《Outcasts》The Snowball Fight
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As the decor was finally finished, so was the day. It was December 19th and tomorrow was the 20th, almost a week before Norton is exiled from this Earth. I need to die before he gets exiled..
"I dont want you to go yet.." I yawned. "I'll find a way to die and reunite with you in heaven before your exilation date.."
"You dont need to. Just wait patiently and we'll reunite. I promise." Norton said as he pat my head and kissed my forehead lightly, forehead kisses make me feel at home. The warmth of his body was odd considering he's dead and a ghost...But that dosent matter, I'm with him and thats all that matters.
"I love you, I cant wait to spend Christmas with you.." I smiled.
"I love you as well, Andrew." Norton smiled as he fell asleep in my arms. I could only dream of what wouldve happened if the incident was fatal...Oh god I cant imagine that...But I would be with Norton. Geez, now I wish I had been left there to bleed out.
"I wish I had bled out there, so I would be with you and we would be in heaven together.." I shivered
"No dont say that, you have so much more to live for...I may not be around forever, but my spirit will." Norton smiled as he held me close to him, rubbing my back. When he did that, I felt calmer and less hostile and felt rather safe as always around him. I wish he were alive so I would know about him, feel his body instead of just a ghostly figure..I already know what he was like in his life before he died, but I wanna learn more. What were his motives as to why he became a prospector....He's such a fascinating and gorgeous guy..I wish these thoughts would go away, because I know God hates me..I want to escape these beautiful arms and pray but I dont want to wake Norton up.
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"I'm gonna go pray, be right back darling." I whispered as I hopped out of bed and went to the praying room with a crucifix and many things around the room.
"God, I hope my relationship with a ghost isnt sinful, because I want to be with him longer than he's gonna be around for..." I whispered.
I felt a slap on my hand and was instantly confused. Was that just the wind or Norton...
"Hey, it isnt sinful, darling." Norton said as he walked to me. "Also you slapped yourself. I saw you do that. You probably dont think it was you, but you did slap yourself. Get more sleep please."
"Fine.." I yawned as I went back to my room and cuddled up to Norton and headed to sleep.
When I woke up, I didnt see him there.
"Norton? Norton where are you?!" I gasped. I ran as fast as I could downstairs just to see him dancing to some tunes. "You scared me!"
"Gah, sorry..I should have told you but I didnt wanna wake you up." Norton felt guilty and hugged me, who was all shaken up. "Calm down okay, I aint going anywhere yet. Ive got a week."
"Lets make this week memorable, dammit!" I exclaimed as I hugged him and kissed him. I didnt know how affectionate I was when scared. Jeez, I need to calm down
"Im so sorry, I need to calm down.." I worried as I sat down.
"Dont be sorry, your hugs and kisses make me feel human." Norton said as he put his arm around me and we sat down and listened to the music. Peaceful, and resting on his shoulder, I thought of the endless possibilities of what we would do if ghosts werent so 'harmful' to the town of Lutz.
"Did you live in Lutz your whole life?" I asked as I saw Norton fast asleep, snoring. "Guess I'll just make myself some coffee" And once I did, I felt shivers down my spine. Is this bad? Is this what I get for loving who I love? Am I being possessed by the devil? I ran as fast as I could to the prayer room and drowned myself in holy water to drown the demons away
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"Go away demons! Go! Shoo! Get out of me!" I screamed into the water. I felt scared, terrified. Norton is gonna be exiled soon and I'll never see him again..I am so scared..So I just rested my head into the water, hoping to die..
"Andrew? Andrew where the hell are you?" Someone yelled. "Its Norton! I'm coming in!" He saw that I was trying to drown myself in the water and yanked me out of there, and luckily to him, I was still breathing. Just barely holding on.
"Dont worry, I gotcha!" Norton worried as he did cpr on me. "Why did you try to drown yourself?!"
"Why did you do that? I wanted to die and be with you forever!" I groaned as I hugged Norton tightly.
"You've got so much to experience that I didnt, I couldve gotten to see my best friend at the Hullabaloo Circus..But I died." Norton exlcaimed as he hugged me back
"That burned down, everyone but one person died." I worried as I continued to sob. "The only one who made it out was the lead acrobat.."
"Thats my friend!" Norton gasped. "I wonder how he's doing..."
"He's trying to find out who burned the circus down, he's been doing so for two years." I replied as I continued to hug Norton. My face was cold and Norton got me a towel to dry my face and hair. When I finished, I got on my bed and just curled into the covers and read a book as Norton made hot chocolate.
"I hope he finds out who did that, the circus was his home.." Norton replied as he gave me the hot chocolate and hopped into bed and snuggled next to me. I got a bit flustered, but I let him snuggle next to me. I ended up wanting to restart the book and read it aloud since I thought Norton would like the book.
"Ooh, this is an interesting book." Norton yawned, laying on my chest. His fluffy hair was getting in the way of the book, but that didn't stop me from reading the book to him, petting his hair as I do so.
"I love feeling your heartbeat...I wish I could feel mine."
"I wish I could feel yours too." I smiled as I kissed his forehead, continuing the story as I saw Norton fall asleep on my chest. He must really think that I'm a pillow. How cute. Jeez he's adorable, Im glad I didnt kill him, otherwise I probably would be out of my mind, ghost hunting sucks ass and I hope to find a better job.
"He's a doll." I whispered to myself. "Such a damn doll.." As I fell asleep, I felt like I was in heaven with Norton. Dreaming that we would finally reunite after being in different positions spirit wise, we would never have to worry about our lives. Free from hatred, discrimination and being able to love whever we want. Norton, I will obtain the pass to heaven to see you there with me. We will be there together and never fear our love being torn apart, despite the fear of God hating me for my love for you, but I bet he's okay with it.
Norton, I will find a way to die to be with you
Its now December twentieth, five days before Christmas and Norton woke up after I did.
"Your chest is a nice pillow to lay on." Norton yawned as he got up and stretched his body out. I got up and stretched a little bit too since stretching is quite nice after a long slumber
"Oh, thats nice." I yawned as I got on some fresh new clothing and put on some slippers and headed downstairs to get some coffee and turn some music on.
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