Hush Polly.

Who can she trust? Who should she side with? Or should she listen when they all tell her "Hush Polly."


2. 12 years later.


I woke up, stretching my arms out over my head; my muscles were stiff and ached after my sleep. “Are you 89 or something?” The familiar husky voice filled my ears. “No I’m only eighteen and how old are you like?” I watched as Noah ran a hand through his hair, he was sitting at the bottom of my bed, like he always did. “I’m only nineteen.” I scoffed. “You told me that when I was six.” I stated climbing out of bed. “I am a ghost remember I don’t age.” I shook my head. “Whatever.” He put his hand on his chest. “I swear to the man upstairs that I am nineteen.” He pointed to the roof. “Thought you didn’t believe in god?” I raised an eyebrow. “No I meant Mr.Jenkson upstairs.” I laughed pulling on a pair of skinny jeans.

“But yea I may be dead for more than nineteen years but I died when I was nineteen so technically I am nineteen.” I nodded, then patted his cheek. I loved the feel of his skin. I didn’t understand how I could touch him but others couldn’t. “I am.” He stood up and grabbed my shirt. “Give it back.” I went to grab it but he disappeared. “No fair! Why are you the type of ghost who can move stuff?” I crossed my arm and waited to find where he would appear. “Cause I am special.” I turned around and he grinned at me. “Can I get my top? I need to get to work.” He shook his head. “Why not?”

He tapped his cheek. “I am not kissing your cheek, you are a ghost Noah, I shouldn’t even be able to touch you.” He shrugged. “I’m not complaining.”

“You’re a jerk Noah you know that.”

“Actually I’m your best friend.” He threw the top and I caught it. “Thank you.” I slid into the top. “No problem.” He sat on the bed, bouncing up and down. “Ok I’m off.” I walked into the hall and he followed. “You do know you don’t have to come to work with me Noah.” He grunted. “I want to though.” I shook my head and before I could open the door he pushed me against the wall.

“What th-?!” He covered my mouth. “Hush Polly!” He scowled and I rolled my eyes. “I heard someone.” He released me and walked through the door.

I crossed my arms and sighed. When he came through the door he looked embarrassed. “Postman again?” He grunted and gestured towards the door. I waved my hair and opened the door laughing. “Hey Polly, your happy this morning.”The dark-haired man looked at his watch. “Just on time I see.” I nodded a grin on my face. “You know it Mike.” I threw my arms in the air and skipped down the stairs. Noah glared back at Mike before vanishing. 

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