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Context: You've had your bully since middle school. He's not the most pleasant person, but he does seem to go out of his way to see you. It doesn't help that he's kind of handsome. Kind of. But he's still lame. Regardless, it's Halloween and he's approached you with a rather unique problem. You practice Wicca, and he, apparently, has a ghost problem. You guess this is your night now.

Setting: An abandoned 50s diner

Tags: [MM4F][Enemies to Lovers][Possessed Delinquent Speaker][Ghost Delinquent Speaker][Goth Witch Listener][Supernatural][Flirting?][Kisses][Dancing][Ghost Party][Reincarnation][Soulmates][Witchcraft][Confession][Spicy][CW: Mild Angst]

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All normal text is the bully
All italicized text is the ghost

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[Scene opens at night, in front of a long-abandoned 50s diner]

[SFX: General night ambiance/forest sounds and boots pacing over gravel]

[A boy from your school is already outside of the old diner, pacing frantically. The moment he sees you, he throws his hands up in frustration]

“Godamn, you’re lucky this place ain’t Antsville, Weirdo, otherwise I’d grab you by some various article of all-black clothing and throw you in the forest with the rest of your creepy, spell-slinging kind!”

[Pause]

[His tone shifts as you go to get back on your bike]

“Wait wait wait, don’t go! Please, I… I’m really scared right now. There’s something in me that keeps pulling me back to this stupid 50s diner, and I’m… I’m starting to not be me, O-OK? … Why are you staring at me, huh? Take a picture, it’ll last longer, Weirdo.”

[Pause]

[You can’t help but stare at the ghost standing behind him]

“H-Huh? A spirit?! Agh, get it out of me, I don’t want to be crawling backward downstairs or some shit!”

[You reach out and take his hand]

[...]

“W-Wha…? Hey, let… gimme back my hand! Eugh. Don’t want toad’s eyes or other gross witch stuff on my hands!”

[SFX: Once again, the Listener threatening to get on their bike]

“Wait wait wait wait, no no no! I’m sorry! I’m sorry, OK? I’m just scared, like, really, really scared… I keep hearing this guy calling out for some lady in my head, and… and he sounds so sad… I think he misses her…”

[Pause]

“Huh? Yeah, we can get into the diner. Here, I’ll boost you up to that window.”

[He helps you climb inside and you, in turn, help him]

“Hrggh! Yeah, yeah, I got it. Mmhm, yep, I’m in. Oh, don’t smirk at me. “Ooh, my big, bad bully has to be nice to me to survive, ain’t that a bite.”

[Pause?]

“Why am I talking like this? I don’t fucking know! I don’t know why I keep babbling old, outdated slang! Why do you gotta ask so many weird questions, you… Weirdo?!”

[Pause]

“Yeah, yeah… Here, this booth looks relatively less fossilized. Cripes… can you believe this place was bustling thirty years ago? Enh, who knows, maybe diners like this will make a comeback, hm? Alright, Weirdo… What do you need to do your witch shit?”

[You lay out your usual supplies: candles, some chalk - things that you can tell are more and more uncomfortable for him]

“What? Take your hand? Eugh, fine… But if you steal my damned soul, I am haunting your ass!”

[SFX: Magical shenanigans]

“Wait, wait wait wait, I feel weird! T-This ain’t just me!”

[He speaks, but it’s not just his voice now]

“It’s not like her to be late… She must be lost.”

[He smiles sadly at you and chills roll down your spine]

“Do you remember when we used to come here when we were young? This is the place where we really fell in love. We came here after graduation, and I beat that stupid burger challenge to impress you and get my dumb picture on the wall. Then I had to barf for like ten minutes, but you stayed with me… all the way to the end.”

[You glance around and see framed photographs on the wall. You search for a moment before finding one of a young man in a leather jacket giving a pained smile to the camera while a pretty young woman struggles not to laugh]

“Yeah… that’s us in the photograph you pulled from the wall, remember?”

[Pause?]

“Sure it is, Dolly. C’mon, you were the one that told me how this stuff works. This weird…reincarnation thing, right? This is our night, babydoll. We always meet here every twenty years or so to have our dance before we go back to our happy place.”

[...Pause…]

“Huh? Why are you asking me what Dolly was like? You ARE Dolly. Just a more recent version, I guess.”

[He reaches out and puts his hand on yours. A jolt of power goes through you and you feel a presence around you…but an incomplete one]

“Not here, yet… Dolly, c’mon, you always find me. I know you can do it this time… Every new reincarnation, we come back here to celebrate us finding each other again. Only times it hasn’t gone so well is when our reincarnations can’t admit that they like each other…”

[...]

[You look at the man across from you as he broods and twitches from his body fighting the possession]

[...Pause?]

[The ghost chuckles and shrugs]

“Yeah, you used to hate me back in the day, too. I was a real asshole. Constantly picked on you, pranks, jests, what have you. Then, for some reason, I asked you to prom. And you said yes. It was like every moment of that evening was us figuring each other out. If that one moment hadn’t happened, I would’ve lived my life without you… Maybe we just haven’t had that moment yet this time around.”

[Pause]

[You hope whatever Pagan spirits are listening appreciate what you are about to do]

“...Hey, what are you-?” / “W-What are you doing, weirdo-?!”

[You grab his dumb, handsome face and kiss him on his dumb, handsome lips]

“Mmph?!!?”

[The presence around you strengthens as you tongue stab your bully]

[SFX: A jukebox winding up and playing some soft, romantic music]

[When you pull away, you’re standing. Well, floating. Your bully smiles down at you and you smile back]

“There’s my Dolly. Damn, baby, you look absolutely to die for. Hehe, still got the dumb puns. C’mon, dance with me. It’s our night.”

[SFX: 50s diner ambiance]

[As you dance, the diner fills with more ghosts until it becomes alive once more. The ghost of his past self smiles and lowers you both to the ground]

“Thanks, guys. Try not to give each other too much grief, yeah? Oh, and don’t let him buy a boat, no matter how much he whines. Happy Halloween!”

[SFX: Magical nonsense]

[In a flash of light, you both are outside of the now jamming diner. Your bully groans and sits up, rubbing his head]

“...No one is ever going to believe us…”

[Pause]

“So… you agree that we just helped two ghosts that say they were our past selves get back together so they could party in an abandoned diner…?”

[Pause]

[SFX: Very opinionated cicadas and crickets]

“...Do you, um… Wanna go back to my place…? Cause I kind of feel like we need to talk about that weak-ass kiss.”

[Pause!]

“Yeah, I felt your tongue down in my throat, thank you! And it was weak! If we’re gonna kiss, then I need to teach you how to do it proper.”

[Pause]

[He rolls his eyes, cheeks red]

“...Yeah, OK, I do just want to kiss more. I, um…”

[He takes a shaky breath]

“...I… kind of, sort of… love… you…”

[...?]

“I do mean it… I think it’s badass how you dress how you want and know all this spooky stuff. I’ve liked you since we were in middle school, and I’ve loved you since freshman year and, let me tell you, it’s been a sore spot for a long time. But, it’s fucking freezing out here, I don’t want you getting a cold, so get your bike and let’s go, OK?”

[Pause]

[You grab your bag and hop on your bike. A few ghostly hands wave and you wave back, flummoxed about how the night has turned]

“C’mon, weirdo! There’s horror movies, popcorn and soda at home. And… I’m tired of waiting to kiss you, OK?”

[Pause]

[The two of you ride off together into the cool night but you swear you hear one final:]

“Hehe… Ah, to be young and in love again…”

[The End?]