forum Ghost boy???

Started December 09, 2019 by @Celeste_X0X0_ group

tune

Elijah felt so bad. He never liked denying people, especially girls.
He leaned against the window, running both of his hands through his blonde way hair, his eyebrows scrunched and his blue eyes looking out of the window. Turning to the girl, though looking past her. The pink haired girl and her drawing. Painting? Woah, was that a painting!? Did she do that!?
“man I definitely need to check that out more! I don’t think she’ll mind… right? Well… what if she does!? Oh but i really would love to take a look at it. But I’ll respect her privacy.”
He thought as he looked at her and her drawing with wide eyes, though quickly looking back to the teacher when he caught himself staring.
Averting his blue eyes to the window, looking at the trees and all the detail. The birds nest and the sun hitting the transparent green leaves and going onto the grass, giving it sort of a golden hue to the whole scene.
He loved looking at scenery, and man he wished he could draw like the ghost girl does.

After about 45 minutes of daydreaming, the bell rang and all of the students got up, walking out of the classroom. Ms. Potter was at her desk, grading the papers from last days work that she was supposed to grade last night. She was obviously stressed out, but trying to maintain her sanity.
Elijah turned to the ghost girl with a smile once the girl left, assuming she was waiting outside. He still felt like a jerk, so he was going to try an clear things up.

He leaned over with a big smile “psst, hey! What’s your name again?”

(Sorry its kinda short)

Emalia was concerned but dropped the topic. If the ghost didn't want to talk then she wasn't in the right to question them. So the entire lesson was silent, sometimes the ghost would shift but not a word was uttered. They looked so concentrated to the teacher but the sad look was still there. After no response from the ghost, she tried to pay attention to the lesson but it was difficult. In the end she just gave up and pulled her drawing back in front of her. As far as she could tell, the teacher didn't notice or Ms. Potter didn't complain. THe pink haired girl uncapped the watercolors and pen before working on the tree trunks.

45 minutes flew by once she started painting. She didn't even hear the bell as she hunched over her work trying to keep the purple from smearing over the lines of the small petals. She didn't notice people around her getting up and getting ready for their next class. She didn't notice the girl next to her throwing one last comment for only them to hear or how she looked at Elijah with an expecting look. Emalia was so deep into her artwork she didn't even notice someone trying to talk to her before they spoke.

She jumped slightly and accidentally squeezed water onto the table out of surprise. Glancing around, she looked for anyone else he could be talking to but found the were pretty much alone. With an awkward smile she asked, "Me?" Her voice was thick with confusion and her accent that seemed to never fade. But at that moment the only thing she was thinking was why the popular guy was talking to the outcast. The ghost perked and seemed to have the bubbly energy shoved right back into them. This was interesting, something different. Something they definitely want to witness. They float closer to Emalia and starts whispering excitedly in her ear. They start speaking so fast the words just seemed to blend together.

(Its fine. I hope my responses are not too short either.)

(Oh they definitely weren’t, don’t worry lol)

He backed away a little when she squeezed water out onto the table.
“Oh, goodness golly, I’m sorry. I didnt mean to make you do that! Here, hold on” he says standing up quickly and running out of the classroom and down the hall, ducking and dodging everyone he passed.
“Hey Elijah! Whatcha doin?!”
“Why’re you in such a hurry?” The voices shouted to him with cheerful expressions on everybody’s face.
He swerved everyday and to the bathroom for some paper towels. Grabbing some, he ran back into the hallway, turning to the classroom. “Here you go!” He says in a cheerful attitude as he handed them to her to clean up the mess. “Sorry, i didnt mean to startle you.” Sitting down in the desk beside her that the girl was sitting in, he looked over at her painting. “Did you paint that?” His Australian accent prominent as ever.
It was obvious Elijah had ADHD. Getting distracted easily was his special talent.

(Okay so I’m in a major hurry, but i really really wanted to reply to this. I’m so sorry)

Emalia blinks a bit as she tries to regain her thoughts and wrap her head around the fact that someone was actually talking to her. Glancing down, she sees the water that he is referring and before she could even attempt to clean it up, Elijah was out the door most likely to get the paper towels as promised. She watches his retreating form out of the room as he hurries for something she didn’t deem important. She takes a few glances around the room and sees its empty apart from her, Ms. Potter, her ghost companion, and five other ghost that are minding their own business. The pink haired girl deemed this as a good time to question what just happened.

“What just happened? What does he want?” She whispers to the ghost near her. Emalia isn’t one to be confused by people’s actions but that was when it was usually done to other people. Then it was easier to gage what it person was feeling without having to think of what you were expressing at that moment too. Now she was in the spotlight of someone she only seen from a distance and she doesn’t know how to act. Neither did the ghost apparently because they just shrugged with a big grin.

The pink hair girl went back to painting when she silently promised herself to wait five minutes or she is leaving. It didn’t take as long as she expected as she barely started adding the orange to the flowers, when Elijah cane running back in. She didn’t expect him back so soon and actually thought he would get caught up with a conversation.

She gives him a small smile as she accepts the paper towels. “Uhhhh… thanks. I was just going to use my sleeves but this works too.” She comments as she whips up the water. After the desk was dry and she made sure her pen was capped, she looks at Elijah with a look of confusion and wonder. She starts to fiddle with the sleeves of her dark hoodie, not sure what to do with herself. The silence was broken by Elijah asking about her drawing. “Yeah actually. Drew it, inked it, and now in the process of painting it. It a scene from one of my favorite childhood stories. I’m trying a new medium of water colors as it’s an easier supply to carry around…” Emalia trails off towards the end as she realizes that she was disclosing more than needed. Clearing her throat, she attempts to gather her thoughts before finally saying, “Is there anything I can do for you?”

He studied the artwork in obvious awe with his big blue eyes.
The inking fine and smooth and the colors blending just perfectly with the others.
The detail she had put into it was incredibly impressive as the perfect amount of water added to it.
The trees looks so realistic yet at the same time it was obvious it was a painting. But it was just too good.
“Man, you’ve got a crazy talent!” He let out a small chuckle.
“What story is it from? It looks like something from a movie. You know, the really good quality ones.”
He straightened his posture and gave her a softer smile.

He looked around with a laugh when she asked him if she could do anything for him.
“Well, i saw your drawing. Plus ive been meaning to talk to you for a while. You see, i was planning on trying to talk to you after school, but when presented the opportunity I couldn’t help but take it. Oh I’m sorry if I’m bothering you. What was your name again?” He asks with a big white smile.

Hes always been quite the talkative boy ever since he started talking and hes just never stopped.
Well thats what his mother had always said. And he knew his mom always told the truth.

Emalia smiles a bit wider at his comment. No one hasn't really known her for any of the art she produced. It was always girl from Italy or the girl who saw dead people. Painting was just a little something that nobody seemed to pick up on. It felt nice to get complimented on something she was passionate about. "Thanks. That's nice of you to say. I'm sure you got something you are good at too. Probably something beach related as that seems like your natural environment." She comments remembering overhearing once on many occasions that he wanted to go to the beach. The silence didn't have time to settle when he asked which story the drawing is from. Her eyes brighten at the thought of sharing. "Oh! Its from Cannetella. One of my favorite fairy tales that my nonna used to read it to me every night before we moved away. This is how I imagined the garden she saw when she was locked up. But I guess maybe there might be less trees but minor details. But I don't think there is no movie adaptations, at least none I have been aware of." She explains with excitement as this was one of her favorite stories.

When mentioned that he wanted to talk to her for a while, Emalia raised an eyebrow. "Talk to me? That is social suicide. So much to lose and yet what would you gain? But to each his own I guess." She says with a light joking tone for judgment. "But either way. You are not exactly bothering me with your presence but with your choice, but please do continue." She takes a pause before it dawning on her that her name was asked for. "My name is Emalia. You are Elijah, right? Or have I been assigning names wrong all year?"

He felt bad for her when he saw her expression when he complimented her.
did she never really get complimented? That was so sad to him. She was absolutely gorgeous and extremely talented. She seemed like a really sweet girl to him.
He didnt like that at all. It made him want to talk to her and talk to her every single day. That smile on her face that nobody ever really saw whenever they were around her. Why? He just wanted to know more.

“Well actually I’m not good a many things actually. Though i can make a pretty bouquet of flowers! I work at the flower shop near the beach. Its my little get away place” he laughed a little nervously as he realized he was rambling. Blowing a strand of crazy hair out of his lightly freckled face.
He listened calmly to her ramble on about a story her Nonna used to read her every night. It was cute in a way. And he couldn’t keep himself wondering why nobody talked to her just because she saw ghosts.
Which he actually thought was really cool! But he wasnt going to ask about that, just in case it offended her. He didnt want her to think he was just talking to her just because he thought talking to ghosts were cool.
And that wasnt the only reason he talked to her.
“You know what, I don’t think I’ve ever heard or read that story. You should tell me more about it sometime.” He smiled kindly. It made his little puppy heart skip at beat when she went from gloomy to smiley and excited in a second. It was adorable. He didnt have any personal attraction to her yet though. So he hasn’t caught any feelings for her. Though he was dense enough to not even be thinking about personal attraction towards her. He was just invested in talking to her and getting to know her.
He turned to Ms. POtter. “Oh hey, Potter, once we leave could you give us a slip for being late so we don’t get in trouble… well i mean…. if we are.” He asks the teacher who looks up, blowing hair out of her face and pushing her glasses. Though she just smiled brightly when she realized Elijah was talking to her. “Oh goodness…. uh yeah sure Eli!” She waved it off. “Talk away” she says with a wink, though Elijah not catching it.

“Thank you!” He turned back to Emalia, as she spoke about social suicide.
“Wait…. are you kidding? I mean… sorry I’m just extremely confused. Why wouldn’t i talk to you? And anyway, i have a friend to gain! Hopefully! If you don’t mind that is.” He held his hand out. “And Yes I’m Elijah. Also, do you like nicknames Emalia?” He asks her with a gentle, welcoming smile. He was really hoping her wouldn’t reject his offer of friendship. He could really use a real one right about now anyway.

ITS SO GOOD MANNN

Emalia takes a few moments to finish painting in the lemons before she would let it dry. It felt nice to talk to someone without them giving her a look of fear or disgust. Although she still didn't know why someone as popular as him was talking to her. Something about gaining a friend? She didn't know, she seemed like an odd choice. She was sceptical if there was an ulterior motive but didn't voice any of it. As for as she could tell, he was an honest person but doubt always found a way in. Taking a deep breath, the pink haired girl finished the lemons and moved back from her hunched position. It would be easier to talk to people without moving back and forth. Capping the pen, she gives a soft smile as she thinks of something to say.

"You make flower arrangements? That's actually really cool. I have been to a few flower shops when I was in Italy and made a drawing of my favorite one. The owners are really nice too and I get free flowers every time I visit in the summer. But this isn't about me," Emalia pauses to gather her thoughts before continuing, "A flower shop at the beach. That seems oddly fitting for you. Hope it stays nice." She poster unconsciously relaxes from its normal tense position. Elijah was a lot easier to talk to then she anticipate and even nicer than she pinned him to be. Maybe she shouldn't judge some people she hasn't had any interaction with. He was starting to be one of the few people she felt comfortable with. But it wasn't from romantic feelings, no she didn't know him that well yet. It was platonic which is just as rare. And it could open the door for more possibilities.

So she is a bit more relaxed and her body language was a little less guarded. She laughs lightly at his declaration of not hearing of Cannetella. "I would be surprised if you did. Its an Italian fairytale that is part of an opera. I don't know the popularity outside my country and its safe to assume that its not high. But I always found it to be nice and the music from the opera to be lovely. Maybe I will show you sometime if you were ever interested. No pressure." She explains thinking back to the recordings her grandmother would play as she read to the pink haired girl to sleep. Silence settle around her as Elijah asks Ms. Potter if they could get a pass if they were late. The teacher agreed and winked which Emalia found odd.

Glancing to Elijah from the corner of her eye, it didn't seem like he noticed. It was either that or it didn't bother him enough to say anything. So she decided that he won't mention it, then she won't either. She was so caught up in the soft music playing in her head, she jumped slightly when he reacted to her mentioning social suicide. The girl lets out a soft laugh at his reaction. "One friend gained at the loss of so many others. Sounds like a loss to me but maybe my math is off." She jokes as she glances to his hand. She debated if he wanted her to shake it or not. It would be awkward either way, but she came to conclude that it would be weirder if she shook his hand if that wasn't his intent for that. So she didn't move to take his hand but moved on to his question. Nicknames. "Well I have nicknames from my family. And the student body has a field day when they come up with things to call me. So really it depends on what you have in mind."