Its finally here! Geez sorry about that.

Warning: this chapter contains strong language, mention of suicide, and angst, if you are not okay with these topics please refrain from reading.

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Gold ran a hand through his hair, surveying his new dorm. Golden eyes scanned the outside of it, judging its worth. It didn't look that bad if he was honest, it wasn't the best of course, but it wasn't bad. Not only that but he was getting the dorm to himself.

He stepped inside, looking around the inside too. It was a nice cozy dorm, single bed, single bath, a small kitchen, just your average dorm. Gold couldn't believe that he had managed to get one by himself. It really was a dream come true.

There was a bed, and the kitchen was furnished, but he'd have to unpack his u-haul tomorrow. It was too late tonight.

He laid down on his bed, resting his eyes for a moment, before his stomach growled, beckoning him towards his kitchen. There was nothing currently in the fridge or the pantry, so he reached for his bag, pulling out a cup of instant ramen.

"Like a real college student already." He laughed to himself as he poured hot water into the cup.

"Yeah, just like every other shitty student here." Gold heard a faint whisper, it sounded distant, almost like someone far away had mumbled it under their breath.

He turned, looking around himself for the source, although he wasn't sure there was one. It had been quick, quiet, he was sure he had just imagined it, it was late and he was barely awake.

He continued what he was doing, eating the ramen before plopping into his bed, he'd brush his teeth in the morning.

...

"Hey." Gold heard a voice coming from somewhere around him, it sounded ethereal and pleasant.

"Hey." The voice became a little more stern, less pleasant than it had been originally. It belonged to a young man, Gold could tell that much, but no matter how much he looked around himself, he couldn't find its source, and every time he seemed to have a grasp of it, it seemed so far beyond his reach, as if they had brushed hands for a moment, but nothing more.

...

"Hey!" The voice rang clear and Gold jumped up from his bed, the light of the sum sun beaming through his window harsh on his eyes.

He looked around the room, scanning for the source of the noise, but found nothing. That had been one weird dream.

"What time is it?" He groaned, hauling himself out of bed to look at his phone, "Holy crap, I have twenty minutes!" Gold ran for his bag, pulling out a different set of clothes. His run for the door was halted when his mind (at least that's what he assumed it was) reminded him that he hadn't brushed his teeth.

"Idiot." The word ghosted out the door with him and he ran off to the entrance ceremony.

"Would you like to consider joining the cultural club?" People swarmed around Gold, pushing up against him in the mass of students.

"No thank you." He chuckled nervously, turning them down.

The ceremony was practically over, he just wanted to stay for the introduction. So he pushed his way through the crowd, trying to head back to the dorms.

He slid into his room, and sat down on his bed. He couldn't wait to actually pick a club. The sports club had seemed cool, so did the animal care program. He'd look into it tomorrow.

He looked around the room at the bland walls, he forgot that he should probably be moving his stuff in. He got himself up again, making for the moving truck outside he rented outside.

He had a small sofa, some posters, a desk and a couple other necessities as well. He had already placed the sofa and the desk, and he was now putting up some of the posters he had.

A 'Lance and the Dragons' concert poster, some of his favorite wrestler Bruno, and a few animal posters just because. Now it felt a little more homey.

"God are you shitting me?" Gold whipped around, he needed to stop ignoring that voice. It sounded unreal, but he was sure that he had heard something, and he wasn't putting it off this time.

"Who's there?" He prompted promoted to whoever or whatever happened to be inhabiting his dorm.

He turned back to what he was doing, only to find a pair of pale eyes staring back at him. Gold stumbled backwards falling on the floor with a yelp.

He grunted in pain, looking back up to find a person with striking red hair and alluring silver eyes, staring down on him. Not only that, they were upside down.

"Uh, who the hell are you and why are you hanging from my ceiling?" Gold tried to put it plainly, he had not planned on living with anyone, and if this sucker planned on freeloading he wasn't having it.

The man looked appalled for a moment, only for that expression to be replaced with one of utter distaste, "Sucks for you pal, cause I'm not going anywhere."

Gold was about to retort when he took another good look at the person above him. He was floating. Not only that, one foot was seemingly in the ceiling, and this man didn't seem to be phased by any of it.

"Uh, are you okay?" Golds tone shifted, he was less concerned about why the man was here, and more concerned with how the man had gotten up there.

The red haired male's hardened gaze fell for a moment, then he suddenly began to laugh, "Did you just ask if I was okay? That's a new one." He playfully acted like he was wiping a tear from his eye, "People didn't even ask me that when I was alive."

Gold searched his face for anything that would remotely give the whole situation away as a prank, but instead he began to notice the fuzzy light that glowed around him.

"Are you a ghost?" He asked, his voice shaking a little.

"Yea, boo, run off if you want. Not many people can see me, but when they do, they fly out of here like scared sheep and never come back." He said floating down in front of Gold, this time flipping so he was no longer upside down.

"So run along and don't come back." He said threateningly as he inched closer to Gold's face.

Gold felt rage boil up in his blood for a moment, "I paid my own money for this dorm, although it was discounted I worked my way to where I am, I came here for a degree and no ghost is going to tell me I cant have that!" He shouted, standing up.

He had tried to shove a finger into his chest instinctively, and he gasped when his finger slipped through. It felt weird. Weirder than he thought it would. His finger felt what seemed to be like the remnants of touch, like the feeling couldn't quite settle in, though it didn't feel as if he had actually come into contact with anything.

The man gave him a smug smile, "Way to go dumbass, why do you think it was discounted?" He chuckled, but his tone had a bittersweet edge to it.

"Oh." Was all Gold said at first, before finishing his earlier argument, "Well, I'm not going anywhere. So there." He turned around and sat down, turning on the tv.

The figure sat itself down in Gold's field of vision, which annoyed Gold at first, but then he remembered that he could see through the ghost and continued to watch his program.

The ghost drifted forward, "Hey, you can still see me right?"

Gold ignored him.

"You can still here me, right?" He asked.

Gold continued to ignore him, hoping he would take his terrible attitude elsewhere if he was just going to bother him.

"Shit, no, no ,no." The ghost packed around the room, its face growing a little frantic, gaining Gold's attention.

"Hey dude, you good?" Gold called out to him and the ghost whipped his head around.

"Yeah I'm fine. Watch your shitty tv show, I'm out." He sighed and floated towards the balcony door.

Finally, Gold didn't know what was up, and honestly he was trying really hard not to freak out right now. He had never seen a ghost before, and until now he hadn't believed that they even existed. But he guessed the red haired boy was living (or I guess dead) proof that they did.

He wondered where the ghost would go now that Gold was here, maybe he'd inhabit another empty room in the dorms, maybe he'd pass on? Gold wasn't sure.

After an hour had passed, Gold stood up to stretch, making his way for the balcony. His dormitory was on the second floor, which would've been inconvenient had they not provided an elevator so that people moving in could move their stuff.

He hadn't seen the balcony yet, and the ghost had reminded him that he had even had one, yesterday was to hectic for him to worry about petty details.

He slid the blinds back and opened the sliding glass door, and his breath flew away as the ghost leaned over the railing, his angelic glow captured by the sun. The wind blew his hair in flowing motions that the most beautiful person alive couldn't achieve.

But then his sharp, biting voice rose over the vision of beauty, "What do you want?"

"How did you know I was here?"

"I'm a ghost, not an idiot, I heard you open the door." He scoffed.

Gold looked at the door and moved it a little, he hadn't noticed that it made a loud creaking noise as it was moved, "Well whatever!" Gold sputtered.

"So, you just generic college kid? Or do you have a name?" The ghost bypassed Gold's earlier embarrassment.

"I'm Gold." He held out a hand to the ghost.

He started at Gold's hand and laughed, waving his hand through Gold's, "And I'm Silver. I guess as much as I hate you being here, I better get used to it."

"Why don't you leave?" Gold asked, leaning on the rail with Silver. He could see now that Silver's arms simply floated a fraction of an inch above the bar, which explained why he wasn't phasing through.

"You think I wouldn't if I could?" He sounded distant and angry, but not really at anything in particular, like he was mad at himself.

"I gave up freedom a long time ago." Gold heard Silver whisper something vaguely under his breath, but he couldn't hear it.

"What?" He inquired.

Silver turned around, "Ghosts cant leave the place that they died, so here I am, stuck for all eternity I guess." He shrugged nonchalantly.

"That sucks." Gold muttered, he was going to ask how he died, but he didn't think that now was the right time. That would be a hard question for a ghost right? He wasn't sure he wanted to elicit any strong, negative emotions out of Silver right now.

Gold had meant to go out and get some groceries, enough to last him the week at least, but the thought had once again slipped his mind. He guessed he was ordering takeout.

"Should I order pizza or Chinese takeout?" Gold inquired, not thinking too much about the fact that he was asking someone who probably hadn't eaten in who knows how long.

"Pizza, no mushrooms." Silver had replied back, laying back on the couch.

"Why no mushrooms?" Gold asked amused, he looked at the red haired boy who just stared blankly back at him for a moment.

"Um, disregard that. Shut up and order your stupid pizza." Silver rolled over facing away from the black haired individual, but Gold could see the hints of blush on his face.

Ghosts were nothing like Gold expected them to be, he expected them to be haunting, terrifying, ghastly, but Silver was just a young adult like him. Thinking that someone his age had died here gave Gold's mouth a weird taste though.

That's when a question occurred to him, "So, how long have you been here?" He opened up his laptop so he could order some pizza online.

"Why do you care? Buzz off." Gold felt irritated at Silver's cold response.

Yeah, he didn't need to know, why was he even bothering with someone who's dead anyway? He should just ignore him and get on with his life, he was sure no one else could see him anyway, as Silver clarified earlier that only a few had actually seen him.

After a few moments, the delivery man had shown up at the door with Gold's pizza.

"Why did you order it without mushrooms?" Silver peered over Gold's shoulder while he ate.

"Cuz it was funny and I thought it'd bug you." Gold made his statement blunt and to the point. Silver was hard to talk to, as Gold had learned. He was grumpy, and didn't show any signs of that attitude changing anytime soon.

"Jokes on you, I cant stand mushrooms, so there, you actually did me a favor." Silver guffawed, obviously feeling like he had to be the one to win any kind of quarrel.

"Sure, whatever." Gold kept eating, trying to keep his mind elsewhere.

He put the rest of his pizza in the fridge, it could be breakfast in the morning.

"I'm going to bed or whatever, you can keep the couch." Gold said laying down, his head had been spinning from the initial shock of a ghost, not matter how much had wanted to deny that he had been afraid at first.

Part of him felt that when he woke up, it'll all have been a weird dream.

He had hoped it would've been, but here he was.

He had woken up that morning to find the ghost hovering above him, staring him in the eyes.

"Do you need something?" Gold said plainly, and the ghost looked shocked for a moment.

"You know anyone else would be freaked out at least a little bit more about that, if not the fact that they're currently living with a ghost." Silver commented, floating backwards a little to give Gold some space.

"Oh don't worry, I'm freaking out on the inside, you just cant see it." Gold yawned, stretching.

"That's nice to know." The ghost chuckled, a sound Gold hadn't expected to find pleasant, but he did.

"You know, I don't get you." Gold commented, the statement confused Silver, stopping his laughter.

"Well that's to be expected, you were never supposed to even meet me." Silver replied.

"Not that ghost thing," Gold pushed away Silver's argument, worried about something else entirely instead, "Are you cool with me being here or not? You seem to be enjoying yourself sometimes, but other times you have this cold faced scowl. Yeah that one!" Gold pointed out as Silvers face turned into a frown.

"I don't know okay? I want you here, but at the same time I don't want to get attached to someone who cant stay with me!" Silver flared up, scaring Gold with his ghastly aura.

Gold slid back on the bed, his back hitting the wall with a loud thud. His wide eyes made his fear apparent, and suddenly, Silver's anger flared down again, his own fearful gaze cast upon Gold.

"Oh shit I'm so sorry. God." He held his head and sat down on the edge of the couch.

Gold looked at Silver as the ghost shook and felt his heart tug slightly. He should've cast this feeling aside. He should've ignored the ghost. He should've moved. Anything.

But Gold wasn't the smartest.

"Hey, how did you die?" Gold asked quietly, a mere whisper in the silent room.

Silver's breath audibly hitched, and Gold immediately regretted asking, but he didn't take back his question now.

"I... committed suicide." He said, staring coldly at the floor, "Now you know the real reason nobody wanted this room. Who would want to live somewhere where someone else took their own life?"

Gold was going to speak up, but he couldn't think of anything to say, so Silver kept talking:

"I was fed up, I hated my life and the people in it. I thought when I died I'd be able to escape, but it turns out I was just a coward, destined to isolation forever." He said, choking a little, "Until you came along." He looked at Gold and the black haired boy swore he had seen a glimmer of hope in his dead eyes.

Gold stood up and walked over to Silver. He wrapped his arms around him-or tried to, his arms just sort of hovered, that feeling of wispy contact touching his arms.

"Can we just live together, for now? We don't have to talk about this stuff." He said, it was just like him to put off something like this, but he'd rather just have a normal relationship with Silver than ignore him.

"Yeah." Silver sighed with a deep breath, putting his arms up around Gold too.

And so they never spoke of it again. Gold continued coming home, greeting Silver, they'd talk about his day and Silver would make fun of him. Before they knew it, a year had already passed.

"Hey." Silver showed up at the door to greet Gold as he often did nowadays, "You're a little late, something up?"

The boy parked up at the red heads question, "I'm glad you asked!" He pulled an item out of a bag he had been carrying and set it on the table so that Silver could see.

"A book?" Silver's face was one of confusion.

"Yeah! From that series you like! I found the one after the last one you read." He said, opening it to the first page, "I'll flip the pages for you while you read."

Silver looked at him quizzically to see if he was joking, but much to his concern Gold wasn't. He sighed, shaking his head exasperatedly, before responding, "Fine."

In all actuality, Silver was really touched that Gold was offering to do this, and Gold couldn't be happier that he had accepted.

"Here." Gold set the book on the table, and then sat across from it, "whenever you're ready for me to flip the page just nod."

"Wont you get bored?" Silver asked, Gold didn't seem like the one to be quiet and still for that long.

"No, don't worry about me, you just read."

"Okay." Silver looked at the book, floating above the chair. His eyes scanned the page, he remembered the whole series and immediately picked up on what was going on, he had really missed these books and he was glad that Gold was giving him this opportunity.

After a couple chapters, Silver nodded again at Gold, waiting for him to turn the page. When Gold didn't respond he nodded again. Still nothing.

Silver looked up and his gaze caught the metallic eyed other, staring at him with warm emotions filling his face.

"Gold...?" Silver called out to him, wonder why Gold had a look like that on his face, and why he seemed to be zoned off. He was probably thinking about something stupid like he always was.

Gold jumped back to reality, seeing Silver staring back at him his cheeks flared to life in a horrid red hue. He hadn't meant for Silver to catch him staring, but when the ghost was concentrated, he was a lot less volatile, and though Gold hated to admit it, he was actually really cute.

"Nothing!" Gold shouted trying to clear any suspicion from the other boy's mind, but he instead enhanced the suspicious feelings that the red haired individual felt, "I'm sorry, uh, here." Gold flipped the page.

"I think I'm good for today." Silver said and the raven haired male was afraid he had upset the ghost, but when he looked up, Silver's features were actually rather calm. It made Gold's heart race more than he wanted it to.

...

Things went on like this for months, then for the next year as well. Gold often picked up on small quirks that Silver had and admired them quietly, not saying a word.

One night:

"Gold" the boy heard his name being called by the most beautiful voice he had ever heard, one that rivaled the heavens themselves.

He turned around to find Silver staring back at him with a loving look. The red haired boy ran forward, leaping into Gold's arms, and Gold feared the boy would phase through him.

Only he didn't.