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TWO SOULS: INTO the FIRE … # 184

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TWO SOULS: INTO the FIRE … # 184

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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As they continued out of the city of Raleigh, Steve asked, “So what did you buy at the magic shop?”

“Oh, some oils for me to smell, and some incense for Terry,” Ghost said. He reached into the bag and brought out a crystal. “This is for Zach, a different one from the one he got already.” He held it up.

“Yeah, that’s a nice one,” Steve said.

“Then, here’s what I got for Trevor. It’s a sage broom, so he can cleanse the new house any time he wants to. And look, this is for Kinsey…it’s a little waterfall that he can plug in, and hear the water going over the rocks. Oh, and a book, ’cause he likes to read. This here one is some meditation poems.” He put the items back in the bag.

“Those are real nice gifts,” Steve said. “I’m sure they will like them, because you thought of the person and what they’d like or need. Good choices for all.”

Ghost smiled. “I know what you’re thinking.”

“You always do, Ghost,” Steve said. “Ok, what am I thinking? I just told you what it was…about the gifts you bought.”

“Yeah, but you’re thinking what did I get for you,” Ghost said.

“Well, maybe I am a little curious, ya know.”

“Mmm-hmm, well I tried to find something in there for you, Steve, but we already have all that stuff, so I gotta think of something else for you. I got time,” he said, and smiled.

“Ok, that’s fine…don’t tell me…” Steve said.

They were almost to the highway leading out of the city, now, when Ghost said, “Steve, I need to ask you a really serious question.”

Steve’s heart did a little lurch. “Ok, I guess I can try to give you an answer…what?”

Ghost frowned, then said, “You know it’s kinda getting dark already, and by the time we get home, well…how can I say this…” he sighed and looked over at Steve. “I don’t want to cook supper, so can we get some chicken or something to take home to eat, before we leave this big ‘ol town, ’cause when we get home there’s no take out places, and I think I’ll be hungry, by then…so…can we?” He laughed at the way Steve looked at him.

“Ghost, you scared me for a second. I thought there was something wrong, or bad news, or something.”

“It’s just I’m hungry, that’s all, and that’s bad news, and wrong, I think.”

“Yeah, it sure is…and yes, we can stop and get food. Good thing you got all the words out before we left town,” Steve said.

“I know, right?” Ghost said. “Well, I want chicken.”

“Ok, and I think there’s a place on the way out…we’ll stop.”

They did stop and get food to take home, but ate most of it on the way, because thirty miles was a long way to have to wait. As Steve finished a piece, he threw the bones out the car window.

“Steve…don’t do that,” Ghost said, as he twisted around to look out the back window.

“What…do what?” Steve asked.

“Don’t throw those bones out…it’s bad.”

“Why is it bad? I’m just giving the wolves something to eat, or maybe the buzzards.”

“Well, maybe…if they hurry up and eat it, but really, it’s not good.” Ghost waited for Steve to ask why, but he didn’t. He just grabbed another piece to eat.

“Don’t you want to know why?” Ghost asked.

“No…but I guess you’re gonna tell me anyway, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh…it’s because of voo-doo, Steve. Remember down in New Orleans? There were people putting spells on people by throwing chicken bones, and saying bad stuff,” Ghost said. “You didn’t think any bad thoughts when you threw them out, did you?”

“Nope, sure didn’t,” Steve said. “I was just thinking about eating another piece.” He took a big bite out of the one he was holding.

“Ok, well don’t throw out any more,” Ghost said, finally done with the subject. Steve, though, wanted to know more.

“Well, can anybody do it? I mean, did I just do a spell in the middle of the road?”

“Probably not…you didn’t say anything like a spell,” Ghost said. “I think maybe you have to be knowing how to do it first.”

“Oh, ok…good,” Steve said.

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to ask Zach, ’cause he’s seen people do it before. I just want to make sure,” Ghost said.

They continued on down the highway. “Why don’t you check out the phone, Ghost. See if we got any calls. I think I had it turned off,” Steve said, handing the phone to Ghost.

Ghost took it, turning it around and staring at it. “Remind me again how to turn it on.”

Steve reached over and pushed a button. The phone lit up and displayed several missed calls and voicemails…all from Zach.

“Looks like Zach called a lot, look…” he held the phone up so Steve could see. “What did he want?”

“How should I know…call him back,” Steve said.

“Um…ok…” Ghost said, but just hovered his finger over the phone.

Steve waited a minute, then rolled his eyes. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m trying to see what he wanted.”

“Just push the button, Dude…that’s how ya find out.”

“Ok, ok…” Ghost pushed the call back button, and waited for the connection to Zach. When he answered, Ghost said, “Hello, Zach, what did you want?”

“Ghost is that you?” Zach said. “I’ve been trying to call all day. Man, I need to give you some info on that car…”

“Stop…stop,” Ghost yelled. “Don’t say anything yet. I can’t talk about it, now.”

Steve had jerked, when Ghost yelled. “What’s the matter? Something wrong? Give me the phone.”

Zach continued, “Ok, but I have to tell you this…like now.”

“Not now, Zach…we’re in the car and almost home. Call me later,” Ghost said.

Steve grabbed the phone from Ghost. “Zach, what’s going on? You got Ghost all crazy acting.”

“Nothing, Steve. I’ll take care of it…gotta go…bye,” Zach said, and hung up.

“Ok, Ghost, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, Steve, just me and Zach have to talk about some things. Later ya know…alone.”

Steve frowned. “You and Zach are up to something. You know I’ll find out…ya know that don’t ‘cha?”

“I know,” Ghost said, “but not yet…please don’t try to find out yet. It’ll ruin everything.”

“Fine, whatever,” Steve said, finally getting an inkling of a clue, that it was about Christmas secrets. He smiled. “I promise not to find out yet, ok?”

“Yeah,” Ghost said, knowing Steve understood, now.

They reached home, and took all their things inside.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 183

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“What kind of asshole would do something like this?” Steve yelled. He walked around the car, taking in the slashed tires, and scratches all along the sides. Yanking open the door, he threw in his bags from the thrift store. “I just got that flat fixed yesterday, and now this? I’ll tell ya, Ghost, there’s some sick people in the world.” He raged on and on, cursing and kicking the fenders.

A small crowd gathered, there on the sidewalk, some laughing and pointing. “What are y’all looking at, who did this?” Steve growled at them, and they went on their way. One young man did offer to help.

Ghost just sat on the curb, with his hands wrapped around his knees, and his head down, listening to Steve holler. He didn’t even cry; he was too numb to feel anything, after their encounter in the thrift store.

Finally, Steve calmed down enough to notice the man who was offering to help. He volunteered to drive them to buy new tires. “Come on, Ghost, we have to get the tires fixed, and this guy will take us to the tire store.”

“Maybe I should stay and guard the car,” Ghost said.

“No, I can’t leave you here to face this crowd alone. Let’s go.”

“Steve, just have him drop me off at the magic shop place, ok? When you’re finished, you can come pick me up.” He could feel his nerves vibrating inside him. “I really need to smell some oils, and get calm again. I feel like I might blow up, inside.”

Steve saw that Ghost was getting a little twitchy, his eyes darting around, and his cheeks flushing.

“Yeah, ok…we can do that,” Steve said, knowing that Ghost could go into full blown panic mode at any second. “We’re gonna let this guy help us.”

They went over to the man’s car. As they got in, Steve asked, “Can we drop Ghost off at the shop down the road, first?”

“Sure, no problem, and the tire store isn’t far. Sorry about your car, man. You should see if there were any witnesses…those kind of vandals shouldn’t get away with that shit. Mine was slashed awhile back, right in my own driveway…never did know who did it.”

“Well, thanks for helping out. We’ll pay you for your trouble,” Steve said.

“Nope, won’t take your money. Just help out someone else some day.”

They let Ghost out, and continued on their way.

Ghost went inside the little new age shop. The owner saw immediately that something was wrong. “Ghost…what’s happened?” she asked, coming over to him and taking his hands in hers. She could feel the tension, as he squeezed her hands, hard. “Come sit down…what can I get you…tea…a potion?” she asked.

“I need some tea, yes,” Ghost said. “And I need an oil to smell…something that will calm me down, ’cause I’m about ready to explode.” He took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

“Ok, you sit here, and try to relax. Everything will be fine,” she said, then went to prepare the items.

Just being in there was soothing. He felt himself relaxing more, as the tension slowly eased.

“Here ya go, Ghost,” the lady said, handing him the cup of hot tea, and small vial of oil. He took a sip of the tea, and then opened the oil to take a deep sniff.

“Ahh, that’s just what I needed,” he said. He told her of what had just happened.

Shaking her head, she said, “Ghost, I just don’t understand people like that. All I can say, is something made them bitter, mean, and bigoted. There will always be haters. I get some of that in here, too. I try to ignore most of it, unless there is damage. I hate to say it, but it happens quite often in this area of town. I’ve seen car windows shot out, and tires slashed, and even my store here was broken into last year. I’d relocate if I could, but it’s not possible right now. The business people stick together, but we can’t stop all of it.”

“I’m sorry y’all have trouble over here,” Ghost said. “We don’t have much of that in Missing Mile, ’cause it’s so little, and everybody knows everybody. Steve’s really mad, though. He wants to find out who did it.” He sighed, and drank more of his tea. “He won’t find them, though.”

“Probably not, Ghost,” she said. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah, guess so. I’m still sad, but I probably won’t explode, now.” He looked up into her eyes. “Those people in the store were thinking bad things about us,” he said. “I love Steve, and I don’t care who knows it. I mind my own business, and don’t think bad things about anyone. It just hurts, when they do.”

“Oh, Ghost,” she said, reaching over giving him a hug.

“I’ll be ok, but it might be later,” he said.

“Well, anytime you want to talk about things, you just get in touch with me, ok?”

“Ok, I will,” Ghost said. “Can I look around some? I maybe need to get stuff.”

“Sure, look all you want. I’ll be over at the counter.”

Ghost got up and went to browse around the little shop. He wanted to get Steve another Christmas present, but this wasn’t Steve’s kind of store. He did find a gift for Zach and Trevor, and even Kinsey and Terry. He brought up his choices to the counter, to be rung up.

“Hope you have a nice Christmas, Ghost,” the lady said.

“Thanks, you too. You’re really nice to us,” Ghost said, taking the bag of presents.

Just then, Steve came in. “Hi,” he said, “Ghost giving you any trouble, today?”

“No, we get along great,” she said, laughing. “He told me what happened, Steve. Sorry to hear it.”

“Thanks,” Steve said. “Everything is taken care of, now…but, it pisses me off that they can get away with doing that…just one of those things, I guess.”

“You ready to go, Ghost?”

Ghost nodded, and said, “I got presents in here, for our friends.”

“Yeah? That’s cool; well, the car is out front…got new tires put on, and I’m ready to go home,” Steve said.

“Bye,” Ghost said to the lady, and they went outside. “We can’t go home, yet, Steve. We have to go to the print shop.”

“Oh, man…I almost forgot about that,” Steve said.

“You did forget,” Ghost said, and laughed.

“Well, thanks for reminding me,” Steve said, and so drove over to the printing store.

As they walked into the shop, the clerk said, “Hey there, just in time. Your flyers are ready. Take a look.” He pulled out a finished page.

Steve smiled. “These look great, man…better than my drawing of it, that’s for sure.”

“If you want, I’ll put one up in our window. I can also tack some up around town, too.”

“Sure, take some…we’d appreciate it. Hope you get to come.”

Getting back in the car, Steve asked, “Can we go home, now, Ghost?”

“Yeah, we can,” Ghost said. “Was it much trouble to fix the tires?”

“Well, the whole thing was trouble, Ghost, but no…it was ok. I just bought some new ones, and the guy who drove us helped me put them on. At least somebody in this town is nice.”

“There’s more than one,” Ghost said. “Are you still mad?”

“Yes, at whoever did this, but that’s all. You’re right, there’s more than one nice person here.”

Ghost thought a minute, then said, “I don’t want to go to that store, again. It has bad feelings, now.”

Steve glanced over at Ghost, who was staring out the side window. “Aw, Ghost, the store’s ok…it was just those people, this one time.”

“Well, maybe…” Ghost said.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 182

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE

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Steve got out of the car, and going around back, removed the spare tire and jack, from the trunk. “This crappy car is giving me grief every day now,” he said, and kicked the fender. “I think it’s about time to trade it in, Ghost…I swear…” He got busy changing the tire.

Ghost was trying not to blurt out his secret. “It’ll be ok. Just get a new tire, Steve.”

“Guess I’ll have to, for now,” Steve said, as he finished up, and slammed down the trunk. “There’s too much other stuff to do right now.” He got back in the car, shaking his head, and wiping sweat off his face. “Maybe after Christmas, we can go car shopping.”

Starting up the engine, again, he sped off down the highway to their house. Ghost was relieved that he wasn’t going to go looking at new cars, today. Finally at home, Steve spread out all the loose pages of all their songs.

“Do you think we should include any of the old songs from the cassette, in the show’s playlist?” Steve asked.

“Well, yeah, everyone likes those,” Ghost said.

“But, we only have an hour or so, then Zach will do his set. I don’t know, maybe Gumbo will go on first. Anyway, there not enough time to do them all.”

“We’re not doing all the new ones live, though…just some, so I think we can do it,” Ghost said.

“Oh, yeah…guess you’re right.” After looking at the pages awhile, he said, “Ok, these are my choices. What do ya think?”

Ghost looked them over. “Well, I really want to do this one, and this one,” he said pointing out a couple. “If we can fit these in, then all the rest are ok with me.”

“Good, it’s finished, then. I’m calling Terry to let him know,” Steve said. They talked a few minutes, and Terry was on board with the choices.

“He’s good with these, and he’ll let R. J. know,” Steve said. “So, do ya want to go into Raleigh tomorrow, and see if the print shop guy still wants to do the flyers for us?”

“Yeah, sure,” Ghost said, “and can we go to the thrift store, too?”

“Sure, I guess so. Is there something you need?”

“Well, mostly I won’t know until I see it, if I need it,” Ghost explained.

“That makes some kind of sense…I think,” Steve said. He picked up his guitar, and began going over a song. Ghost settled on the couch, at one end, and sang along to the notes Steve played. At first, he sang quietly, the words coming back to him, then louder. Soon, he couldn’t sit still, so jumped up and danced around the room, at one point picking up Spirit, dancing him around, too. Singing was Ghost’s passion, and it’d been too long since they’d had a show.

Steve kept playing, and singing along on his parts, late into the night. “Ok, that’s all I can do tonight,” he said after awhile. “My fingers are getting sore.”

“Me too, my thorat is getting crackly, too,” Ghost said. He got a big glass of water. “I’m going to bed,” he said.

“Steve locked up and turned out the lights. Looking in at Ghost, he said, “Remember, we’re getting up kinda early in the morning.”

“Ok, I remember,” Ghost said, already half asleep.

Steve shook his head, knowing it would be really hard for either of them to get up early.

~

The next morning, not bright and early, they did manage to get up and about. On the road to Raleigh by ten, was not bad…for them, anyway, Steve figured. The first stop was at the printing company. The same guy who helped with the book, was at the counter.

“Hey guys,” he said. “Need some more printing done?”

“Yeah, if you can,” Steve said. He showed him the sketch of how they wanted the flyers done.

“No problem…we can get these out probably by late afternoon. Can you stick around town awhile and pick them up about five?” the clerk asked.

Steve asked Ghost what he thought. “Do you want to stay in town, until they’re done, or come back tomorrow to pick them up?”

“We can do some things here, awhile, so let’s stay,” Ghost said.

Steve told the guy, who said he’d get started on the printing job. “Maybe I’ll come see y’all play.”

“Ok, everyone is welcome,” Steve said. “The address is on there, but you can’t miss it…it’s the only club in town.” He laughed at the truth of that.

After leaving the print shop, they went to eat lunch at a pizza place. Their order took awhile, as the place was crowded, but they weren’t in any big hurry, now. After eating they drove over to the nearby thrift store. As they entered, they could see it was promoting Christmas items for sale.

“Look, Steve…look at all the decorations,” Ghost said, taking it all in.

“Yeah, sure is a lot of them,” Steve said, but wasn’t really looking at the decorations, as much as he was watching Ghost. He smiled, seeing him so enraptured by the shiny ornaments, the fake trees, and the pretend presents on the displays.

“It kinda even smells like Christmas,” Ghost said. “Don’t ya think so…like cinnamon, and evergreens.”

Steve wrinkled his nose. “I can’t really tell. All I smell is funky used clothes, books, and stuff.”

They made their way deeper into the store, each going to their favorite sections. Steve had to check out the t-shirt racks, looking for more black ones. Ghost tried on some leather cowboy boots, some sheepskin and fleece ones, and some canvas sneakers, he thought he could write on. He threw them all into a basket. Spying an arrangement of scarves, he decided he needed one of those, too.

Over in the shirt section, Steve had several logo t-shirts picked out. He found one concert tee from an Aerosmith show, and knew he and Steven Tyler would get along just fine. Ghost came up to see what Steve had found.

“Did ya find me anything good?” he asked Steve.

“No, I wasn’t looking for you…you can look for yourself.” He put his items in the basket, with Ghost’s things. “Hey, what’s all this girl stuff doing in here?” he asked, picking up the UGG boots, and scarf.

“What girl stuff?” asked Ghost.

“These…” Steve said, holding them up.

Ghost shrugged. “Nobody said they are.”

“Yeah, they did…I did,” Steve said.

“Well, so what if they are? I like them,” Ghost said.

“Oookay, as long as you like them, I guess so…” Steve said. “So what are you gonna put in the middle? You’ve got the scarf at the top, and the boots at the bottom…what’s in between? Are you going to go naked in the middle?” He laughed.

Ghost frowned. “No, there’ll be some middle stuff, I’m pretty sure. I just haven’t found it, yet.”

“Well, go find something, then let’s go. “I’m ready to check out.”

“Ok,” Ghost said, and wandered off back into the store.

Steve went over to the book shelves, while Ghost found a few shirts, some cut off jeans, and a hoodie to try on. The tank tops didn’t suit him, as he didn’t like showing his arms, but the other things, he threw into the basket. Now he had some middle stuff.

“Ok, I’m finished looking,” Ghost said, when he found Steve again. Steve put a few books in the basket, too, and they made their way to the check-out area. On the way, Ghost couldn’t resist choosing a few shiny ornaments to put on the Christmas tree they planned on getting.

“We really need to get a tree,” he said.

“We will. Let’s wait until after we have the show, ok?” Steve said.

As they waited in the long line, for their turn, Steve scanned one of the books, while Ghost was fidgeting and getting antsy, as usual. He kept noticing random words coming into his mind, from the people in line behind them. They were not nice words. He tried to ignore them, but he couldn’t shut them all out…the derogatory slurs, and laughter. They were not actual spoken out loud words, but just the thoughts of the people in line, as they stared at Steve and himself.

Steve, of course, could not hear any of this, but did notice that Ghost had grown quiet, and still. That was unusual, so he asked. “Ghost? What’s the matter?” Ghost had a strange look on his face…a bit sad, a bit mad.

“Those people…” Ghost said, in a low voice. “All of them are saying bad things about us, in their heads.”

Steve looked back at the line of people, which was getting longer and more restless. “Just ignore them,” he said.

“But it makes me sad, and mad, too. I want to tell them to stop, Steve.”

Steve was afraid Ghost would actually start a scene. “Don’t say anything to them…bigots don’t deserve our attention. Let’s just mind our own business, and leave.”

Ghost wasn’t satisfied, and gave each person he could catch the eye of, a hard stare. A couple of them looked like they’d like to start something, too. But, as it was their turn to check out, Steve began putting their items on the counter, and distracted Ghost, long enough to pay, and leave the store.

As they walked to the car, they discussed the situation they’d encountered. Nearing the car, however, Steve started frowning, and walking faster. “What the hell?” he yelled. The car had been vandalized.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace }i{

© 2017 BS

***

This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 181

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Steve finished watching the tv show, then made Ghost a sandwich, for when he got out of the shower. When Ghost did finish, and come out, he was naked, except for a towel wrapped low on his hips, and he was drying his hair with another. Steve watched him. He’s such a skinny little bitch…eats like a horse, hungry all the time, and never gains any weight. And, I’ve gained some lately…hope I don’t squish him, when I lay on him… That gave him a familiar stirring, at the thought of laying on Ghost, fresh and warm from his shower. I need to get him dirty, again…like now… He licked his lips.

Ghost looked up, just then…”What?”

Steve grinned. “Come here…”

“Why?” Ghost grinned, as he backed up down the hallway.

“‘Cause I want you,” Steve said, getting up from the couch, and slowly walking toward him.

“You have to catch me first,” Ghost said, turning, and running for the bedroom.

Steve ran after him, tackling him onto the bed. The smell of Ghost’s freshly washed body, and wet hair made Steve ache with need. He turned Ghost over to face him, and kissed him deeply, as the towel fell away. They spent the rest of the afternoon in bed, exploring each other as if it was the first time. Finally, exhausted, they fell asleep.

~

After breakfast the next morning, they got ready to go visit Kinsey and Terry.

“Do you think they’ll look different?” Ghost asked.

“Huh? Why would they look different?” Steve asked.

“Oh, ’cause they’ve been gone, and people and things change all the time, ya know…every day even,” Ghost said. “You know when we were on our road trip, and then we came back? Our house looked different…changed. It took a few days to get used to it again. And even then, Kinsey and Terry was changed a little. We had to get used to them again, too. Didn’t you notice it, Steve?”

Steve thought a few minutes. “Yeah, I see what you mean. I never thought much about it before, though.”

“Uh-huh, everything changes. Sometimes just a little bit, so you hardly notice, but if you don’t see someone for awhile, it’s easy to see,” Ghost explained.

Steve nodded, “Guess we’ll see in a minute then, ’cause we’re here.” He had just pulled into a parking space, behind the Yew.

“Wait…” Ghost said. “They’ll see us, too, and see that we’re changed.”

Steve shrugged. “Yeah, so what? If what you’re saying happens to everyone, then yeah, we changed to them, too.”

Frowning, Ghost said, “But it’s too weird, Steve…’cause I didn’t see you changing.” Ghost was looing a bit worried, now.

“Dude, you brought it up…what’s the problem?” Steve asked.

“I just feel itchy.”

“Huh?”

Ghost scratched at his arms. “I think I can feel myself changing, and it itches me.”

Steve gave him a look. “Get out of the car, Ghost…you’re obsessing over this…just stop it.”

“Don’t you feel itchy, Steve?” Ghost said, but got out of the car, anyway.

“No, and stop scratching…they’ll think ya got fleas.”

Steve pushed open the door to the Yew. Kinsey and Terry were sitting at a table talking. “There y’all are. Come on in, guys,” Kinsey said.

“Hey, Kinsey…Terry…good to see y’all made it back in one piece,” Steve said, pulling up a chair.

“Hey,” Ghost said, still scratching, as he stood by the table.

Terry and Kinsey looked at him. “Pull up a chair, Ghost,” Terry said.

“I can’t right now,” Ghost said.

Kinsey looked over at Steve. “Why? What’s wrong with him?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “He’s itchy.”

“It’s ’cause I’m changing, Steve. Can’t you see that?”

“Well, go over yonder to do your changing, then,” said Steve, pointing to the other side of the room. “When you’re finished, you can come back and sit down. They want to tell us about their vacation.”

Ghost looked pouty, and heaved a sigh. “Fine, but don’t say anything good ’til I get back,” he said. He went over to his writing wall. He began to write about changing.

“What’s that all about?” asked Kinsey.

Steve explained, and they all laughed.

“Stop laughing…it’s real,” Ghost hollered over at them.

“Good to see you, Steve…even if you have changed,” said Terry. “Thanks for looking after my place.”

“Yeah, same here,” Kinsey said.

“No problem…it was pretty quiet here, while you were gone,” Steve said.

“It’s good to be back home. We had a great vacation, though. We sure needed that break, for sure,” said Kinsey.

“When do ya plan on opening up the club, again?” Steve asked.

“I’m hoping to by the weekend. I’ll have to order fresh supplies in here, then it’s back to business, as usual.”

Steve nodded. “We were planning on doing a show, soon. Do you figure this Saturday…or should we wait until the next one?”

“Let’s have it a week from this Saturday,” Kinsey said. “Sound ok?”

“Yeah, we need to rehearse a little…get in the groove again,” Steve said, then looked at Terry. “You gonna get with R. J. and let him know?”

Terry nodded. “Yeah, I’ll let him know. You can get back with us with the details.”

Ghost came back over to the table, and sat down.

“Ya through changing?” Steve asked, a smirk on his face.

“No, not yet, but I feel left out. I want to hear about the places y’all went.”

“We had a lot of good times,” Kinsey said. “Let me go get my camera, I’ll show ya some pictures.” He went upstairs to get it. When he got back, they all looked, while Kinsey gave a run-down on what and where they were. “I’ll get some of these printed out and hang them up in here, so everyone can see.”

“I got some too,” Terry said. “Look, here’s one at Disneyland. We were on this roller coaster. Kinsey screamed the whole ride. This one was just before it took off.” He and the others laughed.

“Here’s us at the Statue of Liberty. I wanted to go to the top, but Kinsey didn’t want to walk that far.” They looked through more, and finally saw one of Kinsey with his catch, from the deep sea fishing trip.

“That sure was fun,” Kinsey said.

“Did ya eat it?” Ghost asked.

“No, we threw them back.”

“Good,” Ghost said.

They talked awhile longer, then got up to leave. Terry, Steve and Ghost walked over to the record shop. “I’ll let ya know for sure what we’re playing, by tomorrow, Terry,” Steve said. “We should have a run through, sometime in the next few days.”

“Ok, just let me know. I’ll give R. J. a head’s up,” Terry said.

~

Steve drove off down the highway toward home. “We really need to get this show figured out,” he said. “Lots to do…decide our songs, get the flyers made up, practice, make sure all the CDs and books are ready and haul them over to the club.” He kept itemizing things.

“So, who’s gonna sell our stuff, if we’re all on stage?” Ghost asked.

“This made Steve stop and think a minute. “Ya know, I never thought about that.”

“Well, if we’re all playing the show, and Kinsey is busy with the bar stuff, who’s left?” Ghost asked.

“Maybe we can just set them up at one end of the bar, and Kinsey can ring up a sale, when he does the beer sales?” Steve  said.

Ghost shrugged, “I don’t know…maybe. Or one of the kids could help out…or just put a box for the money and they can stuff it in when they buy one?”

Sighing, Steve said, “This is getting complicated…not like I pictured it, at all.”

“Well, Steve, I’m out of ideas. You think of something, then,” Ghost said.

Just then the car lurched to the side, and the familiar flap, flap sound of a flat tire resonated through the car. Steve pulled over and stopped.

“Damn it,” he yelled, and pounded the steering wheel.

~

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All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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Still being wide awake, even at the late hour, Ghost made himself a cup of hot tea, with a preventative dose of headache powder in it, and a peanut butter sandwich. Taking a blanket, too, he went out front to settle in on the porch swing. Rocking back and forth, he looked up at the stars. Being so far from town, it was very dark at night, and they shone brightly in the sky. The tea and blanket warmed him, and he could faintly smell the incense he’d lit earlier, as it drifted out through the screen door. It was peaceful and quiet, and gave him time to think.

He didn’t really want to know what Steve was planning for his Christmas present, at least until it was time to know. He hoped he could not read Steve’s mind for awhile. He’d try, anyway. He was happy for the way the day had turned out, too, and he kept thinking of it. After awhile, he did go in to get ready for bed. He looked in on Steve, finding him sound asleep.

Grabbing his journal, he wrote about his day for awhile, then turned out the light. He was asleep in a matter of minutes.

~

The next morning Steve was feeling good as new, and made a huge breakfast for them. He was singing to Spirit as he flipped pancakes. Ghost had awakened, and made his way down the hall to the kitchen doorway. He watched Steve for a few minutes; Steve didn’t know he was there. When he turned around, he jumped, as he saw Ghost standing there.

“Ghost…you scared me. How long ya been there?”

“Long enough to see ya dancing around.” Ghost laughed.

“Well, it’ll be ready in a few mintues. Sit down and I’ll fix you a plate.”

Ghost did, and Spirit jumped in his lap. Stroking the soft fur, Ghost asked the cat, in baby talk, “Did kitty get something to eat? Did silly ‘ol Steve give you a bite?”

Steve laughed, as he looked over at them. Ghost’s hair was a tangled mess, and the clothes he’d slept in were mismatched…baggy, flannel pj bottoms, printed with green and red Santa faces on a black background, an orange and blue striped t-shirt, turned inside out, and on his feet, he had the gag gift fuzzy, pink elephant slippers that Steve had gotten for him three years ago. Steve just shook his head in wonder.

“You look like something the cat dragged in. Did you even look at yourself?”

Ghost sneered and sipped his coffee, while shooting Steve the finger.

“Okay, okay,” Steve said. Still laughing, he put the plate of food in front of Ghost. “Here, eat,” he said. “You in a mood, today?”

“No, are you?”

“Yeah, a good one,” Steve said. “That remedy you gave me didn’t kill me, and it really did work.”

“Good,” Ghost said, through a mouthful of pancake. “I told ya.”

“So, I’m going secret shopping today, right after I eat,” Steve said. He looked at Ghost, seeing if he’d get a reaction.

“I’m trying real hard here, Steve…real hard.”

“Real hard?”

“Yeah, to block out your secret, happy shopping thoughts.”

“Oh, guess that’s why you’re not talking like a magpie this morning, huh?” Steve made a talking motion with his hand.

“Stop it…really…just hurry up and go already.”

“Yeah, I will. I’m done eating, anyway,” Steve said. He grabbed his keys, gave Ghost a hug and a kiss, and was out the door.

“Finally,” Ghost said, breathing a sigh of relief. “Okay, cat, we’ve got the house to ourselves. What’cha wanna do now?”

“Meow?”

“Yeah, me too. It’s TV time.” Ghost poured himself another cup of coffee, and settled on the couch with Spirit. Flipping the channels, he had fairly good reception this morning, on the three channels they had.

“Hmm, looks like we got a game show, cartoons, and a cooking show…what’cha think?”

“Meow?” Spirit kneaded the blanket on the couch.

“Okay, cartoons for us today.” Ghost laughed at the cat, and after watching a few minutes of the show, they both fell back asleep.

~

Steve had left the house, heading down the highway to Raleigh. Sometimes he wished there was another big city that was closer, something different to drive toward, but he’d find what he wanted just fine, anyway. After going by the bank, he found the store he wanted, and went inside. Speaking to the store manager, he explained what he wanted for Ghost’s gift. He had a specific idea, and the owner said he’d have it finished in time for Christmas. He’d laughed at the string measure Steve had brought in, but assured Steve it was no problem.

Since this hadn’t taken very long, Steve just walked around the downtown area for awhile, looking at Christmas displays, and going into a couple of shops to buy a few more gifts. He wanted to get some more things for Ghost, and also something for Terry, Kinsey, Zach, and Trevor. His shopping done, he headed home. He hoped Ghost had managed okay,and that he could stop thinking about the gift, now.

He pulled up into his driveway. All was quiet. Opening the front door, he saw that Ghost and Spirit were sound asleep on the old couch. The TV was still playing cartoons, and it seemed they’d not moved at all since breakfast a few hours ago.

“Hey, wake up, Ghost,” he said, as he sat down beside him on the couch. “I’m back.”

“Huh?” Ghost rubbed his eyes. “Already?”

“Yeah, have you been asleep this whole time? It’s almost lunch time.”

“Mmm, I guess so.”

“Well, you can keep sleeping, if you want to. It’s fine with me, but I’m gonna get a sandwich. If you want one let me know,” Steve said. He went into the kitchen.

“Do we want one, Spirit?”

The cat just opened one eye, and didn’t get up.

“Yeah, me neither.” Ghost closed his eyes to try to go back to sleep.

Steve came back to the couch, with his sandwich, chips, and a drink.

“Scootch over some. I want to sit down and watch TV,” Steve said.

Ghost complained, but moved more to one end of the couch. Spirit had had enough, and stalked off to the bedroom. Steve flipped the channel from cartoons to a fishing show.

“Hey, we need to do that again,” he said. “Want to?”

“No, and be quiet, I’m sleeping,” Ghost said. Steve shrugged, and kept watching, but then the phone rang. He jumped up to get it from the kitchen where he’d left it.

It was Kinsey on the line. “Hey, Steve, we’re back home. We just got in to town.”

“Oh, hey Kinsey. You’re home?”

“Yep, I’m unpacking right now. Thanks for watching the club for me, and getting the mail. I’m beat, so I’m staying in tonight, but y’all come around tomorrow. I’ll tell ya all about the trip,” Kinsey said.

“Okay, we’ll do that. Glad you’re back.”

“Kinsey and Terry are home,” Steve told Ghost. “Let’s go over there tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Ghost mumbled. “I’m hungry, now, Steve. Fix me a sandwich.” He still had his eyes closed.

“Thought you were gonna sleep some more.”

“Well, I can’t with all this noise going on,” he said, as he sat up. “Never mind, I’ll get it myself.” He got up, and wobbled a little on his way to the bathroom.

Steve heard him yelling as he ran right back out. “What’s the matter?”

“There’s a crazy person in there. It looks like a berserk clown, with nasty hair,” Ghost said.

Steve started laughing.

“Why’d ya let me look so stupid, Steve?” He was laughing too, at himself.

“Oh, God, Ghost…you did that all on your own.”

Steve was still laughing at the berserk clown comment.

“Well, I gotta go fix myself,” Ghost said. He went back to start the water running for a shower.

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All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 179

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“We had better food and ice cream than you did, too,” Ghost said, still telling Steve about what he and Zach had done.

“Man, I should have gone with y’all, instead of over to Trevor’s house. I like the day you had,” Steve said.

“Me, too…and we might do it again someday,” Ghost said, as he gathered up his things from the table.

“So, you and Zach are buddy-buddy, now?

“What’s that?”

“Friends.”

“Oh, I guess so. He said I was fun to hang out with.”

“That’s nice…just watch him…he better not go making any moves on you,” Steve said.

Ghost shook his head. He took his things off into the living room, where he lit an incense stick, and placed the crystal on the table with the others.

“Now, y’all get along. Y’all have to live on this here table, and be friends,” Ghost said.

Steve snickered, again.

~

When Zach reached his and Trevor’s house, he found Trevor sitting on the couch, just staring into space. “Hey, Trev, what’s the matter?” he asked.

“Zach, I’ve had a long day,” Trevor said, and took a deep breath.

“Why…was it that hard to keep Steve busy?”

Trevor looked at Zach, his eyes dazed. “Yeah, it was. He was suspicious from the time he got over here. I kept making up things to do…just stupid stuff. Oh, he went along with it, but every few minutes, he said he’d better go. He didn’t like leaving Ghost alone.”

“Damn, sorry Dude…thanks for doing it, though.”

“Yeah, well…how did it go with you and Ghost?” Trevor asked.

Zach smiled. “It went surprisingly well. Ghost and I went to the junk yard, and he got Steve’s old car back. It’s being repaired, right now. He’ll have it by Christmas eve. We ate lunch at this crazy Cajun restaurant, and it was really good.” He got up to go to the kitchen. Grabbing a beer for them both, he came back and sat down on the couch.

“We went to a hippie store that Ghost likes.”

“A hippie store?”

“Yeah, it’s got crystals, incense, stuff like that. Here, I’ll show you what I bought.” He brought the bag over, and pulled out his purchases. “This book tells all kinds of things about the crystals, and what they’re good for, and about herbal remedies, and a bunch of other way out there stuff.” He laughed, seeing the expression on Trevor’s face.

Trevor picked up the crystal Zach had bought. “You really going to get serious about this?”

“Well, probably not as much as Ghost, but yeah, it’s pretty interesting. I’ll try it…sure…”

“How did you and Ghost get along?”

“Oh, we hit it off, actually. He’s pretty cool…funny…and he’s a lot smarter than I gave him credit for. I know he has his brain problems, but when he’s clear headed, he’s a real decent guy,” Zach said.

“So he didn’t act crazy, today, or flip out?”

“Nope, not once…and he even told me he was trying hard not to. There was one point though, when he saw Steve’s smashed up car…he pretty much lost it. Cried for what Steve had gone through.” Zach shook his head. “That was tough.”

They sat there awhile longer, going over things they’d done that day. “Did Steve mention what he was getting Ghost for Christmas?”

“No, I didn’t bring anything up to do with Christmas, and he didn’t either. Guess we’ll find out later. And…hint, hint…what are you getting me…and what do you want?” Trevor asked.

“Uh, really, Trevor, I don’t need anything,” Zach said. “I already have you, and we got rid of that bad stuff at the old house. But, what do you want?”

“Nothing but you,” Trevor said, with a grin.

“You…you already have me,” Zach said. He pushed Trevor down on the couch, and kissed him. “And, I’m ready for you to have me right now.” He smiled, and helped Trevor up. They made their way to the bedroom, and didn’t surface again until morning.

~

Ghost had made popcorn for them, and they watched movies for awhile. Every so often, one of them would throw a piece, for Spirit to chase, which made them laugh. Ghost was in a good mood, after his shopping trip to Raleigh, and the present for Steve had been settled. Steve kept planning in his head, his secret trip to get Ghost’s gift, and every time he thought of it, he’d try to block it at the same time, so Ghost wouldn’t hear.

Finally, he had had this conflict so long, he developed a headache. “Ghost, I’m going to bed. This headache is killing me,” Steve said. “You can finish watching this movie by yourself.”

“You want some headache powder? It’s fresh.”

“Are you sure it won’t kill me?” Steve asked.

“I’m sure. I’ll go get it ready,” Ghost said, going into the kitchen to make a cup of hot tea, to put the remedy in.

Steve went to his bed, waiting for Ghost. “Don’t think, don’t think…” he kept repeating to himself.

Ghost came in, handing the cup of tea to Steve. “Don’t think about what?”

Steve had to say something to throw Ghost off. “Oh, uh…don’t think about this stuff you’re giving me,” he finally said.

Ghost gave him a look. “That’s not it, Steve, but fine…if you don’t want to tell me, then don’t. Now, drink this…all of it. You’ll feel better soon.”

“Ok,” Steve said, and took a tiny sip. “The thing is, Ghost, there’s a secret I have to keep from you…for Christmas, and I want it to be a surprise. And, it’s so hard, when you read my thoughts, and I try not to think of it, but it keeps getting my head.” He took another sip. “And, that’s why my head is hurting.”

Ghost frowned. “Steve, I’m sorry you’re having trouble with this. I’ll try not to, ok? I don’t want to read your secrets. I don’t mean to, and I’ll try to block it out.”

“I know you don’t mean to…don’t worry about it,” Steve said. “I think tomorrow I’m going to go on my shopping trip, for your present. Then I can quit worrying about it.”

“Ok…now finish drinking your tea, and go to sleep. Everything will be better in the morning. Me and Spirit will be fine while you’re gone.” He leaned over and kissed Steve. “Night…”

“Night, Ghost,” Steve said, and gulped the rest of the tea. Ghost turned out the light, and went back to the living room. The movie was still playing, but he’d lost interest in it, now. It was still fairly early…dark out, but not yet late enough for him to be sleepy. He’d never taken the nap he’d planned on earlier, but he was wide awake now, anyway.

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All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 178

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Ghost gave Zach directions to the little new age shop in the downtown area. As Ghost pushed open the door, the smell of sweet incense greeted them. Zach looked around, wide eyed, at the shelves of brightly colored goods for sale.

“Hey, Ghost…how are you?” the owner said. “Fighting any more demons?”

“No, not anymore,” Ghost said. “This here is my friend, Zach. It was him and his boyfriend’s house that had the evil spirits, but we got rid of them, and now it’s gone…the house is all gone.”

She smiled, and shook Zach’s hand. “Well, hi Zach. You’ve got a real friend here, with Ghost. Don’t let him get away.”

Zach smiled, too. “You’ve got a really neat shop.”

“Y’all look around, and if you need any help, just holler,” she said.

Ghost showed Zach around the small shop, pointing out where the incense was, and the potions, books, and knick-knacks, that crowded the shelves. Going over to a display case, Ghost considered the crystals for sale.

“You gonna buy something?” Zach asked.

“Yep, I always do. I’m liking these crystals. They’re real powerful, ya know,” Ghost said.

“Well, I never thought about it before…about crystals,” Zach said, as he looked them over.

“I have a big one at home, and I have a geode. They’re on the hall table, and we smashed a vampire with the big one, one time,” Ghost said, as if it was an every day thing to do.

“Oh, yeah,” Zach said, “I think I remember y’all telling us about that. Maybe I should get one for me and Trevor. Will any of them do?”

“It depends on what you want to do with it…they all have different meanings.” Ghost pointed out one. Here’s one you could get for house protection.” It was a medium sized one. “Oh, here’s one you wear on a chain necklace. It’s a prism cut.”

“I think I’ll get them both,” Zach said. “I’m really digging this stuff.”

Ghost was enjoying showing Zach around, and telling him about all the different things…things that were so familiar to himself.  “Zach, I could go on telling you about this stuff all day. I love it all. I’ve used all these thing since I was a kid, and my grandmother showed me. But, you probably don’t want to hear me all day.”

He picked up a book from a table. “Look, here’s where it tells all about crystals, and stones, and all kinds of cool things…if you want to learn some more.”

Zach took the book, and flipped through the pages. “Yes, I’ll take this, too.” He was thinking this would be his new hobby.

Ghost smiled, at hearing Zach’s thought. “I think you’ll like it. I need to get some remedies, and oils from behind the counter.” He called to the lady, who measured out all the items Ghost mentioned. They took their selections up to the counter, and checked out, both leaving with a large bag.

“Ok, guess we can go home, now,” Ghost said, then grinned. “Except…let’s get ice cream first.”

“Are you hungry again, already?”

No, I just want some, ’cause it’s so good, and I know this place we can get some,” Ghost said.

“Ok, let’s do it,” Zach said, as he drove off in search of the ice cream place.

They sat in the car while they ate it. “This has been a lot of fun, Ghost. I was a little nervous about it, but you, my man, are a lot of fun to hang with.”

“Really?” Ghost asked. “Well, so are you, and I was nervous, too. I thought you’d be all critical and stuffy, and go like…I have to humor Ghost so he won’t act crazy.” He grinned. “I tried real hard not to, ya know.”

Zach laughed at that statement. “I’m glad I got to know you better, Ghost. Steve’s very lucky to have you. So, you ready to roll?” He started up the car, and drove toward the highway, back to Missing Mile.

“I’m going to call Trevor…see if Steve’s still over there. We gotta sneak you back in the house,” Zach said. He made the call, and found out Steve was still there, and he’d have time to drive Ghost home, before Steve found out he’d been gone.

“I’m getting worried, Zach.”

“Why?”

“Well, Steve is going to ask me what I did all day. I don’t ever lie to him, so what do I do?”

“Well…just say the truth…” Zach said. “Say I came over to say hi, and we decided to go shopping in Raleigh…and we ate lunch. That’s the truth. And, you have the things you bought from the shop, anyway. Just leave out the car stuff we did, ok?”

Ghost was nodding. “Yes, we did do that, and it won’t be lying at all.” He yawned, “I need a nap, now.”

“Me too,” Zach said. “I’m going to drop you off at your house, then head home and crash. We’ll have to hang out together some more, too.”

At the house, Ghost got out of the car, and they said their good-byes. He went inside, and not long after, Steve came home. Ghost was at the table, looking through his purchases, as Steve came in.

“Man, what a day,” Steve said. He came up behind Ghost, giving him a hug. “Hey, what ‘cha got there?”

“Just some things I bought at that little shop in Raleigh,” Ghost said, trying hard not to blurt out the real reason he’d been in the city.

“How did ya get there?”

“Oh, after you left this morning, Zach came by to say hi, and talk about the show and all. I asked him if he wanted to drive me to Raleigh, so I could buy stuff…so he did.” He pushed around the things on the table, rearranging them. “He bought stuff, too, and Steve…we found a real good Cajun restaurant, and we ate lunch there. You have to go, sometime.”

“Well, it sounds like you had a good time…better than I had,” Steve said, shaking his head. “I’ll tell ya, that Trevor was up to something. That furniture moving deal…that was crazy.”

“You didn’t move any?”

“Yeah, we did, but it wasn’t much. Then he kept suggesting odd things…like he wanted to draw my picture…for a comic book, of all things, and so he did. Turned out pretty good, too. Then we ordered a pizza, and he got to talking about his time in the orphanage, and foster homes.” Steve sighed. “Then he wanted to play cards…just a random bunch of stuff.”

“I think he just didn’t want to be alone, today,” Ghost said.

“Yeah, maybe that was it.” Steve looked at the group of things on the table. Holding up a small, clear envelope, he asked, “What’s this for?” Inside was a powdery substance.

“This one? Well, it says powdered willow bark, right on it,” Ghost said.

“And…what’s it for?”

“Oh, it’s for when you hurt…like a headache, or you have a sore muscle, things like that. And, you only take a pinch at a time, in some hot tea, or even just lemon water,” Ghost said.

“Oh, aspirin, then…” Steve said.

“Well, I don’t know about that, but it’s real strong, so you have to be careful,” Ghost explained.

“How can you remember all this stuff? It’s not even labeled very good.”

Ghost shrugged, “I just do. Oh, look at this…I got a crystal…for house protection.” Ghost held up the blocky gem.

Steve took it, turning it over and over, to see all sides. “Thought we already had one of these.”

“Yeah, but it’s been used a lot, already, so it’s not as effective…ya know?”

Steve snickered. “So, these things have an expiration date?”

“Stop it, Steve…gimme that back,” Ghost grabbed the stone. “Don’t laugh…it’s true, but they can get weaker. So, I have to get fully charged ones, sometimes.”

“Oh…like a battery, then?” Steve kept on teasing.

Ghost rolled his eyes, and sighed. “I guess so, since you evidently know so much about ’em.”

Steve lightly punched Ghost’s arm. “You know I’m kidding, don’t ya?”

“Um-hmm, well, anyway Zach got some too, and he was all interested in hearing me tell about this stuff. He even got a book to study.”

“Really?”

“Yep, and we got incense…see?” Ghost held up a package, and smelled it. “Here, smell…what do you think?”

Steve took a sniff, and coughed. “That, smells good,” he coughed again.

Ghost narrowed his eyes, staring at Steve, waiting for a wisecrack, but Steve thought better than to say any more.

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All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 177

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At the junkyard’s counter, Zach said, “We don’t know the date, but do you have records that go back two or three years? We know the car, and who owned it.”

The clerk brought up the files on his computer. “Let’s see, here’s a list of makes and models of the cars we took in, as far back as five years,” the clerk said. “You said it was an older T-bird…what color?”

“It was blue and white,” Ghost said.

“Ok,” the clerk said, and he scrolled through the list. In a few minutes he said, “Oh, maybe this is it. Here’s the information on it. It was two and a half years ago, a classic, blue and white T-bird…owner, Steve Finn. Does that sound right?”

“That’s it,” Ghost said.

“Looks like it was totaled out, but wasn’t so bad it couldn’t be fixed up. I guess this Steve couldn’t get it done.”

“But, Steve was in the hospital for awhile and he didn’t even know what happened to his car, until a long time later,” Ghost said.

“What we want to know, is do you still have it?” Zach asked.

The clerk looked back at the screen. “I’ll check,” he said. “Oh, yeah, we do actually have it. It’s in the way back of the lot.”

“I want it…I want to buy it,” Ghost said.

“Well, ok, let me do some figuring,” the clerk said. He tapped in some numbers, then stated a price. “Seeing as it’s going to need a lot of work, I can let you have it for $1,000.” He looked up at Ghost, doubtful he had the money.

Ghost didn’t hesitate. He pulled out his money, and had Zach count out the amount for him. He then proudly handed it over to the clerk.

The clerk was surprised, as it was all in cash. “This will do it,” he said, writing out a receipt.

“What now, Ghost?” Zach asked. “How do we get it fixed?”

“We can call a tow truck, and have it taken to a repair place,” Ghost said.

“That’s right. I can call one right now, if you want…and I do know a place that could do the repairs. They do a fair amount of business with us, and I never heard of any complaints,” the clerk said.

“Yes, yes, call them,” Ghost said.

While the clerk was making his calls, Ghost and Zach waited outside. “I’m kinda nervous about seeing it,” Ghost said. “I mean, it’s still smashed up, I guess…and…well, Steve was in it, and he was hurt real bad.” He looked down, frowning. “Oh, no…what if Steve don’t even want it. Maybe it has bad karma on it now?” He grabbed Zach’s arm, and looked in his eyes. “What if this is all wrong?”

“Calm down, Ghost,” Zach said. “I’m sure Steve will love it. You said it was his favorite car ever…does he still mention it sometimes?”

Ghost thought a minute. “Yeah, sometimes…sometimes he says he’d rather be driving the T-bird than the one he has now. So, ya think it’ll be ok?”

Zach nodded. “Look, I think he’ll be so surprised you did this for him, that he will love it. Y’all had some good times in that car, too…didn’t you?”

“Yeah, a lot.”

“Well, there ya go…good trumps over bad, all the time.” Zach smiled and hugged Ghost, getting excited for the project.

The tow truck pulled into the lot, and the driver talked to the clerk. They went deep into the maze of junked cars. Then, when they came out, the old blue and white T-bird was loaded onto the back. Zach didn’t think it looked too bad. He looked over at Ghost, and didn’t know what was going through his mind, but could tell there were some powerful emotions being relived, by the look on Ghost’s face.

Ghost was gripping Zach’s arm so hard, he would later find bruises. Tears were falling down Ghost’s face, and a look of extreme pain was in his eyes.

“Ghost? You gonna be ok?”

Ghost sobbed, and managed to say, “Steve was hurt so bad in there, and I didn’t even know about it. And, he was in the hospital…and I didn’t come, and he thought I didn’t care. I just didn’t know, or I would have.”

Zach put his arm around Ghost, pulling him close, and could feel the waves of pain, as Ghost broke down, crying until he was weak. Zach supported him, until he gained some control. He began, at that moment, to understand why Steve loved Ghost so very much. It was because Ghost cared…cared deeply about everything, and about everyone, and wasn’t afraid to show his empathy for other’s pain. He marveled at this person he held in his arms…the likes of which he’d never encountered before. Never mind the voo-doo  shops, and psychic readers, down in New Orleans…this was the real thing…right here.

“Ghost, it’ll be ok. Don’t worry about it,” he said, after a few minutes. “Listen, these guys need to take it to the repair shop, and get paid, and get your ok…all that kind of stuff. So, we need to follow them over there. C’mon, let’s go to the car.” He led the way, and they followed the tow truck down the road.

At the shop, Ghost was doing much better, and could concentrate on the business that had to be taken care of. He paid the truck driver, and got a detailed list of repairs to be done, to restore the car to drivable condition. He even told them to repaint it so it looked like new again.

“How soon will it be finished?” Zach asked. “He needs it before Christmas.”

They told him it would be ready in plenty of time. Ghost even paid for them to deliver it on Christmas Eve. As they left, Zach said, “That was a good idea to have it delivered, seeing as how you don’t like to drive. I was wondering how you’d get it home.”

“I know, right?” Ghost said. “I just thought of it.” He breathed a sigh of relief, now that they were back in Zach’s car, and the Christmas present for Steve had been taken care of.

~

Now that business was done, Ghost could relax a bit. He was hungry, now, so asked Zach if they could go somewhere to eat.

“Sure, we can,” Zach said. “There’s a lot of choices, here in the big city…what’cha got in mind?”

“Well, do they have any New Orleans food here? You probably miss the real thing. I know Missing Mile don’t have anything like that, and when Steve and I were down there, we sure did like the food,” Ghost said.

Zach laughed. “You’re right about that. I do miss me some gumbo and shrimp…well all that stuff. I try to make it myself, but it’s not the same. I’ll try to find a place like that, ok?” He drove around town for awhile, and did finally find a small restaurant that advertised, Cajun Cuisine. This struck them as funny, but they went in, anyway.

The place was decorated in what was supposed to be authentic New Orleans style, but Zach and Ghost couldn’t help laughing at the absurdity of it. “I could tell them a thing or two about how to decorate this place,” Zach said.

“Yeah, me too,” Ghost said, “and I only went there that one time, with Steve.”

They ordered way more than they could eat, just to try everything on the menu. The waiter kept bringing out plates of boiled crawfish, gumbo, fried shrimp, blackened catfish, red beans and rice, and ended with beginets, and coffee with chicory.

“I’m dying…my stomach hurts,” Ghost said, as he pushed away his plate.

“Me, too, but man it was good,” Zach said. “This was almost the same as the real thing. I’m glad you suggested it.”

“Yeah, I wanted to give you something you’d like, for helping me today,” Ghost said.

Zach nodded, and smiled. “Well, you sure did…thanks.”

They practically waddled out of the restaurant, still laughing about the hokey decorations. “Guess we can head home now, unless there’s something else you want to do,” Zach said. “You know this town better than I do.”

“Well, there is that shop I got the demon fighting stuff at,” Ghost said. “It’s pretty cool in there, if you want to go see.”

“Ok, tell me which way to go,” Zach said, as he pulled out of the parking lot.

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All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 176

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Before going home Steve suggested getting some lunch over at the diner. Ghost agreed, as he was hungry, too. “We haven’t been back there since that weird day before Thanksgiving. We can see if it ever got back to normal,” Ghost said.

The parking lot was full of cars, when they got there. “Hey, there’s people here, now…not like last time,” Steve said.

Inside, their favorite waitress came up, saying, “Hi, you two. Good to see y’all are back.”

“Yeah, and it’s not a time warp now,” Ghost said.

“I know,” she said, “and I heard that the strangeness was more than just here, that day. Thank goodness it didn’t last long.”

They ordered a pizza, and enjoyed watching people come and go. Sometimes they felt isolated living out on Burnt Church Road. There was a couple in the next booth, with two small children. Ghost was facing them. The kids kept peeking over the top of the seat, behind Steve, making funny faces at Ghost. He made a funny face back to them. They giggled and hid in their seat.

“What the hell are you doing?” Steve asked. He’d only seen Ghost make a face.

“Huh? Oh, nothing…” Ghost said.

The kids peeked over again, and Ghost made another face at them.

“What’s wrong with you?” Steve asked.

“Nothing, Steve…just playing with those kids behind you, that’s all.”

“Kids?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, behind you. They’re cute…look…”

Steve turned around, coming face to face with them. They hollered and ducked down, again. He shrugged and smiled at their parents.

“They like to be silly,” the mom said. “It happens all the time, so just pay no attention, and they’ll stop bothering you.”

Steve waved to them, and said hi. The kids started asking Steve questions, and laughing. “That’s enough, guys…turn around and eat your lunch,” the dad said.

Their pizza came, then, so they began to eat. “That was fun and funny,” Ghost said.

“Yeah, but I don’t know how to be around kids,” Steve said.

“Me either, but that was cool, playing with them.”

As they finished eating, and got up to leave, Ghost told them bye, and the kids kept saying bye over and over.

~

When they got back home, Steve made a pot of coffee. He just wanted to relax and look through the books he’d bought. Ghost took Spirit outside in the back, to play, and he also took the phone with him. Steve didn’t notice. As the cat prowled around, Ghost made a call to Zach.

“Hey, Zach,” he said, “is the plan still in action?”

“Yep, Trevor is in a hundred percent, and will call Steve first thing in the morning. I’ll come pick you up as soon as I can, ok?”

“Yeah, I’ll be here,” Ghost said. He hung up, and pocketed the phone. After a few minutes, he and Spirit came back inside. Steve was absorbed in his book, so didn’t see Ghost put the phone back down on the table. Going into his bedroom, he started reading his own books.

The afternoon was easy, and uneventful. Later in the evening, Kinsey called them. “Hey, Steve, just checking in with y’all.”

“How are thing going, Kinsey?” Steve asked.

“Great…we’re in New York City…got here this morning. Terry’s making us do the whole tourist thing…seeing all the sights. We went to a broadway show, and ate a bunch of good food. We’ll be here another day, then we’re on our way to Florida, for some deep sea fishing. Should be home a couple of days after that,” Kinsey said.

“That’s great, Kinsey. We’re fine here, just the usual. We miss y’all, though. Everyone asks about when y’all will be home.”

Kinsey laughed. “So, the town can’t do without us, huh? I love it. Well, we’ll see everyone soon enough. Got to go see some more stuff, Steve. Talk to ya later.”

“Was that Kinsey?” Ghost asked.

“Yeah, they’re still having fun. They’ll be home in a few days.”

“Good, ’cause I miss them,” Ghost said. “And, we get to have a show when they get back.”

“That’s right, and we need to plan that out a little better, too,” Steve said.

It was getting late, so they made a simple supper of sandwiches, and sat at the kitchen table. Steve went over their show plans, and plans for selling their book, and CD. Ghost knew Steve couldn’t read his mind, so kept thinking of the plan he had for the next morning. Steve was trying to keep everything else on his mind, so as not to think of his plan for Ghost’s Christmas present.

~

The next morning, Ghost was fidgety. He couldn’t sit still, couldn’t concentrate on breakfast, tv, or anything Steve wanted to talk about. He kept jumping, every time he heard a noise, thinking it was the phone call.

“What’s got you all riled up, Ghost,” Steve asked him.

“Nothing,” Ghost said, as he paced around the house.

“Well, why don’t you take that nothing, and go outside and run around…burn off some of that energy.”

So, he did, and when the phone call did come, he missed hearing it. Steve took the call, then hollered out the door, to Ghost.  “Hey, come here.”

When Ghost got to the porch, Steve said, “I just got the strangest phone call from Trevor.”

“You did?” Ghost asked. “What did he want?”

“He wanted me to come over there and help him with something. I couldn’t quite make out what, but sounded like move some furniture, or paint some furniture…I don’t know what he was going on about. He said Zach wasn’t going to be there to help, and could I come over.”

“Are you going?”

“Yeah, guess so…you want to come, too?”

Ghost pretended to be thinking about it, then said, “No, you go on. I don’t like moving furniture.”

“Ok, then, let me get my keys. Will you be ok here by yourself for awhile?”

“Yeah, me and Spirit will be fine,” Ghost assured him.

“Ok, then, see ya later,” Steve said, and drove away.

A few minutes later, Zach pulled up into the driveway, and honked for Ghost to come out. He came running, and jumped in the car, all out of breath, but grinning.

Zach was laughing. “This secret stuff is kinda fun, Ghost.” He drove out on the highway toward Raleigh. “So what’s the scoop?”

“The what?” asked Ghost.

“What’s the plan? Where do we go first?”

“Oh, go to the bank. I’ll need some money.”

“You got it,” Zach said.

“You drive fast,” Ghost said, and kept cringing, when Zach passed other cars.

“Guess I do, but don’t worry, I’m a good driver.”

“Steve drives fast, too.”

“You don’t drive?”

“I can a little bit, but I don’t like to,” Ghost said.

“Hmm, I figured everyone liked to drive. Oh, here we are, the bank. Do you want me to go in, too?” Zach asked.

“No, it won’t take long,” Ghost said. He went into the bank building, and asked an employee to come help him in the safe room. He’d have to trust the person, because they’d have to count out some money for him. He didn’t really know how much he’d need, so he told them he was buying a car, and to give him however much they thought it would cost.

The employee was helpful, giving Ghost a large amount, from his and Steve’s safety deposit box.

Back in the car with Zach, Ghost told him to drive to a certain junkyard for wrecked cars.

“Ghost, I know it’s a secret for Steve, but why here?” Zach asked.

“Because, this is where they took Steve’s wrecked T-bird. I want to get it fixed for him. He loved that car,” Ghost said.

Zach smiled. “Wow, that’s a great idea,” he said.

At the junkyard, Ghost told the clerk what he wanted to do. Clearing his throat, he then said, “A long time ago, there was a wreck, and Steve’s car was brought here. It’s a T-bird, an old one, and do you still have it?”

“How long ago was this?” the clerk asked.

“I think it was…” Ghost looked to Zach for help. “Zach, do you know?”

Zach shrugged, “I never even lived here, then, Ghost. Let me see what I can find out. They have records of what was brought in, I think.”

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All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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TWO SOULS: INTO THE FIRE … # 175

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Steve and Ghost stayed out on the porch for a while longer, drinking their coffee, and listening to the birds out in the woods wake up. It was a nice, easy start to their day. After a bit, though they came in to fix some breakfast. Working side by side in the kitchen, they made pancakes and eggs. Remembering their conversation from the night before, Ghost asked, “Do you think the book store will be open?”

“Oh, yeah, by the time we get there, I’m sure it will be,” Steve said. So far, that was the only plan they had for the day. They were in no hurry to leave the house, though.

~

The used bookstore, there in Missing Mile, was not large, but people did come regularly to buy, sell, and trade their books. As they went inside, the owner greeted them.

“Hey, Steve…Ghost…it’s been awhile. Good to see y’all, again. Lots of new books have come in. Y’all look around.”

Steve headed for his favorite section…the novels. Ghost went browsing the shelves, too, to see what he could find. When Steve finally emerged from the stacks, with an armload of books, he took them over to the counter. He stayed there talking to the guy, while he waited for Ghost to finish.

“I see you still like these kind, Steve,” he said, picking up one of the books. “This one is good.”

Steve nodded, and said, “Yeah, I tried to get Ghost to read them, but he wouldn’t.”

The owner laughed. “Hah, that one goes for the unusual ones, I know. I keep tabs on my customer’s reading preferences. I always see Ghost head for the New Age section, then he goes to sci-fy, then he’ll look through the history type. It never fails. And you, my friend, head for the novels, and your favorite authors, first, then any books that are similar, and last, you’ll check out the biography for musicians true stories.”

Steve laughed, and agreed. “You got it just right, man.”

“I heard Kinsey and Terry are away on vacation.”

“That’s right, for another week or so,” Steve said. “They’ve been calling us to say they’re having fun.”

“Well, Terry doesn’t come in here much, but Kinsey, he’s always taking sack loads out. He reads a lot, but never trades ’em back in.”

“I know…he has them all lined up on his bookcase in his office. He never gets rid of any of them.”

Just then, Ghost came up to the counter with his selections. Taking a look, both Steve and the man laughed. “Told ya,” they both said.

“What?” asked Ghost.

“That we knew what kind you were gonna get,” said Steve.

“So…this is what I like…and look, these here ones are new. I haven’t read them before,” Ghost said.

“Um-hum, that’s the whole point of coming in here, Ghost…to get something new.”

“I know, but there’s other reasons, too,” Ghost said.

“Like what?” Steve asked.

“Well, like seeing if somebody left junk in a book, and to see if I know who had it last, and to smell the book smells, and…to say hi to you,” Ghost said, looking at the owner.

“Well, Ghost, I’m glad I was included in that list. I never thought of it that way, but you’re right.” He began ringing up their purchases, and sacking them up. “Enjoy your books, guys. See ya next time around.”

Steve and Ghost left, and sat in the car a few minutes. “What’cha wanna do now, Ghost?”

Ghost thought for a minute, then said, “I want to go see Zach. I need to ask him something.”

“Ok, we can do that,” Steve said. He started the car, and drove over to Zach and Trevor’s house. They didn’t call first, so lucked out at finding them home. Trevor answered the door, when they rang the bell, and looked surprised to see them.

“Hey, guys, come on in. Zach…look who’s here,” Trevor hollered out to the kitchen.

Zach came into the living room. “Hi, what’s up?”

“I need to talk to you, Zach,” Ghost said. “But first, I want to say I’m sorry for the other day. I was too drunk to say it then. Anyway, I didn’t ruin your house, did I?” He looked around, trying to see any wreckage.

“No, you didn’t ruin anything, Ghost. In fact, you were kinda funny. We’re just glad you’re feeling ok, today,” Zach said. “So, what do you want to talk to me about?”

Ghost grabbed Zach’s arm, and led him down the hallway to the bedroom, and closed the door.

“That was strange,” Trevor said, looking at Steve.

Steve shrugged, “Yeah, I have no idea what he’s up to.”

“Well, sit down…I guess they’ll be out in a few minutes,” Trevor said.

~

Ghost went over to the bed and sat down. Zach was still standing in the middle of the room. He’d never talked to Ghost, one on one, like this before, and was a little wary. He knew Ghost was unpredictable, and Zach was thinking to himself, that he should be ready for anything.

Ghost, of course, heard the thought. “I’m not gonna jump ya, Zach. I just want to ask ya something, and I don’t want Steve to hear.”

“Uh, sure Ghost,” Zach said, “what is it?”

Ghost sighed, “Ok, I gotta get Steve a Christmas present.” He stopped, and looked up at Zach.

Zach waited for more information. “And, what is your question?” he asked.

“Oh…how can I do that?” Ghost said.

Zach was still confused. “I’m not sure I’m following you, Ghost. What do you want me to do?”

Ghost sighed again, and tried to find the words to explain. “This is so hard…I never had to ask anybody before, and it’s not coming out right.”

Zach saw that Ghost was getting upset, and was on the verge of crying, his bottom lip quivering. He’d never dealt with someone like Ghost…he was usually so good with words, and talked all the time, and now was having so much trouble getting to the point.

“Ok, Ghost, let me see. So far, here’s what I know…you want to get Steve a Christmas present…right?”

Ghost nodded.

Zach continued, “And, you don’t know how? How to what…how to get one? What to get? How to keep it a secret? How to pay for it? How to go get it by yourself?” Zach listed all the possibilities he could think of. Looking at Ghost, he could see tears falling, and Ghost brushing them off his cheeks.

“Yeah,” Ghost whispered, “all of that.” He looked up at Zach. “Can you help me?”

Zach was moved by how vulnerable Ghost was at this moment. He could fight demons, but found it so hard to ask for help…such an enigma. He knelt down in front of Ghost, and took his hands. “Ghost, I’ll do all I can to help you…just say it.”

Ghost sniffed, “Ok, first I’ll need a ride to Raleigh. Then I have to go to the bank, and to the junkyard. I know what I want to do, and have the money. Mostly, I just need a ride, and for Steve to not find out.” Ghost talked fast now, trying to get it all out before he froze up again.

“Well, sure, I can give you a ride. When, tomorrow ok?” Zach asked.

“Yeah, but how? Steve hardly ever leaves me alone, and if I go somewhere, he gets worried.”

“I see…” Zach said. “Maybe I can ask Trevor to help distract Steve…have him come over here on some excuse or other, ya know. Or, hey, maybe Steve needs time alone to go get your secret present. This could work out ok, after all. Why don’t you ask him?”

Ghost looked confused, now. “No, I can’t. I like it better if he can come over here. That would work, and you can pick me up.”

“Ok, we’ll do that,” Zach said. “I’ll have Trevor call in the morning, and then I’ll leave here, before Steve gets here. Then, I can drive you in to Raleigh? Sound good?” He smiled, finally understanding the problem.

Ghost smiled, too, “Yeah, Zach, and I’ll pay you for your help…for gas and stuff.”

“No, you won’t, Ghost. I won’t take your money. I’d love to do this favor for you.”

That settled, they went back out to the living room. Steve and Trevor looked at them, questions on their faces. “So, what was that all about,” Steve asked.

“Nothing, it’s all figured out,” Ghost said. “We can go now.”

“Ok, then, guess we’ll talk to y’all later, Trevor,” Steve said. He and Ghost left.

Zach explained everything to Trevor. Ghost said nothing about it to Steve.

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All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative liscense is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, muscians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblence.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

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