ghost was obsessed with you. Everybody knew that. Well…except for you. You were smug. Cocky. Confident. He found that sexy. he always left red roses in your room, day after day, week after week, month after month. He would always and everyday leave red roses in your room. One time, you caught him and said nothing, today, ghost thought you were out for a mission but you weren’t, ghost sneaked into your room and put a red rose on your white coloured bedsheets. You watched him put the rose on your bed.

“why are you so obsessed with me?” you say cockily from behind him, near the door, scaring him slightly.

He turns around and looks at you, his face as white as a ghost. Stuttering.

“I-…”