November 8, 2013

When I got home from school on a Friday, I got on my computer to work on a history project. We had to write about something that interested me. I was writing about all of the people that died in the houses. I knew that I could've just asked them, but I had to have sites from where I got my information. If I tell my teacher that they died in my essay, then tell him I asked them about it, he would tell me I was crazy.

I looked up "LA Murder House". My house came up, but I decided to type in "Deaths in LA Murder House."

When I looked that up, I clicked on a site that listed all of them. I was glad that this was accurate. I went down through. Yes, Montgomerys. Gladys and Maria? Got them. I looked through the last few deaths. Since they were going from oldest to most recent deaths, the last one occurred closest to now. I looked at the last few.

Brett Harmon.. Vivien Harmon.. Ben Harmon.. Then I looked at the last one on the entire list. Michael Clifford.

I texted him a picture of the screen, saying, "please tell me this isn't true.."

"Babe.." I heard from behind me. It was Michael.

"Did you transport yourself here? Or were you just standing there, being invisible?"

"The first one. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you," he wrapped his arms around me. I wriggled out of his grip.

"Baby.." He sniffled. I let tears fall down my cheeks.

"You better be sorry," I told him.

"What was I supposed to say? Hi, I'm Michael. I'm dead. Wanna hook up? I don't think so," he looked down at me, giving me a warming smile. (A/N: stealing his dad's lines, I see.. Soon he's going to be saying 'Watch it you goddamn queen')

I laughed a little at his remark, "I'm sorry, Michael."

"You're sorry about what?"

"I can't-"

"You can't what?"

"You're dead, Michael. I can't date someone who's dead when I'm alive," I told him, crossing my arms. (A/N: I bet some of you are just sitting and waiting for him to show her her body..)

"I love you, Pandora. I don't want to lose you," he began crying.

"You won't. I promise," I hugged him. I couldn't do this.

"So we aren't breaking up? You can still date me even though I'm dead?"

"Yes, Mikey," I smiled, then told him, "we should tell Paul. We don't want to keep a secret from him then him be really mad when he does find out."

"Okay.." Michael hesitated, but agreed. We walked over to Paul's room.

"Paul," I walked towards him.

"Yeah, Pandora?" He turned around to face me.

"I need to tell you something about Michael," I looked down.

"And what would that be?" He asked.

"He's-" I began, but Paul cut me off.

"Dead?" Paul wondered. I nodded, then asked, "how did you know?"

"I told you that I smiled at Thaddeus because it proved my theory right. I thought I had seen Michael's obituary online when I looked up the house after mom and dad told us about it."

"Oh," I bit my lip, "so you've known this whole time?"

"Yeah, why?"

"And you didn't tell me?"

"No.."

"Why not?"

"Because I knew how much you liked Michael and I didn't want to ruin your relationship. Did it?"

"No.. I forgave him," I looked at Michael.

"For what? Dying?"

"No! For not telling me."

"Okay," Paul nodded, "I'm glad you guys worked it out."

"So you're okay with us together? I thought you didn't like us together?"

"No, I never said that. I just didn't like the fact that Michael was keeping the secret from you."

"Okay," I smiled at Michael, "so you like us together?"

"Definitely," Paul nodded, and I kissed Michael.