Everything was beginning to go back to normal. The voices had suppressed to a considerable degree, and our financial situation was definitely getting a lot better.
I was getting to spend a lot more time with my Levi, and I found myself falling head over heels in love with him all over again. I forgot how sweet he was, how blue his eyes were, how soothing it was to be in his arms. It was certainly a turn for the better.
I was getting to be a bigger part in Noel's life, helping her with her homework and such, and she was even warming up to me to the point that she would tell me problems she had at school; drama with girls, drama with boys, and crushes. Typical teenage babble, but I loved that she felt I needed to know.
The music industry had given Levi his job back, and I was glad for that, as no progress had been made on his supposed band with Tristan. It was nice to hear his music throughout the house again; it uplifted the mood with everyone.
We had to get rid of the maid, however, because A.) he was doing a terrible job, B.) we couldn't really afford it anyway, and C.) I think Levi just wanted to. It was actually quite humorous watching him chew the poor man out, and the maid left in a huff.
But life always rears its ugly head at you, making you crash land into your worse possible disaster.
And my worst possible disaster? Why, it was sitting at my dinner table.
There he was, a ghost. I'd see him before, but he was gone as soon as I had seen him, and I convinced myself it couldn't possibly be true. He was dead.
Oh, he was dead alright. Dead, dead, dead, and ready for revenge.
The funny thing is, no one else seemed to see him. Just me. Just me and Dead.
Dead, dead, dead!
But no, the voice cackled, he is still very...very much alive.
No, no, no, no! I thought. I suddenly felt quite sick to my stomach, and my head was pounding to hard I felt it was to explode at any given moment. This isn't real, I thought. Brian's dead! He's been dead for weeks now! WEEKS. Ghosts don't exist. Brian doesn't exist. What do you have to fear! Go to bed... go to sleep! You'll have forgotten this by morning.
Oh no you won't, the voice whispered, Brian's not dead. Still very much alive!
But the voices were always right. Occasionally, I would see an arm sticking through a wall, or a floating figure in the corner of my eye. He hasn't approached me, and I don't know if it's because he isn't strong enough to see me yet, or he has just chose not to, but since this is so, I'm ignoring him. And as far as I am concerned, Brian the Ghost here doesn't exist.
Couldn't exist. Because Brian never did. And Ghosts never did.
And these... dammed... voices.... don't either.
I had more important things to look over. Like the possibility of Noel's first boyfriend. He was a sweet guy named Darian, and he had lived in Bridgeport his whole life. I recall hearing his name once when talking with Noel, but I had never actually met him until Noel asked him to dinner one night.
What I called a "date" and Noel called "just hanging out" started out friendly enough, but boys will be boys and girls will be girls, and we all know that sooner or later that "just friends" boundary breaks.
Noel urged that she eat alone with Darian, and I gave her that wish, though Levi and I did some eavesdropping....
... and we learned that Noel's got quite the skill in flirting. I was in dreamland, I was so excited. Levi however, was a bit opposite, and grumbled that she was much too young to be talking to boys.
Face-making gave way to hand-holding, and I decided to stop eavesdropping for now and leave the girl alone.
NOEL'S POINT OF VIEW...
I led Darian outside, as he was telling me he had to leave soon. I didn't want the night to end! Besides, I knew Darian wasn't going to be the one to make the first move--I was going to have to do it, and boy was I scared to death.
One look at that face made my decision.
I leaned in to kiss him, but he pulled me back and told me that he wasn't ready for that yet. Boy, did that kill me.... I mumbled my goodbyes and he gave me one last smile before hopping into his car and driving off.