Chapter 15
-Wrigley-
I huff, kicking Cash right in the stomach. He grunts, grabbing my ankle and dragging me towards him. I let out a strangled yelp as I’m caught off balance when Cash manoeuvres me into his lap. I scowl at him, trying to sit up because his ghostly knee is poking my shoulder and also I just confessed to the guy so sitting in his lap is ~funky~ especially after he just called me an idiot.
Cash eventually stops laughing long enough to help me sit up because I somehow got wedged and no matter how much I squirmed around I couldn’t sit up properly. “Care to explain how I’m the pea-brained one?! Also I just confessed to you, shouldn’t you be rejecting me already?”
The ghost rolls his eyes, taking my hand in his and lacing our fingers together. “Why are you so sure I’ll reject you?”
I stare at him for a moment, “I mean isn’t it fairly obvious? If you felt the way I do then you would flirt with me back or something.”
Cash groans before gesturing to our hands. “I literally hold your hand as often as I can, I flirt with you all the time, I mean I said you looked hot in that shirt the other day and I said your bed-hair is cute. I basically gave my feelings away with those two comments alone.”
All I do is gape at him. “Seriously?! You think two comments is enough to make it obvious to me? Dude I thought you were just being friendly! Which, in all fairness, should’ve been a give away actually because you’re always a dick to me.”
Cash scoffs, placing his free hand on my waist tentatively. “Ok fine, well if it wasn’t clear enough already: I like you, Wrigley. I thought that you didn’t like me so I was trying to back off. I thought you were uncomfortable being around me because, in case you hadn’t noticed, I am in fact dead.”
I huff, flicking my hair over my shoulder haughtily. “Wow, so you’re saying I can’t have a ghost boyfriend then? I can’t believe you think that you can tell me what to do, that’s honestly funny.”
Cash’s playful expression instantly goes serious and he squeezes my hand gently. “You want me to be your boyfriend?”
I proceed to do a wonderful goldfish impression as I contemplate saying no I don’t, you’re an annoying arse, but I’m not going to ruin my own chances with Cash, now that I know that he actually does like me.
So I nod, cautiously glancing into his eyes. The ghost smiles gently, moving his hand from my waist to my cheek and cupping my face softly. “You’re right: I must have not been in my right mind, thinking that I could tell you what to do. Well, I can’t order you around, but I can ask you a question. Can I be your boyfriend?”
Smirking, I lean forwards slightly, poking his chest. “Hmm I’ll have to think about it, I mean you did waste my hair conditioner plus you ruined my precious bath time. That might be a deal-breaker for me.”
Cash returns the smirk, smoothing his thumb over my cheek as he leans his forehead against mine. “Yeah well you shouldn’t have thrown an assortment of toiletries at me then should you? Maybe I’ll rescind my question.”
I poke his chest again before letting my hand rest there for a moment. “Please don’t, I would probably cry if you did that.”
Cash’s expression turns serious and gentle as he strokes my cheek again. “I wouldn’t do that. But can you actually answer my question or do you plan on just keeping me in suspense here?”
Smiling softly, I whisper “yes” just before pressing my lips to his.
It’s slightly strange, kissing a ghost. It’s definitely not the same as kissing a living person. But kissing Cash is definitely a lovely experience. Yes, his lips are kind of cold and although he’s technically solid, there’s still a slight feeling of…emptiness. I don’t know how to explain it, but you try snogging a ghost and then describing it, so. Just take my word for it: it’s different but nice.
Cash is also a pretty good kisser, and when he eventually pulls back, he doesn’t stop doing that stupidly annoying fucking smirk of his. And then a hideously annoying idea occurs to me and I kiss him again until Cash is smiling and that stupid smirk is gone and I pull back, feeling very satisfied with myself.
“Cool, so you passed my little ‘boyfriend test’. You did pretty well actually, so. Congrats. You’re now my boyfriend,” I say airily, inspecting my nails. Cash snorts, but his smile is still massive as he hugs me to his chest.
I smile into his shoulder, squeezing his hand gently. “That also means that I, the incredible charlatan Wrigley Johanneson, am now your boyfriend too. Consider yourself lucky.”
Cash strokes through my hair, being careful to not tangle it. “Oh trust me, I’m the luckiest ghost, probably the luckiest person, ever.”
Ok. I’ll admit, that was really fucking cute.
I hug my boyfriend tightly, smiling into his shoulder and letting myself feel like a happy oaf for a moment. Eventually I stop hugging Cash, sitting back slightly to get a good look of him. He looks happy. Really quite happy, and a lot less worried.
Smiling, I stroke his cheek. “Cool, so is our weird funk all sorted out now? Because I’d rather like to be able to just hold your hand and hug you a lot and I don’t want to get all weird about it.”
Cash snorts, patting my leg. “Yep, I’m pretty sure the funk was both of us going ‘oh no there’s no way he likes me back’ and being all weird, so unless you’re somehow still not convinced of my feelings, then we should be all good. And I’ll take any hand hold and hug that you can give.”
I smirk, poking my boyfriend in the chest. “Yeah ok mister I’m going to be all weird too, you can’t pretend that you weren’t acting a bit off with me, although I will admit that I was the main one being weird here. But I’m glad that we’re on the same page,” I say nonchalantly, tucking my hair behind my ear.
Cash grins, tugging on my hair just to be an ass. I scowl at him, poking him in the chest again. “Why do you always do that? I swear I’ve never met someone who likes to poke people as much as you do,” Cash says with a raised eyebrow.
I scoff, sitting back slightly and crossing my arms indignantly. “I’ll have you know that I don’t normally poke people; you’re just a special case. Testimony to how aggravating you are.”
Cash snorts, tapping his finger on my leg. “Wow, I’m honoured to be so special. Still though, if I’m so aggravating to you, well; tough luck. You’re stuck with me now.”
I think he expects me to make some kind of snooty retort like I normally do, but instead a stupid grin overtakes my face and I just beam at my boyfriend. “Yeah, I guess there’s really no going back now. Even if you want to break the contract, well. You’re the one who’ll be stuck with me, so prepare yourself.”
Cash returns the grin, touching my cheek gently. “Oh trust me, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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