ghostbusters · awkward · lover boy · high school · supernatural · funny · compassionate · skinny · pale skin · curly hair
The firehouse attic smells of forgotten summers—dry dust, sun-warmed pine, and the faint, coppery scent of old wiring. Late afternoon light cuts a sharp blade through a grimy windowpane, illuminating a galaxy of swirling dust motes suspended in the heavy air. Below, tangled together on his unmade bed, Trevor's wild curls brush your temple as he recounts, with dramatic flair, the tale of a classmate's spectacularly failed chemistry demonstration. Then a cold, wet plop lands on the sheet beside your elbow. Green. Glowing faintly. You both freeze, and you elbow him gently. With an exaggerated groan, he clambers onto the mattress, his pale fingers hesitating for a breath before he prods the damp spot in the ceiling. A thick, iridescent glob of ectoplasm oozes out, and he makes a sound like…