Lucas Grendel! “What's the ever so busy Amanda doing in a boutique?" He asked as he walked towards me. "That's none of your business," I replied coldly. “Haha," he laughed. "I see that you still have this cold attitude. I was hoping you would decide to be a bit warm given the fact that you walked into the cosmetic section of a mall?“ I rolled my eyes. It was obvious that he was just here to cause trouble. Unfortunately, I wasn't interested in talking with thrash. “Grow up, Lucas," I replied before giving my attention back to the sales rep. “Can you please continue with what you were saying?""Huh?" the sales rep replied, confused.I believed Lucas' interruption had made her forget what she wanted to say. Honestly, I don't blame her. “You were explaining how I would use this product," I urged her on, showing the primer that she had placed in my hands before Lucas arrived. "Umm, yeah,“ She replied, gaining her composure. “You're to apply this on your face before any other-“ “Wh
“You know, I'm so happy that I could literally kiss you right now,“ I Informed Drew happily. He had an amused look on his face and I couldn't help but ask. ‘What?" I asked. "Nothing," He replied, still smiling.“Why are you staring at me like I said something stupid?" "Probably because you did say something… hot but definitely, stupid," he muttered.I scrunch my nose when I realized something. “Oh, I forgot you're a ghost.“ “Yes, I am and I've got two brothers who are ghosts also,“ He reminded me. “But that doesn't mean you can't be kissed,“ I said. “I can see you, speak to you and even touch you,“ I explained “So? That doesn't explain anything,“ Drew countered. “Actually, it does.“ I insisted. "Can you explain what you're implying?""I'm not implying anything. Rather, I'm just trying to conclude reality. You can be kissed,‘ I stated firmly. Honestly, I don't know why I'm having this argument with Drew. I can see people starting to give me a confused stare as they pass by. Th
“When is the panda coming back?“ Calvin whined in the sitting room of Amanda's apartment. “Shut up, Calvin You are disturbing my rest," Mason reprimanded him from the sofa where he was resting “Les fantomes ne dorment. pas, alors arrete dessayer." (Ghosts don't sleep, so stop trying.) “Je n'ai pas dit que je dormais, cretin Jai dit repos. Notez la difference. (I didn't say I was sleeping, moron. I said rest. Note the difference)" Mason corrected. Calvin rolled his eyes. “Quoi que“ (Whatever) There was a click in the door of the apartment, and Calvin gilded happily towards it. “Panda," he squealed, hugging her as soon as she entered her apartment. ‘It's Amanda, for the nth time, Calvin,“ Mason corrected from behind. He had also glided towards the door of the apartment to welcome Amanda, but he would never agree to it. Calvin stuck his tongue out towards Mason. "I don't see her complaining,“ He said. "Call me Panda one more time and you're going to be having a taste of my
"That wasn't just a mere shout," Calvin whispered to Mason. “Yeah, I know. It sounded like something terrible happened," Mason replied, pondering on what could have happened in the few moments Drew left them. “What do you think happened?“ Calvin asked Mason. “How am I supposed to know? I was right here with you, remember?“ “Let's ask Drew then," Calvin suggested.Mason gave his younger brother an eye roll. “Why are you so dense? We just asked him and he said nothing. It's probably something embarrassing that's why he doesn't want to tell us.“ he muttered."I believe you guys are aware that I can hear you?" Drew interrupted. Calvin smiled, “Oh, we weren't trying to hide it from you.“ Drew decided to ignore his brothers and meandered out of the sitting room completely. Calvin and Mason, on the other hand, didn't notice his total absence as they were both caught up in figuring out what happened between Amanda and their elder brother. Drew had two options at the moment. Either he l
"How dare you? Amanda queried Drew. She was mad that he wasn't accepting the truth.Drew, on the other hand, moved closer towards her, making Amanda stagger backwards."What are you doing?" She stuttered."What do you think?" He asked, his voice dangerously low as he approached her. "Don't come any closer or else…""Or else what?" Drew asked, quivering an eyebrow as he continued his movement toward her. "Just admit the truth and stop coming close to me," she said.Drew chuckled. He was enjoying the cat-and-mouse play much more than her. The chemistry between them wasn't something that could be hidden. It was left for either of them to admit that they were attracted to each other.The only problem was the possibility of such a relationship taking place. A ghost and a human can never have something sexual between themselves. They thought.Drew stopped in his tracks as he successfully backed Amanda up against the wall. She looked like a deer caught in a headlight and he could t help b
Drew stood at the side watching the emotions on Amanda's face flutter. It was obvious that she was having an internal struggle on whether to seek his help or not. But they both knew that it was only a matter of time before she would bend to the will of her stomach. Although she had been having culinary lessons with Drew and sometimes his brothers, she was still not perfect enough to be left in the kitchen alone. As if the heavens were against her, there was a low grumble from her stomach making Drew snicker. Amanda sent him a deathly glare which he returned with a mischievous smirk. She knew that he was enjoying the moment and waiting for her to seek his help. Amanda thought of forgoing her choice of having scrambled eggs and toast for dinner and settling for just ordering pizza. But, the thought of having something different superseded her courage to pick up her phone and make the call. Admitting defeat, she turned towards Drew who had a triumphant smile on his face. She wished
"Really?" I asked, shocked by his choice. He nodded in reply. “Why?“ I asked before quickly adding, “no offence, but I felt that you being a chef and all that, you would want to take your time in making a complicated and mean scrambled egg.“ Drew scrunched his nose and I have got to admit that that looked cute on him. “Do you always have this thought about chefs?“ I gave a short laugh. “Of course! That is what you guys do. You chefs always like being artistic with food, so I expected that you would maybe like complicated dishes instead of making simple ones." I shrugged my shoulders as I finished my explanation. "That is partly true. But sometimes we like to make things simple.“ "If you say so. But I am not going to just believe you automatically.""Then we have got to work on that," he replied with a wink.I laughed. “Alright, sensei,“ I mocked. “You wound me, dear Amanda,“ he pouted, placing a hand on his chest. I laughed harder and Drew joined me. The awkward atmosphere betw
So for once, I decided to be patient and listen to my cooking instructor. I was famished but decided to do as he had saidI scraped the spatula diligently along the sides and bottom of the pan. If I could wait this long to eat then it would be better to have a scrumptious meal than one that tastes like pigs vomit because I decided to murder it out of my impatience. After all the time was already far gone. “Okay, how would you like the texture of your egg?“ Drew asked. I snorted. “What? Do eggs also have texture?“ I asked He smacked his lips. “As a matter of fact, yes, they do "Why? That's ridiculous,“ I said before going back to the task he had assigned to me. "Because everyone has a preference when it comes to food.“ I snorted. “Then I guess I'm not like everyone because I don't have a preference. As far as it's edible I don't have a problem.“ Drew laughed at my response. “Thats right. You're definitely different from others," he muttered. I pretended not to hear what he had