This is part 2 to the spooky ghost bryce ;)
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Ryan loved mornings. They were always so quiet and peaceful, and even though he hated getting up early, sometimes he would do it just to enjoy the calmness of the early hours. There was just something oddly satisfying about making a nice, hot cup of coffee and being able to sit down and watch-

“Why do you put so much cream into your coffee?” There was a voice speaking behind Ryan all of a sudden, and he nearly dropped his coffee out of fear.

Whirling around, Ryan was met with Bryce, who was sitting on the counter, watching Ryan with interest.

“You're still here?” Bryce huffed, puffing his cheeks.

“I asked a question first, you know,” he pouted. Ryan gave a small laugh, something about the look on Bryce's face making him feel happy.

He's cute when he's pouting.  Poor Brycey.

“Well, I like my coffee with creamer sometimes. Can you answer my question now?” Ryan began to walk into the living room, Bryce right behind him.

“I don't have anywhere else to go,” Bryce said quietly. “If you don't want me here, though, I… I can always leave, if you want. I guess it’d be kinda weird if you had this random ghost wandering your house all the time.”

“No, no! That's not what I meant by that at all!” Ryan shook his head, taking a sip of his coffee before continuing. “I was just suprised you didn't get bored and leave overnight. Did you keep Buddy up all night or something? He seems pretty worn out.”

“Uh, you see…” Bryce trails off, awkwardly staring at his feet. “I was playing fetch with him, but I kind of forgot that dogs can't walk through walls like I can, and, well… Buddy hit his head once or twice.”

“Did he really?” Ryan chuckled quietly. “Poor Buddy. He'll be okay, though, so don't feel bad Brycey. Buddy's a stubborn little guy.” He then looked around the room, before frowning. “Have you seen the remote, by any chance? I don't want to watch the news.”

“Yeah. It's over here, I'll get it for you.” Bryce went over to the little side table in the corner of the room, and proceeded to phase right through it. He gave the table a look, then reached out and grabbed the remote, only for it to fall through a moment later.

“You need some help over there?” Ryan was covering his mouth, trying his best to hide his smile and not laugh at the sight.

Bryce shook his head, strawberry blonde hair hardly moving as he did. He picked up the remote, this time a lot more carefully, and came to Ryan. He handed the remote over, then tried to sit on the couch.

Tried, mind you.

“Bryce? Bryce, where’d you go?!” Ryan stared in shock at the spot where his ghostly friend had once been. There was muffled yelling, and then Bryce popped up from the couch, a sheepish smile on his face.

“Sorry. I thought the couch would cooperate with me. I guess not.”

Ryan laughed. “It's cool. What do you wanna watch?”

Bryce shrugged. “Anything's good. I don't really know what's on tv, I haven't seen any of it in a while.”  

The two ended up sitting in a comfortable silence, watching whatever it was that Ryan had put on. Eventually, though, Bryce flew into the air, doing a small twirl before stopping in front of Ryan.

“I'm bored. Can we go somewhere?” Bryce gave a pleading look.

Ryan looked out the window, before shrugging to himself. “I don't see why not. It's about time for Buddy's walk anyways.”

At the word walk, there was a loud barking coming from the bedroom, the sound of little paws scraping on the floor growing louder as Buddy came running. The three ended up gathering their things, and made their way outside.

Now sitting on a bench at the park, Ryan couldn't help but notice how Bryce seemed less ghostly and, if anything, more alive now that he was outside in the park. He was laughing and smiling, and from the looks of it other people seemed to notice him, too. Then again, it was kind of hard to miss such a tall person running and playing with a dog.

Ryan even joined in at one point, the two of them taking turns throwing sticks for Buddy to chase. Ryan also ended up having to chase Buddy down when he went after a stray cat that had wandered into Buddy's line of sight.

And when Bryce returned, a small, grey kitten in his arms, Ryan knew that Bryce wasn't going to give it up.

“Look at how cute it is, though! Oh, I'm gonna name you… Dusty! Yeah, your name is Dusty. ” Bryce giggled, gently petting the little kitten’s head. He then turned to Ryan, still grinning like a child. “Look at him! Isn't he adorable?!”

“Yes, he is. But what are you gonna do with him?” Ryan wasn't quite sure if he understood what was going on.

Bryce found a cat. Yes, that much was pretty obvious by now. Bryce was naming the cat,too. That's cool. It deserves a name, anyways.

But… was he planning on keeping it? Ryan hoped not. He didn't want to have to bring reality back into this situation, but Bryce was a ghost. He had nowhere to keep little Dusty.

“Bryce, you know you can't exactly keep Dusty, right?” Ryan felt a twinge of guilt as he saw Bryce's eyes widen, disappointment evident on his face.

“What? Why not? I'll take care of him,” Bryce insisted. “I'll feed him and clean the litter for him, and I'll make sure he doesn't make the house…” Bryce fell silent, staring down at the kitten in his arms with a solemn look.

“Oh. Right. I'm dead, I don't have a house.” Bryce mumbled.

There was an awkward moment of silence between the two, before Bryce looked at Ryan. “Can you look after him? Like… Can I borrow your house?”

“Bryce, you can't just borrow a house. I don't think it works like that.” Ryan sighed, doing his best to keep what little resolve he had while talking to Bryce.

It was a cute kitten, after all.

“Just leave Dusty here, Bryce. Maybe Dusty’s mom will come around and take him home. It'll be alright.” Ryan felt like he was comforting a damn child. He gently took the kitten out of Bryce's arms, then set him on the ground, where the kitten trotted off back to wherever it came from.

This made Bryce upset, to say the least. And upsetting a ghost was apparently a lot more trouble than Ryan initially thought.

Ryan quickly learned that an upset Bryce was not a good Bryce. Being a ghost, and upset, Bryce did things that normal ghosts do for once. Meaning, in other words, Bryce was floating around scaring people and messing with them.

“You wanna see a trick?”

“It depends on the trick- no, actually, I change my mind. I- Bryce! Bryce, stop trying to possess the hot dog guy!” Ryan ran after his friend, only to come to a stop as Bryce disappeared from sight.

The poor, unsuspecting hot dog vendor stumbles backwards, before grabbing a hot dog and throwing it behind Ryan. Buddy, smelling food, instantly takes off after it, leaving Ryan to chase after his dog.

Bryce is laughing behind him, and Ryan feels the sudden urge to smack Bryce. He can't, though, so he just gives a loud, frustrated groan.

“Bryce, why the fuck would you possess the hot dog guy?! What the hell were you thinking?!” Ryan hisses at the ghost, trying his best to stay quiet in case anyone nearby hears.

There was a giggle, and then his dog is floating out of his arms. “That wasn't originally going to be my trick, but your idea sounded better so I went with it! And-” Bryce cuts himself off with a laugh- “Oh, right. That doesn't answer your question, does it? Well, I figured, since I'm a ghost, I gotta up my spook game! So, I forced a guy to make your doggy run away. It's revenge for not letting me keep the kitty.”

Ryan shook his head. “I'm not even gonna bother arguing. We should get going, I have to be at work by three. They gave me the fucking late shift.” He then began to walk back towards the park entrance, knowing without a doubt that Bryce would follow.

Ryan could only pray that he wasn't making some horrible decision, leaving the world's dorkiest ghost alone in his house.

When Ryan got home, though, just before midnight, everything seemed okay. No broken plates, no dead bodies, and no sign that there had been a fire of any kind.

There was also no sign of Bryce, either, and that was what set Ryan on edge. He searched through his house, in every nook and cranny that he knew of, and came to the conclusion that Bryce must've gone somewhere else for the time being.

That was okay. Bryce probably found some stray cat down the street and got distracted. He'll be back in the morning, maybe, and then Ryan can talk to him then.

Laying down in bed, Ryan snuggled into the thick, warm blankets and closed his eyes, giving a content sigh as he began to doze off.

He felt Buddy jump onto the bed, curling up by his side. And then he felt something small and fluffy lay on top of him, purring loudly and-

Fuck.

Bryce brought the kitten home.