❝ Matthew Shepard ❞
Matthew watched her squirm, a small smile tugging at the corner of his pale lips. She might be fun to play with after all. Something about this 'Maya' girl seemed different from everyone else who visited him, not just because of her shoes, but something was... off about her. Deciding not to linger on the thought anymore, the ghost boy brought his hands up to his hair, styling his bangs to the side and making sure he looked as cool as possible. He didn't want to reveal himself and end up looking like he just rolled out of bed! With one last tug of his tie, he decided he looked perfect. Now was his chance.
He quietly cleared his throat, straightening his back and crossing his legs. "Trouble?" He asked Maya, allowing himself to slowly appear before her. "Whatever do you mean?" Matthew would never talk to someone like this normally, it was just some weird dialogue he heard in a movie once. He hoped he looked at least somewhat cool in front of the stranger who had never met him. Well, he's already dead. What else does he have left?
The ghost boy stood up, walking over to the girl and kneeling beside her as she sat on the ground. "Maya, Maya... it's a pretty name." He smiled, crossing his arms in his lap. Oh god how do I talk to people. I wasn't even good at it while I was living! Nonetheless with girls. Oh my gosh... He thought to himself, a sense of panic taking over as he forgot how uncool he was. He shook the feeling off as best as he could, closing his eyes for a brief moment then looking right back at the girl.
❝I’ll chew you up and I’ll spit you out
Cause that’s what young love is all about❞