Chapter 14
-Wrigley-
Cash is the most stupid ghost I’ve ever met, and like, I know I’ve only met one ghost, but still. It’s not like I’ve been hiding my feelings for him, I flirt with him all the time and whenever my friends are around I use them as an excuse to be around Cash constantly.
So he must actually be oblivious.
Or in denial because he thinks I’m super weird and ugly and doesn’t want to have anything to do with me. God, I hope it’s not that. But then again, if that was the case, then he wouldn’t have said that he liked hugging me, right?
Am I the oblivious one?
I don’t think so, because Cash has just never made a move on me. I would know if he had tried; I’m hyper-aware around him. Maybe Cash just isn’t the type to make the first move? Or maybe I’m just convincing myself that he likes me somewhat when he actually just doesn’t?
Is there something there or am I just imagining it because I want him to like me?
Wow. I didn’t think that I was a fucking creep but ok then. Poor Cash; not only is he stuck being contracted to me, he’s being creeped on by me too.
I should probably just leave him alone or something, like there’s no way he’s going to want me to hug him now; he’s probably back to working out a way to break the contract with me. And what if he actually works out a way to do that? What would I do then?
Well, I’d probably just cry for a while and then feel like shit and then move on. It’s not like I would be able to do anything about it; I wouldn’t even be able to see him.
I wouldn’t even know if he was standing right in front of me.
Suddenly feeling pretty panicky, I jump up from the floor and pull open the bathroom door, glancing around for Cash.
And he’s not here. Of course he isn’t. He probably worked out that I like him and that’s why I’m being so fucking weird and dumb and then went somewhere else! He’s probably off talking to his ghost friends who aren’t weird living guys crushing on him.
“Wrigley? What’s wrong?”
I whip around, pressing a hand to my heart before striding towards my bedroom door and scowling. I poke the stupid ghost in the chest angrily until he catches my hand as I go to poke him for a fifth time.
“Wrigley? Why are you poking me so much?”
I just frown, pulling my hand out of his and walking over to me bed, flopping down on it face first. I should be relieved that Cash didn’t leave, but instead I just got frustrated with him for making me think he’d left which is dumb because he didn’t even do anything wrong- a hand lands on my lower back and the bed sinks next to me slightly.
“Can we talk? Things got really weird all of a sudden and I went to get you a glass of water and now you’re angry? I’m confused.”
A groan slips past my lips- of course Cash was just doing a nice thing for me and what do I do? Overreact. That’s basically my speciality at this point, let’s be honest.
Sitting up, I glance over at Cash, a slightly worried look on his face and the glass of water still in his transparent hand. Damn, he’s good at moving and holding things whilst being all ghostly. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have gotten angry at you. I just um- I feel bad. Like I forced my weirdness on you, uh. I’m not sure how to explain it.”
Cash raises an eyebrow, pushing the glass into my hand. I nod gratefully, sipping at it a few times before placing it down on the beside table next to me. Cash sits silently for a moment before opening his mouth and closing it a few times before eventually saying “you aren’t weird, Wrigley. Or no, maybe you are a little bit weird, but it’s the good kind. You’re fun, and annoying and a twat, but you’re- you make me happy.”
My eyes zip up to Cash’s, and I sit there stunned for a moment. “I do? So you don’t- you don’t want to break the contract then? You’re ok- you’re ok with me?”
Cash’s expression is as stunned as mine was a moment ago and he nods quickly, tentatively placing his hand next to mine, his little finger just touching my own. “I’m definitely more than ok with you, Wrigley. I don’t want to break the contract, no. It’s nice hanging out with you and getting to know you. This past month has been the most fun I’ve had in a long time.”
I smile, slowly taking his hand in mine. Cash squeezes my hand in response, his smile gentle. And then I frown and poke his chest again. “I can’t believe you called me an annoying twat. Only absolute dickheads would call me that, so. I wonder what that says about you then huh.”
Cash smirks, catching my hand as I gently poke him and lacing our fingers together. Well now we’re holding hands with both our hands so that’s pretty gay.
It crosses my mind for a fraction of a second that maybe Cash does like me, but then my insecurities fuck up that nice thought and I smile awkwardly at Cash. And it’s just my luck that he misinterprets my expression for discomfort and he quickly extricates his hands from mine.
Both of them.
I bite my lip in frustration, looking in the other direction. Cash sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Wrigley can you just talk to me for a moment because I’m getting such mixed signals and my - as you call it - pea-brain is too small to comprehend what you actually mean. So can you just say whatever the fuck is on your mind and we can sort out whatever weird funk we’re suddenly in?”
Snorting, I turn back to the ghost on my bed and kick his leg slightly. “Dude you’re the one I’m getting mixed signals from; one moment I think you like being with me and the next I think I’m making you uncomfortable! You should just tell me whatever’s on your mind and then we can sort this!”
Cash scoffs, flicking my leg before sighing. “Fine, how about we both tell each other what’s up and then we can just get over this ok?”
Contemplating it for a moment, I nod. That sounds fair and when Cash tells me I’m a creepy weirdo for liking a ghost then that’s chill. It’s really not chill but hey. Here goes nothing.
“Fine, I’ll go first. I’m not trying to give you mixed signals, I just don’t really know how to act because I like you - romantically, just to clarify - and I know you don’t like me like that so I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
Cash blinks a few times before literally laughing out loud. “Wrigley Johanneson, apparently I’m not the one with a pea-brain.”
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