How I Met The Dead Guy Of My Dreams

-An: hi guys, I'm back. If any one cares. Anyways, this is a story I started as a present for Blue GhostGhost. Its a thank you for a birthday present she gave me, and it grew into something I wasn't expecting. I'll probably be going back and editing chapters and crap like that as I go on. And Blue? It will have nasty zombies per your request. Just give it time. And let me know what ya'll think! Reviews feed the beast.  -Faust-

 

“I’m surprised they haven’t expelled you yet,” Bailey said, slamming the door of my piece of shit ford closed. It rocked the whole car, but Bailey continued to natter on. “I had to wait an hour for you, and my phone isn’t working…” She had more to say but I ignored it.

                “You’re not listening to me, are you?” She asked. I could feel her eyes on the side of my face, and I ignored that too as until I was done careening around a corner into traffic.

                “I wasn’t, no. I didn’t know I was expected to listen to you yammer,” I glanced in the rear view mirror, and did some fancy lane changing to the music of car horns blaring in outrage.

                She kept silent for a few miles. It was a ten minute drive from school to her house, and then five minutes to my house from her’s. That was driving the speed limit. I could do the whole trip in under ten.

                “So why were you in detention this time?” She demanded, twisting in her seat to drill me with narrowed grey eyes.

                I tilted my head towards her for a moment, and shot her a grin. “Because I started chanting right in the middle of class.”

                Bailey’s big lipped mouth dropped open, and she gaped at me through two stop lights, and a stop sign that I barely touched the brakes at. Her delicate hands covered her mouth, and started laughing. It sounded like a pig eating.

                We slid to a stop in front of a two story red brick house. I shifted into park and watched Bailey laugh into her knees. I glanced at the house and spotted a twitch in the living room curtains.

                “You better get out before your brother thinks I’m taking you innocence,” I said, and then cracked up myself. Bailey lost her ‘innocence’ when she was thirteen, and to her brother’s best friend. It amused the hell out of all of us, that Damon still hadn’t figured it out. Jeff had done everything but stick his hands down her pants in front of him.

                “My brother’s an idiot,” she gasped, still laughing. I raised an eyebrow at her. It hadn’t been that funny.

                “It wasn’t that funny,” I commented. She raised her head, and her lips quirked.

                “You didn’t hear what Mrs. Daniels said last time you started that shit in class. I think she was begging the principal to get you out of her class.” I tilted my head to the side. That was funny. I joined her in another snicker-fest. We both glanced up when someone knocked on my car window. I stared at the belt buckle of Damon, and my eyes drifted up until they met grey. Damon shared the tall, bulky frame of his father the ex-football player. He was also apart of the jock stereotype group, but unlike them, he had no problem talking to other’s outside of his group. My reasoning was because it was easier to get information on me from others of the freak variety, instead of just talking to me. Bailey just called me an idiot.

                Bailey sighed, and punched me in the shoulder. “I’ll see you in the morning. Call me if anything develops.”

                I punched her back, and watched her get out of the car. She slammed it before I could hear her start in on Damon. I continued to watch as they went up the sidewalk, her body jerking with the force of her gestures. I could only imagine the volume she used.