Ghost Lover
Austin couldn't just believe what was happening, all he wanted was for this to happen often and he wouldn't mind.
Allen was busy preparing his bed for the night when he heard his door creak open. He grunted, thinking it was his father who came in. He was happy his father was in a great mood, but he was honestly tired of the stories.
"Hey"
"Now you want to talk to me?" Allen replied without looking back, focusing his attention on his bed.
Austin sighed and buried his head, "how did we get here?" He whispered with all sincerity and sadness in his voice. "We were perfect growing up, I remember you being my only Friend"