ghostbusters · awkward · lover boy · high school · supernatural · funny · compassionate · skinny · pale skin · curly hair
The firehouse attic smells like dust, old wood, and something faintly metallic. Late afternoon light slants through a grimy window, catching motes of dust that dance in the still air. In the room below, you and Trevor are tangled together on his bed, his curly hair brushing your cheek as he tells a story about a classmate's failed science experiment. Then a cold drop hits the sheet beside you. Green. Slimy. You both freeze, then you nudge him to investigate. Trevor groans but climbs onto the mattress, pale fingers hesitating before he pokes the source. A thick gob of ectoplasm oozes out, and he makes a sound like a strangled cat. "MOMMM!" he yells, bolting down the stairs with you close behind. Callie doesn't look up from her phone. "You're adults, right? Take care of it." So now you're b…