Mason sighed and pushed his hand through her stomach. "Tada." He muttered dryly.
Alice felt a cold chill fill th pit of her stomach, she stared at him wide eyed. She lited her hand shakingly, reaching to touch the side of his face.
"Alison! I'm home, what do you want for dinner?"
Alice heard her mom shouting from the kitchen, she rolled her eyes. "Meet me in my room? I'll be right back..." Alice said, standing up slowly.
Alice brushed paced him to the door, did I really just tell a boy to meet me in my room? Alice looked over her shoulder at the boy.
"COMING!" Alice retorted back to her mom before closing the door behind her.
Mason smiled and followed her out, dissapearing from view. Of course... The voice was like a whisper in her head.
Alice quickly walked down the hallway, fixing her hair before going down the to meet her mother.
"ALISON what on earth did you do to your hair?" Her mother shrieked, half surprised, mostly unnerved.
Alice didn't make eye contact, she took a deep breath and went to the fridge.
"What are we having for dinner?" Alice nonchantly asked before taking out a flavored water bottle.
"Alison what did you do to your hair?" Her mother growled once more.
"It's just Alice." Alice smirked, not even turning around.
"Alice, you first cut all your long pretty blonde hair off, and now you dye it?" She sighed, already deafeated.
"It's my hair, Karen. I can do whatever the he.ll i want to it., Karen." Alice sneered, beforre turning to face her.
"It's just mother." Her mom stated, hurt, she went back to doing dishes.
"We're having chinese."
Alice headed back up to her room, she looked around before plumping onto her bed, face first. Barrying her face into her pillow.
Mason was floating above her bed, smiling. "I think your hair looks nice." He grinned and swooped down. "Your mom didn't sound too happy though..."
Alice smirked, "Thank you Mason." She chimmed into the pillow. She moved her head, resting her chin on her pillow. "She isn't ever happy" she let out s osft sigh before turning over, "So, are you like Casper or do I need to call Ghost Busters?" she arched a brow, with a witty smile prickling off her lips.
Mason shook his head, laughing. "Not quite Casper but there will be no need for the ghost busters. I'm just tied to this house for the most part." He floated around. "This was actually my room..."
(I crack myself up;)
Alice giggled slightly, you think she'd be freakingout more. "Tied to the house? So you can't leave? " She asked softly, mostly to herself. "Really? " She murmured, taking a look aroundn, unpacked boxes filled the floor, and covered up some of the blue walls.
Mason laughed, grinning. "Yeah, it kinda sucks but it can be fun sometimes. You're the first person to own the house since..." He sighed.
Alice nodded, and smiled softly, "So, what do you usually do?" She asked, slightly mused. She sat up on her elbows and starred at him, First Person, huh?
Mason sighed softly. "Float around and do nothing..."
"So, how'd you die? I mean with the car accident in all?" Alice asked, obviously interested.
What a boring ghost..
Mason sighed. "I was driving and got hit head on..." He did a floating backflip. "Dsnt feel a thing...."
(What should happen now? xD)
"Oh." Alice sighed, her gaze following his back flip. "That's kind of scary." She said softly, burshing the back of her hand across her nose.
"ALICE, Dinner!" her mother bellowed, knocking on the wall down the hall from her door,loudly.
"COMING!" she huffed, leaving the room and appearing shortly afterwards, with a small box of chinese, her chopsticks, lazily in her hand.
(let their friendship grow I guess)
Mason stared at the food hungrily. He hadn't eaten since his death and he craved food every day.
Picking up some of the white noodles skillfully with her chopsticks, Alice stuffed them in her mouth. With her cheeks puffed, like chimpmunks, she looked up at Mason and frowned before swallowing, "Do you want some...or can ghosts not eat?" She asked awkwardy.
Mason crossed his legs and floated next to her. "Ghosts can't eat, it reeeaaaalllllllyyyyy sucks." He smiled at her. "But I do lots of cool stuff."
Alice looked up at him, "I think I'd die without food." Alice mumbled, her mouth stuffed with food again. She sat down her Chinese food, and looked at Mason with a grin, "What kind of cool stuff?" She asked, obviously interested.
Mason grinned. "I'll show you when you're mom isn't around, it might freak her out."