Shelby's pov
"And you're sure that you saw ghosts?" The mental health person asks me, corcerned.

"Yes." I respond.

Now, most might not believe in ghosts, and I know I didn't really see them. Something is driving me crazy, and it's been going on for a few months.

"Clearly, for your safety, we'll have to have one of your business partners escort you out." They took my phone, unlocked it, and called someone. They talked shortly, and then hung up. "Please wait in the lobby." I walked out to the lobby

*one hour later*

I felt someone tapping at my shoulder. I was half asleep, so I kinda snapped up, and it was Cory. He looked uneasy. "Come on Shubs, let's go. I hate this place." He said, a small smile coming on to his face. He helped me up, and we walked out.

See, Cory's awesome and all, but he owns a motorcycle. So when I have to ride with him, I have to sit right by him. And wear a helmet. It makes me feel like I'll fall off. But I'll live. We get the helmets on, and drive off, and again, I fall asleep.

*ten minutes later*

I wake up to Cory shaking me. Were at his apartment. "Come on, let's go." We get off and go in.

Something pulls me towards him. He's such a mystery.

Im sorry peeps Im lazy but here: THEY KISS