Almost Like A Dream(Ghost!)

[Raleigh Durden]

As he left the dark room, he squinted his eyes a bit in the harsh light of the hall. It was difficult to be in the light after spending hours in the dim lighting producing photographs from his last session. The professor didn't seem to mind that he used the dark room for his personal use as long as he cleaned up after he was done. Not a single thing was out of place when he started to make his way towards the exit. It had been a long day, and he was looking forward to relaxing in front of the television or going out to numb his mind from the constant thoughts that plagued him. All he really needed was a distraction for the night. Someone to show him he wasn't really losing his mind. He just needed to know that he was still there in the present not lost in time seven years ago.

Raleigh raked his fingers through his hair passing by classrooms without a second look when something made him stop. The flash of blonde hair caused him to pause. It had to be his mind playing tricks on him. Taking a deep breath, he took a couple steps back so he could look around the door. A beautiful blonde angel sat there working on something. It didn't matter as her face caught the dim lighting of the sun setting outside the window. His body seemed to just freeze in that one moment of time. Nothing else mattered as long as he could watch her.

Then again, he didn't want her boyfriend or other friends that she may have come up thinking he was planning on harming her. So, he did the simple thing and entered the classroom shoving his hands in the pockets of his slacks. He really did look like a teacher in this get-up. Khaki slacks with a blue button up and an even darker tie. The tie was loosened though as he hated having to wear the things. The teacher he was working for thought it was proper teacher attire or something like that. Raleigh just put up with it because he was in his final year of school then he could do whatever the hell he wanted wherever he wanted.

Clearing his throat, he looked around what seemed to be a classroom for fashion. "You know it's dangerous being in the school by yourself. You don't know what creeps could be lurking the halls." Great, that made him sound like a creep. He moved his hands along the patterns before looking back at the beautiful angel with a smile. "Not that I am one of those creeps, of course. I just happen to be walking by and saw you working diligently on your project. I hope you don't mind the intrusion." His smile was warm though it didn't reach his eyes leaving them lifeless almost.

[Ghost Kendall]

Hollowed out white plaster walls; confines that surrounded them all like little birds and each room was just another part of the cage. Florescent lights, desks and reams of monotonous wall displays with instructions and useless facts. The art classrooms were different – Colourful – each room was filled with brush stroked wiggly lines and clay sculptures that formed weird shapes and shadows on the wall. They spoke on a different level and weren’t ashamed to express themselves. Although the art that decorated the plain walls was somewhat chaotic in appearance the hallways remained filled with tranquillity like no other.

With the day light long since vanished from the sky the light from a single sewing machine was all that was left to see by. The tiny bulb produced enough light to see the intricate stitching stamping itself into the body of material, cotton thread piercing the surface and leaving small broken lines as it joined the pattern together. The clatter of the machine needle against the soft fabric was like music, the rhythm tapping like the heart of a hummingbird against the thick silence. Even when the tapping stopped the distant sounds of its echo remained, bouncing off each surface.

Ghost lifted her foot from the pressure sensitive pedal throwing her back into silence as she pulled the garment from the metal foot of her sewing machine, proceeding to remove the train track of tiny silver pins and placed them mindlessly between her lips. The blonde girl stood slowly, holding the newly sewn project against her tiny body whilst trying to avoid snagging the delicate chiffon. It reminded her of waterfalls – billowing pastel blues framed with white gathering that all blended together seamlessly in a floor length gown.

Dishevelled white-blonde dreads fell in lumps over her shoulder, as she twirled in continuous circles, moving like a dance in an old black and white movie to music only she could hear. On her third spin she noticed a figure by the door with each twirl bringing him closer to her, slowing to a stop as her eyes tried their best to focus on him through the swirls and blurred lines. He was tall, anyone was in comparison, but his face was gentle and unthreatening - He even had a glow almost like a halo around his entire body. His words were lost, like her ears had filled with water and she was hearing him from beneath the ocean. They could have been meaningful or important and yet they failed to register in her fuzzy mind.

Ghost reached out her hand letting her long slender fingers explore the length of his tie with their feather-light touch. Her crystal coloured eyes followed the invisible trail her fingers traced, until she reached the very end of the material. The abrupt change from soft to a slightly coarse feeling material left her sensations confused and unhappy. The displeasure flashed in her expression, her lips sinking into a slight frown. “Too much contrast… Needs something.” She muttered turning away from him, discarding her dress in a heap on the desk while she searched through her large box of swatches. Finally she returned to him with a large amount of soft sheer cotton fabric that almost resembled silk. In hindsight it wasn’t the most practical for his outfit but to Ghost, it felt like heaven between her fingers.

She held it up against his chest, draping it over his shoulder on one side. “There.” She smiled up at him.

[Raleigh Durden]

Raleigh couldn't have stopped himself from watching the womanly figure in front of him. He was captivated by the light of the single bulb catching the blonde in her hair. He would have done anything to have stayed there staring at her all day. Did that make him weird that beauty seemed to draw him in? He didn't think there was anything strange about watching a young woman spin around the room as she held a beautiful gown against her body. It wasn't the body he was watching though it was her face as he watched her. There was no doubt in his mind. She was definitely beautiful with this kind of dazed look on her face as if she was lost in her own world. He wished he could see where her mind was, but he was enjoying the scene he was looking in on. His words didn't seem to reach her as she stopped spinning moving closer to him.

Of course, he could nothing as he was caught her her eyes. They held something there he wanted to figure out. A puzzle to solve that he couldn't find the missing piece to. He stood silently as she reached her finger to his tie tracing a finger down it. His heart jumped into his throat feeling it skip a beat. It was hard to breathe having never thought that someone he had been caught up in would approach him like this. They never got this close. It was possible that it made her ever more tantalizing to him. If he could just be closer to her, he might have the urge to touch her or maybe he would just walk away without another thought. Raleigh was sure that it was impossible to walk away from her.

The frown that appeared on her face as she got to the bottom of his tie made a frown appear on his own face. He would have done anything to keep her from frowning again. As she walked away, he simply stood there not sure what he was suppose to do. There was no charming teacher's assistant that seemed to draw the girls in before acting disinterested. No, he was interested in only beautiful blondes that reminded him of his love that he had lost because of his own idiotic mistake.

A smile came to his lips as she came back with a piece of silk draping it over his shoulder. It wasn't practical with his attire,but if it made her happy, he would wear it until he left her presence. He didn't see that happening anytime soon. "That dress is beautiful. You're very talented." Raleigh was starting to feel bold around this girl that seemed to not be of this world. She was a creature that he needed to investigate and would until he figured her out completely. Slowly, he moved more into the classroom picking up pieces of fabric still having the silk draped over his shoulder as if it was some sort of cape. Maybe he was Dracula and this blonde was his Mina that he had been searching for all his life. Raleigh smiled knowing that he needed to stop reading before his mind was lost completely to the fictional stories in the pages. It was just easier to get lost in the book than to face real life. Perhaps that's why this girl intrigued him.