Author: Wendy the Knight PM
Songwriter Alex Day is lacking inspiration, and after moving into an apartment and meeting ghost boy Charlie, he might have found it again. *Cherimon*Rated: Fiction M - English - Supernatural/Romance - Chapters: 4 - Words: 1,614 - Reviews: 10 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 14 - Updated: 08-24-12 - Published: 06-27-12 - id: 8262566
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"I'm Alex Day, I live here." If Charlie notices the slight anger behind the statement he doesn't do anything about it.
"Does that explain the nakedness?" He grins a little, and starts to laugh when Alex freaks and tries to cover himself.
"I wasn't aware…you don't ….I thought..." Halfway through his 'explanation' Charlie bursts out laughing, an echoing sound that makes Alex feel warm.
"It's cool, but I recommend pants. Want to barrow mine?" Alex feels the blood rush to his face, but doesn't accept Charlie's offer.
"I'm going to go find my cloths…don't look?" He asks, staring at Charlie.
"I think it's too late to be modest – I saw it all." He sends a wink in Alex's direction, as Alex heads over to the bathroom.
As he bends down, in that instant, it clicks. There's a dude in his house. A dude he doesn't know. Perfect murder/rape scenario. Holy shit.
He hurries up and gets dressed, pondering how to get out of this without losing his life. Before he could come up with a sure to fail plan, his thought process is interrupted by the introduction theme of Doctor Who.
Curiously peaking his head out the window, Alex sees Charlie has moved to the bed, fixated on the last episode Alex was watching 'The eleventh hour'.
He coughs to get the redhead's attention, and it works quickly.
"Oh! Sorry, it was an accident, electricity doesn't like the dead." He seems all to calm for Alex's liking.
"I'm sorry, dead?" No. No, there was not a ghost in his freaking apartment. No, this is where he drew the line. No.
"Yeah, you didn't notice?" His tone is lighthearted and easy like he's talking about the weather.
"I'm pretty sure this is either a stress dream or I'm overdosing on cough medicine."
He laughs at that, before standing up, still smiling.
"Stay still." I do , curious about what he's going to do.
He places his hand on my arm and the skin there immediately erupts in Goosebumps. It's not all cold, but like that Icyhot, stuff you put for strained muscles. I like it.
Owning nothing, sadly. I'd buy a Charlie bot though. I hope you liked this, and I will try so hard to start updating more frequently. Uh, please read my page, I have a message on there about how I need a beta. If you're interested please read it.