Chapter 16
-Cash-
Wrigley and I curl back up together again, finding a new film to watch which is less terrifying. It’s already pretty late in the evening, but it’s a Friday night and Wrigley isn’t working tomorrow. And I, well. It’s not like I have a ghostly job or anything, I just vibe eternally.
There’s things I want to do, sure. Like seeing my family. Because they could see me. Wrigley and I could visit them. I could hug them so long as Wrigley touches me at the same time.
That would be incredible.
But also painful.
It would be so, so painful for them. And I don’t know if it’s fair to put them through that. They could see me again, talk to me, but…for how long? What if one day Wrigley stops being able to touch me, to make me visible to others.
What if they have to lose me a second time?
So, I haven’t mentioned it to Wrigley yet. I will at some point, but as of right now…I’m sitting on the possibility. Thinking about it. Contemplating it. And when I’ve come to a decision, if I do decide to visit them…that’s when I’ll tell Wrigley about the possibility.
I also don’t want him to feel like he has to come visit them with me. I doubt he’d feel like that, but still. I don’t want him to feel pressured.
My boyfriend cuddles into my side, his hair in a messy ponytail that is tossed over his shoulder carelessly. Wrigley’s head is on my shoulder whilst I have an arm around his waist and a blanket over our legs.
We sit there silently for a while. Just watching the film and cuddling. And it’s nice, simply being in each other’s presence. We occasionally chat but as the night goes on it becomes increasingly clear that Wrigley is tireder than he makes himself out to be.
As in like, he’s about to fall asleep right here. Which, I have no complaints about. Except I want him to actually be comfortable. So I carefully manoeuvre him into bed, pulling the duvet up around his chin and tucking him in gently. Wrigley snuffles in his sleep, his hand still gripping my shirt.
Well that’s just too adorable now isn’t it?!
Slowly extricating my shirt from his hand, I take a slight step back, placing his laptop on his desk so it can charge. Wrigley snuffles again, peeling open an eye and grunting. “Oi. Get over here,” he says sleepily.
Smiling gently, I walk back (or float technically, my feet aren’t solid) over to the bed, stroking Wrigley’s forehead. “What’s wrong?” I ask, looking around for anything which might be causing him discomfort. But my boyfriend just shakes his head, patting my hand where it rests on his head.
“Don’t vanish to…wherever. Cuddle with me?” He asks, slowly opening his other eye. A massive and stupid smile takes over my face as I nod eagerly, climbing in bed next to Wrigley. He drapes an arm over my waist, humming slightly and burying his face in my chest.
“Do I not make you cold?” I ask suddenly, knowing that for Wrigley to feel as warm to me as he does, I must be pretty cold. You know, like a dead body, because I’m not living. It’s not that my body, when solid, is a literal corpse, but I’m not exactly alive either. I’m just existing.
Wrigley shakes his head, poking my chest slightly. “Nope, I get hot pretty easily so you’re a nice and cuddly ice pack.”
I snort, running my fingers through his hair now that it has been freed from the ponytail. He mumbles something incomprehensible and I smile fondly, hugging my grumpy and stubborn human radiator gently.
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-Wrigley-
I let out a groan when my alarm decides to personally attack me with its incessant ringing and I realise with even greater annoyance that I never turned it off from its repeat setting, meaning that I’ve been woken up for no reason.
Well that just tickles my bagels the wrong way now doesn’t it?
Grumbling about how stupid everything is, I smash my hand into the alarm to try and just shut it the fuck up, but then my phone whooshes away from me before I even have the chance to turn it off.
Whipping around, I see my ghost boyfriend smirking with my phone hovering in the air next to him, the sound finally stopped. “Wow, so now you’re gonna just steal my things whenever you fancy?”
Cash snorts, levitating my phone back over to my bedside table. “I was merely being helpful. Not that you understand the concept of that, but hey. A guy can try and teach you anyway.”
I scoff, leaning over to slap Cash’s arm. He just moves out of the way, his slightly transparent body phasing through my bed slightly towards the end of his movement. I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms and watching as my boyfriend tries to get his ghostly legs back on top of my bed.
“You think if I touched you you’d pop out of the bed? Or would you be stuck there?” I ask, inching slightly closer, not planning on actually getting him stuck in my bed but it’s pretty funny watching him get both curious and worried about what would happen if I touched him.
In the end, Cash manages to pull himself out, a triumphant grin on his face before he suddenly falls through the floor. Panic surges through me for a moment (I mean hey can you blame me no matter how many times I see it happen it’s still like woah ok then) before I remember that Cash will appear back in a moment.
And he does, he always does.
Cash phases through my door not too long after and I hop up to go hug him. I fling my arms around his neck, grinning as I stand on my tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips. Cash’s fingers slip into my hair, holding my head carefully whilst his other hand presses on my back gently.
“Have a nice trip?” I ask like the total ass I am. Cash just rolls his eyes, resting his forehead against mine. “I didn’t trip, I merely…fell. Through the floor. Normal stuff, happens to the best of us.”
I grin, stroking along Cash’s cold neck before flicking his shoulder lightly. He still makes a big thing of it, pretending that my flick is the most painful thing he’s ever felt and claiming that he’ll report me for ‘being a little shit’.
In the end, he agrees to let the lawsuit go when I pacify him with another kiss, and I realise that the easiest way to get Cash to do what I want- well, it’s annoy him, and then kiss him. Very effective, as it turns out.
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