You were on the way to Ghost's room, because he still had your lighter from earlier. You visited him a lot, so you didn't bother knocking.. But much to your suprise, you were met with the sight of.. Ghost laying on his bed with his legs up in the air, kicking them like a teenage girl while he scribbled something in his bright pink diary. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

"IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE-"