“There it is!” I shouted excitedly to Naveen and Henry, “Come on!” I pressed my foot harder on the accelerator of my V-Dub van – my total pride and joy. It was my most prized possession – well, of value anyway – my actual prized possession was a tiny Lego Harry Potter figure that Willow had given me for my eighth birthday…
“I see it!” Naveen yelled back excitedly, pushing his unruly hair out of his face and leaning forward in his seat.
Henry sat forward too. He was riding in the middle seat – where he preferred it.
“Hoist the sail!” I grinned putting up my hand for a high five.
Naveen grinned and slapped my hand, “This is so freakin’ cool,” he said, “I can’t wait for the meet.”
The ‘meet’ as we called it was a monthly competition between us and a few other groups of us kids. We weren’t exactly your run-of-the-mill teenagers – we had gifts that few others seemed to have – although there were quite a number of us now. We’d started out on skateboards and BMX bikes and had moved on to motor-cross and the like – but then we’d discovered that we were able to harness the wind – and ride it and then we started doing trick shots and now it’s like a surfing competition only with lightning and wind.
I woke up the next morning to find a cloud crystal on my pillow, I frowned – where on earth had that come from?
Do you like it?
I yelled with fright and about jumped out of my skin again; how the hell was he doing that?
We’re soul mates…
He’d gone again as soon as he arrived. How the hell did he do that?
Easy, I heard his voice again, Once you accept it – you can talk to me any time you like.
My heart was thumping out of my chest. I’d been attracted to Jesse from the first time I’d ever seen him. But we were rivals – Garner and Naveen would never allow me to leave our group and join theirs…
I know that.
Will you stop that!
He chuckled. The sound of his deep voice made the hairs on my arms stand on end. He had such an effect on me, it was scary. So, you do accept me as your soul-mate then?
I don’t know. I admitted. Maybe…
That’s all I needed to hear – now I have hope.
I’m considered lazy by my family – I guess they had a point when I was younger – there were no two ways about it – I hadn’t got any sort of aim in life to better myself – and that was perfectly fine as far as I was concerned. I was happy enough; I had enough money to get through life week by week and I was satisfied with life. You see, as lazy as they’ve always thought I am – I have imagination and drive for things that interest me – and ghosts are one of those interests…
So, yes – I’ve got a job, my own place – two cats for company and I’m perfectly happy. I’m self-employed and doing really well actually but my parents still think I’m a total loser and you know what? I guess that’s their prerogative. I couldn’t care less – the less I have to do with them the better. I don’t want their good opinion – it comes with too many conditions to be believed and the condescension is frankly nauseating. I certainly don’t need it – that’s reserved entirely for Simon – my half brother and business manager extraordinaire… I’m the other brother – the black sheep; the idiot – the ghost-hunter…