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Post by jeremy dale gallo on Oct 28, 2009 17:58:48 GMT -5
When Hannah told him to start speaking what was on his mind he opened his mouth than shut it. Should he tell her? Should he tell her he wanted to kiss her? No. He wouldn't. Not yet. Sighing he smiled and said "I have been just thinking about my parents and crap that is all. Don't worry about me okay?" He shrugged and patted her on the back and looked around them. He swore someone was standing behind them. He shivered. He snapped at her and said "At least he wouldn't hurt you when your being haunted. I am afraid he actually might hurt me Hannah alright?" This time he didn't apologize. No need to. It was how he felt. He sighed and turned away and crossed his arms. He wasn't sure what he felt anymore. He was so tired and just unsure about the world around him that he wasn't so damn sure what was going to happen to him.
He saw her sudden change in the expression when he made the sexuality comment. Well, it was true. Though he hated when people reacted like that. What if he told her if he was bisexual? Would she hate him? Hey, wouldn't hurt to ask. He sighed and asked "Hannah, quick question for ya, would you stop talking to me if I was gay? Because your reaction to my comment before worried me.." He looked at her and raised an eyebrow. Lookingn at her he wanted to hug her again. Comfert each other. He hated that he didn't feel quite so..at peace right now. He was sort of easily tempered at the moment though so he hoped she would understand. |
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Post by Tristan Flaherty on Oct 28, 2009 18:55:08 GMT -5
Tristan could hear everything that they said, and mostly what they were thinking. God he wished he would be able to cross over, but he couldn't. He was stuck here on earth for a long long time. Hearing how Jeremy was afraid of him, he frowned more. Hearing how he would hurt the boy just make him frown more. Moving out from the stage he moved to the paper and pen again.
Jeremy.
I'm not going to freaking hurt you. So , you can stop worrying about that. I'm not just going to make a bag come up and eat you. That's just scary on its own.
There's a reason why I'm haunting Hannah. It's called I can't cross over. Stuck on Earth for a long long time. I thought that Killing myself would set me free from all this drama, and shit. Well, it didn't. I'm still stuck here watching everything that everyone does.
Tristan looked at them, and slid the paper over to them, though it just went up in the air and down again. He screamed in anger, though no one would ever hear his voice, see him again. He blinked at them. They couldn't have missed a random paper being moved and goo up in the air... Right?
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Post by Hannah Nicole Allenburg on Oct 29, 2009 16:02:52 GMT -5
Hannah looked up at Jeremy. "Oh, well if there's anything you want to talk about you can tell me you know that right? And fine, I won't let you know that I'm worrying about you, it doesn't mean I won't be inside my head." She smiled at him. She just hated when people kept things from her, even though it wasn't any of her business to know about it. "Jeremy, he can't hurt you, he won't be able to do anything to you. Don't worry about it. I'll talk to him for you but you need to stop thinking that he is going to hurt you. He isn't ok? Hannah started to become a little mad. For some odd reason he wouldn't stop thinking that Tristan would hurt him. He was a ghost, like he could do anything. And if he did Hannah would never speak to him again, so he had a reason not to.
Hannah soon gave a serious face "Of course I would still talk to you. I would be retarded if I didn't. I mean we have been through the same things, It would be stupid for me to forget about the one person on this ear who could understand it... Hannah stopped before she could finish her though. She saw the piece of paper float to the ground. She walked over to it and picked it up. As soon as she saw the name Jeremy on it, she handed it to him. She read over it before she gave it to him. She thought it was sweet but that was just her opinion. |
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Post by jeremy dale gallo on Oct 29, 2009 16:12:16 GMT -5
Jeremy smiled and looked at the note. It was....nice. For a guy at least. Looking around he said "Thanks Tristan, I am sorry that you are stuck here. We will make it as easy for you as possible." He smiled. As soon as he smlied his phone vibrated in his pocket. Looking at it he saw it was a text message. Raising an eyebrow he shook his head and put the note ont eh ground and looked at Hannah and said "Well, I am glad you would still talk to me, but I am not gay." He laughed and shook his head and looked at her. Giving her a quick hug he pulled out his phone and read the message.
"Jeremy! It is you mom! We found out how Stephanie died. She had five gun shot wounds to the head during a shooting. I am sorry I forgot to tell you earlier."
Jeremy's heart sank. His emotions were tied back together again. Looking up at Hannah than back at the message he said "I-I got to go. Like. Now. I am sorry. I really am. See you around..please?" Tears stained his eyes. Giving Hannah another long hug he bit his lower lip and said "I will tell you what happened later. I p-p-promise!" His heart hurting he turned and ran to get his backpack and shirt and than ran off the stage and out the door. Sobs escaping his lips. How could his mom forget about it until NOW? He was pissed. So pissed.
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