Dead Tears

l.i.n.d.s.e.y. : I know! I almost cried when I was writing it!

Gnome: I am horrible at tenses, I know. Lol. So that is going to be one thing that sticks, I do believe, though I have been looking making sure they match. Don't know how well I'm doing though. Lol. Let me know!

Chapter 3
Gabe

I've been wondering for a while now. My feet having taken me from the place that my mother had drove to. That was a few weeks ago, if I remember correctly. I've just been wondering around the small town of mine, that is after I found my way back to it from that place, which was way out in the middle of no where. Weren't ghost supposed to stay where their families and friends were and if they did wasn't something supposed happen to them? I'm thinking about the large snakes with razor sharp teeth that had come after the ghost on Beetlejuice. But that was made up I guess, because I'm fine, no giant snakes coming after me. For the moment at least. In my body, I could feel that I was missing something. Like there was something I was supposed to know but didn't.

A sigh fell from my lips, all of this was confusing me more. I was walking to Massimo's house, maybe seeing him would make the things in my mind work our. Or I was trying to go there. I had no idea how to get to Mo's house from this side of town, so I've just been walking and walking. I don't get tired. Just bored. I guess ghost don't get tired. And I guess I've come to terms with being a ghost. It doesn't freak me out anymore to know that my actual body is buried in the Alexander Cemetery and that no one can see or hear me. I do talk to myself a whole lot more though inside my head. What was the point of talking out loud if no one can hear you and talk back?

Good, a few turns and I know where I am now. Who knew I was so close to Mo's house? A few more blocks and I can see him, butterflies are in my stomach now. It had been a while go since he had come to my room and left in a flash. Now it was dark outside, he would be asleep by now I would guess. He always went to bed early for some reason. His excuse when I was living was that he liked his sleep and that he dreamed of me. I would retort back, well my being by him was better then any dream me could be. He would laugh and say I was more kinky in his dreams then in real life. That's when I would smack him on the back of the head and laugh along with him. I miss him dearly and the place where my heart would be aches when I think about him.

I stood in front of his house, on the dirty side walk, the puddles of water that had developed from the resent rain not splashing or rippling as I stepped in them. Looking up at the tall two story house, I was worried. What if he had already moved on and he had someone else up in his room without his father knowing, like he had me up there so many times before? His room was on the back side, vines traveling up a trace that led up to his window. He would sneak out or I would sneak in that way when we wanted to see each other without our parents knowing. A sad smile crossed my face. I didn't need to go in that way anymore, I could use the front entrance. No one could see me. A tear ran down my cheek. All my days of sneaking was over. It was a sad thought but one that I had to realize.

My feet slowly took me up the five stone steps that led to the Alfredo house hold. I stopped when I reached the large wooden door. This was hard. His father was waiting on the other side, most likely in the living room, glass of vodka in one hand and the latest issue of the New York Times in the other, his nightly routine. I could picture myself walking I the door, his angler face and dark eyes looking up at me causing a look of hate to come to his face. He never did like me too much for some reason, everyone else's parents loved me. I was the good kid. The quiet kid that did what ever he was told to do. I shook my head though, he wouldn't be able to see me, wouldn't even know I was there, just like Mo wouldn't. So with shaking limbs I passed through the cherry wood door to enter the Italian house.

If I was living, my nose would be hit with garlic and spices. His mother was always one to home cook a meal no matter how hard she had worked that day. My eyes look around the area around me. The stairs leading up to the two layer of the house to my left and the kitchen and the living to my right, counter/bar separating the two. Sure enough, Mr. Alfredo is sitting in his leather arm chair, glass in one hand and the paper in the other dim light making his figure almost disappear in the dark. Nothing has changed.

What did I expect? Everyone to be lazing in grief over the boy that died a month ago? For the family home to be a shrine for the dark haired boy that was rotting in the ground? I started walking up the carpeted stairs, my heart started pounding hard, or what ever is there, because I don't have a heart anymore. My hand grips the cherry wood railing. This is harder for me then anything I've since I died. Why can't I just walk the few paces to my boyfriend's room? Why am I so afraid of what I'll find there? Its not like he'd not find someone else, soon anyway. He can't love a dead boy.

"Just go up already. Its not like he'll bite." Oh my god! I jumped a few two feet into the air, my heart pounding in with fright. Where the hell had that come from? My head turned around franticly, looking for any indication that there was someone else there. But after having turned around a full 360 degrees several times on the stairs, which isn't easy to do, I came up with nothing. Had I imagined the voice? Both of my hands clutched at the railing now, trying to keep my invisible body upright, while my breathing and heart rate return to normal.

With my limbs still shaking slightly I shook my head and return to the task at hand. My feet trudged the rest of the way up the carpeted stairs, coming to a rest on the landing that led to the long hallway. It seemed longer then it was, the door to Mo's room all the way on the other end, passed his parent's, sister's, and brother's rooms. His brother was younger by only a year or two, while his sister was turning 8 years old in a few months. My foot took the faithful steps down the hall, not making any noise when they would have been sending creaks throughout the house if my body had any weight to it. I paused outside of the cherry wood door, my eyes facing forward, just staring.

"God damn! You're slow!" I felt my being, being shoved from behind, spending me through the wooden door, my body falling to my hands and knees inside of the dark room. My breath was coming in pants. What was that!? I swing my head back to try to see what pushed me. I think something pushed me. Maybe I just fell and I thought someone pushed me. No! Someone or something did push me, I'm sure of it! I narrowed my eyes back at the door, almost blaming it for my current position.

My eyes turned toward the room then. Everything was silence. I rose to my knees, then to my feet, leaning against the door for help to lift my body. Feet slowly took me to stand over the figure resting in his bed. He looked so peaceful when he slept. His glasses were off, sitting on his night stand in front of his alarm clock that was set to go off at 7 in the morning. My eyes looked over his form. He had dyed his bangs black, from the purple that they were. One of his arms rested under his pillow, over the blankets that cover his form up to his neck.

I sank to my knees, my eyes tearing up as I read the ink that now was permanently on his pale skin. 'The pieces of my heart are missing you, Cayden.' I remembered the line from a song by a music artist I can't remember the name of at the moment. My heart ached for him. One of my hands reached out to run along his cheek bone, my fingers tips brushing a strand of his now dark hair away from his perfect face. I love him so much.

"You two made a good couple." The voice straddled me, my head whipping around to see a dusty haired boy pick up a picture that Mo had set on his computer desk. He turned so that his bright blue eyes were looking at me and he smiled, turning the picture in the frame around so I could see it. "See. Your hair tones contradict each other so much that you to look good together." He stated, looking back at the picture of the two of us at Julian's pool party, me sitting by the edge of the pool, feet dangling into the clear water, with Mo resting his head in my lap, both of us smiling largely at the camera.

I just gaped at the boy. He could see me?! But how? I'm dead! And he looks very much alive. I watched as he put the photo back onto the desk. Then turning his half clothed body to walk to me. His skin was tanned, so much so it looked golden, I being able to see the muscle that ran through his body since his shirt was missing. All he had on were a pair of swim trunks with the large white flowers on them, a pair of thong sandals, and a white puka shell necklace around his neck. His light brown hair was spiked in places and laying flat in some. I know it was bad, but I was almost drooling with the site of him. He was like a sex god. He stood beside me, putting his thumbs in the pocket of his trunks, rocking back on his heels, his eyes watching Mo sleep.

"That's sweet. He loved you so much, he marked his body for life with your name." He then chuckled to himself. "I can see it now, ten years down the line his boyfriend looking at his arm and demanding to know the hell Cayden is! It's going to be classic!" That was when I snapped out of my daze and glared the surfer boy in front of me, I therefore dubbed him as such. How dare he talk about Mo like that. He shrugged his shoulders. "I was only saying." He explained his express growing bored. Wait… Can he read my thoughts? He gave a sigh the, nodding his head. "Yes, I can read every thought that goes through your mind, little boy." He stated, turning to look at me and bringing one of his hands up to tap at his head. That was when I lost it.

"This is crazy! I mean, I'm dead! You shouldn't be able to see me! I mean-" He jumped to my feet causing the other boy, who didn't look much older then myself I might add, take a step back raising one of his slender eye brows. "This is all so confusing!" I brought my hands to my hair, tugging at the strands. He took action then. Moving to pulling my hands from hair, his hands grasping my wrist.

"Stop! Stop! Cayden!" He had to shout my name to get me to stop my struggling against him. His head turned though to look back at Mo as he shifted in his sleep, grunting slightly. His hands relaxed around my wrist for moment, allowing me to pull free of him. Sure he was bigger then me and could easily re-capture me, but I wasn't going to let that happen. I ran. Turned and ran straight out of the wooden door, and down the fall way, hearing him call my name a few times before I got out of ear shot. I ran passed Mr. Alfredo as he was walking up the stairs to join his wife in bed. The front door was no task to concur as I just slid through it like everything else. I was on the street, when I felt something hit me from behind.

"Okay, okay, calm down." I heard from above me as I felt a body pin me to the wet ground, keeping my struggling body from going anywhere. "Listen to me damn it!" I paused for moment. That 'damn' sounded like the one I heard before I fell through Mo's door.

"Bastard! You're the one that has been scaring me half shitless for the whole night!" I started to struggle anew. I heard him growl above me. He was getting tired of having to keep me down and of me not listening to him I guess.

"Yes! I am the one damn it! Now hold still! I have to tell you something!" He growled. Alright, what is it? I thought, since he could read my thoughts. "My name is Gabe. And I'm dead too. Have been for years now. And they sent me to be your spiritual advisor!" I paused again. My what? "Your spiritual advisor stupid." He growled out, glad I had stopped struggling.

"My spiritual advisor?" He sighed again.

"Yeah. Didn't think you were just going to roam around the living world forever did you?" He asked, moving his body so he was no straddling my behind. I did actually. I had given hope up on anything after death other then what I had already been through.


A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out! And this one probably has lots more problems then the other chapters. I didn't spend nearly as much time editing on this one as I had the other ones. So I hope you liked this chapter, and I do not own the lyrics to 'When You're Gone' by Avril Lavigne. (Mo's tattoo)