Author's Note: I was just going through a bunch of old notebooks and found this little tidbit hidden within the scribbled pages. I don't know when I wrote it or why, but I thought it was pretty funny.

"So... can you grant wishes and stuff?" Jentry rocked back and forth on her heels excitedly, watching the dark, hooded figure before her.

"You are so strange. Were you born with no sense of fear?" The figure shook its head.

"Of course not. But why would I be afraid of you?"

"Everyone is afraid of me."

"But I'm special, remember? I"m the only one who can see you."


"So... can you grant wishes and stuff?"

He sighed. "Depends on what you wish for."

"Okay, well, like there's this guy at my school, and his name's Joey, and he's just, like, WAY hot, you know? So, like, could you make him like, fall in love with me?"

"Those are not the kind of wishes I can grant."

"Aw, come on.."

"I can only do things within my range of capabilities. Love is not one of them."

"You're useless," Jentry sighed, chewing on a ponytail. "What can you do?"

"I can kill people. I can prevent someone from dying. I can talk to ghosts, but most of them hate me, so they refuse to. I can invoke fear, most of the time."

"Wow, you are a really depressing person, you know that?"

"I'm not a person. I'm just really depressing."

"Come on, you have to be able to do something cool. How do you get friends if you aren't?"

"I don't have friends."

Jentry's jaw dropped. "You don't have FRIENDS?? How do you SURVIVE?"

He laughed a little. It sounded like a rainstorm. "I don't survive."

"Oh my gosh, that is sooo sad. I feel for you, dude. So look, how about I be your friend, and you can go on from there."


"I mean it. No one should not have friends. You have to gossip with SOMEONE, don't you?"

"I don't do a whole lot of goss-"

"Nope, I already decided. Aren't you glad you ran into me this morning?"

"...Maybe... Look, I don't think you want me as a friend. You'll like me until the next time I take someone you know."

She seemed to be ignoring him. "Do you have a name?"

"Not one you'd like to call me by."

"Maybe.. except something like.. Morty! Yeah, Morty!"

"Oh, that's TERRIBLY clever."

"I just made it up on the spot. It's funy! I'm gonna call you Morty."

"I don't want my name to be a bad joke."

"Can you take your hood off? I wanna see what you look like."

"I can look like whatever you want me to."

"Seriously? That's awesome! Can you look like maybe a teenage guy? Like a senior? Tall and totally buff? And long dark hair?"

"Why in the world would I-"

"Oh please, please, if you can't do anything useful, at least you can be eye candy for a while."

"If you insist." The cloaked figure raised gloved hands to his hood and lowered it. Jentry gasped and nearly fell backwards. She was looking at the most beautiful male she'd ever seen. Black hair, dark eyes, tan skin, perfect lips... he was like a god.

He raised an eyebrow. "Speechless, eh? Am I really that stunning?"

"Be still, my raging hormones," Jentry breathed. "You are damn sexy. Joey has NOTHING on you."

"You would not enjoy my true face, I can assure you," he said. "Bear that in mind."

"I wish I weren't the only one who could see you," she went on. "Shaylee would just DIE."

"I doubt it."

Jentry giggled. "Oh yeah. Sorry."

"Must I keep enduring this from you?"

"Aw, you're mean." She scooted closer to him. "You like me at least a little bit, don't you?"

"I.. eh.. uh.. not really."

She looked hurt, so he quickly continued, "I can't afford to like anyone. I'll have to come for you too eventually, you know."

"Yeah, but," she fiddled with her hair and looked away, "you could still like me."

He only sat there helplessly, not knowing what she wanted to hear. Finally he just said, "Please, bear with me. I might like you, but I wouldn't know it. I don't know what it feels like to like someone."

"Fair enough."

Author's Note: And that's where it ended. I'm sure it was meant to be a longer story, but I just wouldn't know where to go with it. So there it is!