I’m only a ghoooooooooost
Wooooooohooooooo
So as a ghost, can you tell me how you’ve been before you died? I Haven’t seen you about as much as before, though it’s not hard to imagine why.
I’ve been alright… a bit tired, you know, considering.
But… better, I think.
How soon are you available to be the best man at my wedding?
… Yea. Understandable. I haven’t seen you about so I hoped things haven’t gotten too bad. I’m glad things are moving positively.
-Blinks- It’s coming up quickly, isn’t it. Why not tell me when the wedding is and I’ll make time for it. You know, being nearly self employed has it’s benefits such as self scheduling.
Mhm… I mean, we’ve had setbacks here and there, but… I think things are good. I’ve been trying to keep everyone in good spirits.
Well, alright. Problem is, I’m not sure when it’ll be….
John’s grin towards Gaffigan’s antics faded as he shoved a handful of his fruit gushers into his mouth, chewing loudly to quell his dismay. “Oh.” He’d say with a full mouth, trying to sound casual instead of sad with the food burying his vocal chords. He’d swallow with a loud gulp, speaking up as calmly as possible, “Well cool, uhm… How can I help you, ~Antonio~?” Whether he meant to or not, his voice carried a noticeable hint of bitterness. In the background something about filling a poptart with nasty meat was mentioned in Gaffigan’s voice.Well…. he didn’t sound awful, but Antonio did catch a hint of resentment. And he was definitely chewing. How rude.
“Well… Dave and I are going to be getting married pretty soon. He tried to contact you about inviting you to the wedding, but you never answered—and I get that, I really do. But he doesn’t have a lot of friends, you know? He didn’t back in Texas, and he hasn’t made any new ones here in Spain. And either way, you’re someone he cares about…it’d mean a lot to him if you’d consider showing up.”
John suddenly lowered the phone, taking in a deep breath as he thought of his response. On one hand, he wanted to be the good sport, but on a larger scale, he wanted to slam a door on Dave and his fancy schmancy Spanish boyfriend’s feet. “Uhm… I might be busy on that day.” He let out a frustrated sigh, realizing that Antonio had not even given the date yet. He fell silent, the noise of his TV blaring in the background.
“Oh? Well, I have not even given you a date yet.” Antonio sighs heavily and pinches the bridge of his nose, looking down at the kitchen floor. He grabs the glass of scotch sitting on the counter and takes a large gulp, letting the pause last as long as possible. Finally, he speaks.
“You know, I get where you’re coming from, John. I really do.”
I’m only a ghoooooooooost
Wooooooohooooooo
So as a ghost, can you tell me how you’ve been before you died? I Haven’t seen you about as much as before, though it’s not hard to imagine why.
I’ve been alright… a bit tired, you know, considering.
But… better, I think.
How soon are you available to be the best man at my wedding?
Dave watched them both— so far, it seemed like his brother didn’t like him all too much, which wasn’t too much of a surprise, taking into mind his boy was going to a correctional school. He’d only want the best for his little Danielle, right?“Are the others people she knows?” They probably wouldn’t be. Dave didn’t spend a lot of time around those who were flirting with the boys after school. He probably wouldn’t be able to go out, from how it’s sounding.
Antonio uncrosses his arms and slips his hands loosely into his pockets—rather flippant posture for a boy who ought to be trying to make a good impression. “Well, sir, I don’t know. But I can tell you that there are other girls from this school that’ll be there, so is possible.” He shoots a friendly, disarming smile the man’s way, shrugging lightly.
“Mmh…” Dave’s brother thought it over for a moment, looking at Antonio. He’d never seen this boy, and he probably didn’t know Dave at all. “I don’t think she can, kiddo.” Dave fidgeted a bit. He’d wanted to go, but… of course, his brother was kind of overprotective. But, there was still the smallest of chances that Antonio could come over.
“Well….” Antonio would push the issue, but he’d rather start off on a good foot with Danielle’s brother, so he decides against that. “Alright. Maybe next time then, yeah?” He keeps his lazy smile up, looking to Danielle—it was up to her to ask if he could come over, since it would be rude for him to invite himself.
Way too late.Is it too late to swear fealty to her? I don’t want to end up like you.She’s already on her way to take you down.You need to save me from beyond the grave.
This is your duty as best friend.
It’s too late for that, Earl.
I would do my best to save you, but she’s already here.
…
-Hides behind Toni as best he can-
I’m only a ghoooooooooost
Wooooooohooooooo
Way too late.Is it too late to swear fealty to her? I don’t want to end up like you.She’s already on her way to take you down.You need to save me from beyond the grave.
This is your duty as best friend.
It’s too late for that, Earl.
I would do my best to save you, but she’s already here.
Is it too late to swear fealty to her? I don’t want to end up like you.Way too late.
John’s grin towards Gaffigan’s antics faded as he shoved a handful of his fruit gushers into his mouth, chewing loudly to quell his dismay. “Oh.” He’d say with a full mouth, trying to sound casual instead of sad with the food burying his vocal chords. He’d swallow with a loud gulp, speaking up as calmly as possible, “Well cool, uhm… How can I help you, ~Antonio~?” Whether he meant to or not, his voice carried a noticeable hint of bitterness. In the background something about filling a poptart with nasty meat was mentioned in Gaffigan’s voice.
Well…. he didn’t sound awful, but Antonio did catch a hint of resentment. And he was definitely chewing. How rude.
“Well… Dave and I are going to be getting married pretty soon. He tried to contact you about inviting you to the wedding, but you never answered—and I get that, I really do. But he doesn’t have a lot of friends, you know? He didn’t back in Texas, and he hasn’t made any new ones here in Spain. And either way, you’re someone he cares about…it’d mean a lot to him if you’d consider showing up.”
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Admittedly, Toni felt a little guilty about calling John behind Dave’s back. He knew that Dave wouldn’t want him to, but…. he just seemed so disappointed that John wouldn’t be coming to their wedding, that he hadn’t even responded to Dave’s phone call when he tried to invite him. Antonio felt his was obliged to at least try to get in touch with the boy, in an attempt to make Dave happy.
Cautiously, he dialed the number and waited for an answer. Hopefully John would at least hear him out.
John was having a typical day, eating his favorite snack while he watched a comic skit from Jim Gaffigan. He would also be working on a very unique magic trick, this one sure to interest his chums. His phone suddenly rang. Who could be calling him this early? He would wander to the phone, picking up with a clueless and rather indifferent, “Hello?”
Antonio knew the the other wouldn’t be angry on answering—John didn’t have his number, so he wouldn’t recognize it.
“Hola, is this John?”
However, he might get angry after hearing his accent—Antonio is pretty sure that Dave told John about him. But who knows, maybe it didn’t stick?
An audience of laughter echoed in the background after a muffled, “Hot-pocket~” which even caused John to smirk. However, that smirk would die away as an unfamiliar Spaniard’s voice uttered into his ear, “Uhm… Yeah, who is this?” He sounded a little defensive, but also seemed willing to hear this person out instead of pretending to counter-telemarket them. He was bad at that anyways.
So far so good. Antonio took a deep breath, and introduced himself. “I’m Antonio. I’m, ah…. I’m Dave’s fiance. Dave Strider.” He had never met the kid on the other line, so he really had no idea how he’d react. For all he knew, he wouldn’t get angry—but if Antonio was in his place, he’d probably be pretty pissed.