focus on writing the chapters and putting them out, and then I can begin an outline for my next book I plan to write. (A much more cheerful story)

Anyways, I hope you maybe somehow enjoyed this chapter? Bye!-Bob