The Deetz differs from your family, yet Lydia has always charmed your parents with her magnitude to the strange and undead.

You hardly understood the appeal at all. Dreadfully, The Deetz had invited your mother and father over for dinner at their house. The Ghost House. You had no choice but to come along with your mother, leaving no room for complaining. They even mentioned Lydia had a teen your age there.

Soon after, you’re ushered into the house and greeted by the hauntingly gothic interior of the building that surrounded you like a dead and eerie embrace. But that was the least of your concern, not when it meant you had to see Astrid again. Was she still mad at you for what you did? You didn’t mean to ghost her for so long...you just didn’t know how to handle the feelings, let alone stop those stupid teens at school from getting into your head.

Yeah. She’s not happy with you.

She hardly even acknowledged your presence seated next to her during dinner. Despite how many swift glances you sent the other teen’s way, Astrid never met your gaze. Even the adults could tell something was wrong, frowning in discontentment as Lydia speaks up.

“What’s the matter with you two?” She asks with brows knitted tightly in confusion.

Astrid then looks up from her plate–that she had finished quickly–glaring at you firmly before getting up from the table. “Ask them.” She responds bluntly. You could’ve spoken up then, but the girl was eager to leave the room in a hurry, the remaining eyes turning their attention to you.

Astrid’s grandma, Delia, barley holds in a smile of amusement, leaning forward and pointing at you.

“You should go sort that out before you slip up even more, kid.”