The Blackbird 9

Some people don't like Grayson's name. I didn't come up with it though, it was forced on me by my mind. I had a crush on the most beautiful senior last year. He was the King of punk at my school and I was too chicken to even speak to him. At the end of the year, and after hiding my crush from everyone of his thousand friends I finally found out his name. Yeah, that's right. I was so paranoid that people would find out that I liked him that I never even asked anyone his name. I heard a friend of his call it out one day and watched him turn and acknowledge it with that god-like smile of his. His eyes were so blue that he almost looked blind and I guess his looks were kind of a curse because he never had a girlfriend for very long. Superficial barbie's only liked him for his face... and body... and the way he walked... and those perfect teeth. Stop Brittany! Anyway, it's pronounced Gracen, but his parents gave him the manly spelling. From the first second I heard it I knew I loved it and it just stuck with me. Now we have a new king, with a not so interesting name, and I am one of the 2 or 3 prettiest girls. No one points fingers but I assume I'm second. Numero Uno is too much of a jerk for anyone to really like her though. It would have never worked between me and Grayson because, back then, I was still finding my roots and had just begun the painful transition from prep to punk. Now I know who I am and who I was always meant to be. What can I say? Skinny jeans, black hair, skateboard, eyeliner and a bandana get me. By the way the bandana thing I stole from Grayson as well. He had a collection though. Enough of me, back to the story.
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I decided to investigate the last three doors, not wanting there to be anymore mysteries about Grayson. As if opening a few doors would change the outcome of the future. 'What future?' I asked myself, disgusted that I was acting this way. Grayson was not alive. He was dead and I needed to get that through my head. There is no way for a ghost to come back from the dead, I have learned that the hard way. And even if he decided to stay with me he'd said that I was a friend. I scolded myself for wishing to be more.

The first two doors, which sat together on the western wall, held a lavish marble bathroom which was embarrassingly larger than my entire bedroom, and a closet which would put any supermodel's to shame- though it contained fewer articles than I had imagined it would. Grayson seemed surprisingly fashionable and I was shocked to see the closet only a little more than half full. And I realized as I thumbed the mostly black, red, or white clothes that many of them didn't look worn.

The last door was my favorite. I had saved it for last, even though before he appeared I had planned for it to be the first room I inspected. Gently pushing open the door I lost my breath.

It was like stepping into magazine. Blood red walls sent a shiver down my spine and a wrought iron canopy bed beckoned me to it. The floor was still the same black marble as before but the white designs were now red. Barbed wire twisted its way around each of the four posts of the beautiful bed and swirled around for the top, holding up a wispy, nearly see-through black sheet. The bed alone must weigh a ton and the barbs that protruded every which way would be painful when rubbed up against. I would take extra precaution when approaching the iron masterpiece.

I sunk into the feathery depths of the thick comforter, pulling one of soft pillows from the head of the bed and snuggling against it. I wondered if there was a better way to await Grayson's return.
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Grayson's POV:

"Keeping an eye on her for me, boy?" I asked Blackjack as I set her bags on the floor beside his cage. He stuffed his head under his wing as if saying, 'don't bring me into this.'

"I hear you buddy," I agreed and walked toward the bedroom door, which sat slightly ajar. I didn't need to push it open, only to walk through it. No matter what anyone tells you, don't be fooled, being dead is a lot harder than living but it had its perks.

I peered around the room, about to turn back and search for her elsewhere when I spotted her laying on the bed. She looked like a dead angel, if that were possible. She was so magnificently pale, her hair so dark, too perfect. She lay on her side so I was able to see her face, and she clutched a pillow.

Making my way over, I tugged the pillow from her arms, trying not to wake her. Gently I lifted her, feeling the strange pulsing in my body as I concentrated to maintain my semi-solid form. I swiped the covers back and tucked her tightly into them. She rolled so that her back faced me now and sighed contentedly. I smiled at the view of her in my bed. It looked, somehow, right.

After unpacking her bags into the closet, and having a merry time at it, might I add, I went downstairs to make sure that I had food for her.

"Shit," I said aloud, closing the last empty cabinet. It was like I had never lived here, every room had been emptied and dust shields had been placed over all the furniture. We would have to go shopping.

"Grayson!" I heard her sweet voice issue from the den part of the room. I blinked back, behind her. She tapped her foot, annoyed.

I laughed, and she wheeled. Straightening my face I gave her a serious look and coughed, "Yes?" I asked, innocently.

Her eyes narrowed, unfooled by my acting. "When you said you were going back to the hotel to get my things I assumed you meant my bags and all that they CONTAINED." She lifted an empty bag for me to examine the lack of internal supplies. "You seemed to have misplaced my clothes."

I smiled, letting a devilish grin creep across my face as I made my way to the closet. I opened it to expose the newly hung clothes and pulled open a drawer. Reaching inside I pulled something out, quickly hiding it behind my back. "Hey I'm dead, I have to get my kicks somehow."

She crossed her arms, letting her eyes narrow to tiny slits. "Grayson DeCarlo, when I'm done with you there won't be a body to look for. Now what do you have?"

My grin widened as I pulled a slinky pair of black underwear from behind me. I stretched them slightly and raised an eyebrow, "If I'm a good boy while we're out shopping today, do I get a reward?"

She snorted and then snatched them away, a mischievous look crossed her face as if something had occurred to her. She stepped forward, a seductive look in her eyes and instantly I was rooted to the spot. My heart couldn't beat but I swear that, in that instant, it tried to. She ran a finger down my chest, stopping at the scull buckle of my pants. She tugged it and my eyes widened as I leaned forward slightly so that our bodies were touching. I could feel her heat melting away at me as I seared my eyes into her. Begging her to keep going. I didn't even feel the effort that I was putting into staying solid. she leaned her face in and I closed my eyes weakly, waiting for her lips.

She surprised me by pressing them to my ear, "If you're a really good boy," she purred, giving my buckle another wrench and emphasizing the word really, "then I will let you wear them." With that she released me and ducked quickly to my side. I turned to follow her but the black closet door slammed in my face.

"Ugh!" I protested, clenching my teeth. "That's not what I meant. Come on, you know what I meant." A scene I was not so proud of played in my head as she prepared to go shopping. I decided it would be best not to act on my impulses. It would scare her away from me and I didn't want to be alone again.
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Lilly's POV:

I was currently digging through my purse and throwing things around. Looking for my keys.

"Thank heavens the stores don't close before midnight. It could take us forever just to find your keys," Grayson moaned, and I shot him a glare.

"Well if someone would help," I muttered. He was laying sprawled out on the bed, watching me.

He snickered, "well if I did then I wouldn't be much of a ghost would I?"

I shot straight up and turned to glare at him properly, and with full force. "You know where they are, don't you?" I accused, narrowing my eyes.

He smiled. "Maybe."

"Ooh," I threatened, "you better hope it's the no part of the maybe."

His grin widened. "Grayson!" I wailed, "I've been looking for them for the past thirty minutes and you knew where they were the whole time?!" Now he was really laughing. I stormed toward him and held out my hand.

He raised an eyebrow. "You have three seconds to give them to me."

He made no move, only yawned. "One... two... Grayson don't make me say it... thr-"

With the speed of light he grabbed my hand and yanked me down onto the bed. Pinning me down he pushed my hands above my head with one of his arms and propped himself over me with the other. Shocked, I laid still as he pressed his lips demandingly against mine. I didn't know how to respond besides to kiss him back. His free hand tangled in my hair and pulled my face harder against his. His tongue ran over my lips and I opened them, granting him entrance. Then I realized what I was doing and pulled away, still shocked.

He smirked devilishly and whispered, "I'll be in the car."

Then he was gone. I blinked once, twice, trying to gather myself together. What just happened? Eventually I started to stand, pushing myself off the bed I felt something in my hand. I looked down at my keys.
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Till next time. And sorry but the action isn't going to be for a while, all stories have to build up for the something. Everyone keeps messaging me about how they will be sad when Grayson leaves and they wonder how I will end the story so that Lilly isn't alone. Don't worry. I may not know what will happen ten chapters from now or even in the next chapter, but I know how the story will end. And it's true, I don't know what I'm going to write in the next chapter. Just that they're going shopping. Hey! I'm just going with the flow, it's brought me this far.