“Hey, going to watch the fireworks?” He asked.

“I’m tired.” You say with a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes. Ghost’s first thought was how fake it is.

Hands trembled as you pinched yourself, most wouldn’t notice, but Ghost did.

“Okay.” He said as you were on your way to your room. He decided to follow, and just before you turn into your room he grabs your wrist, taking you to his room.

“I use to hate them too.” He whispers about the fireworks as he locks his door behind you two.