Blaine sat in his room looking out his window at the family moving in across the street. They had a tiny U-Haul trailer filled with the families household items. They looked like your typical middle class family for this time. There was a mother and father, both looked very happy and in love whenever they passed one another as they carried boxes into the house. They had two sons, one was a really tall, muscular and looked like a jock due to the letterman jacket that fit the whole stereotypical thing. He had already dropped one box that said fragile on it. No one but Blaine say it of course, he sees many things that others do not see.
Yet Blaine had his eyes fixed on the other son, the one who had gorgeous blue eyes, perfect hair, and clothes that fit just in all the right places. If Blaine still had a working heart he would have no doubt that the thing would jump out of his chest like on cartoons. If only he wasn’t dead. He thought sadly to himself. The only thing he could do was watch, like a creeper, from his house window at the gorgeous boy who lives across the street. He would watch him grow up and move out of the house, and start his new life only to come home for holidays. Blaine though was destined to stay fixed in time, at the age of 16. He would never have his first real love, his first kiss. Blaine would never know what it is like to actually fall in love with another boy. All he would know is what he was feeling right now, cold, empty, and alone.
Sometimes he hated the fact that he was dead, and being at such a young age. He really had no chance ot live his life, other than that of fear from his fathers abusive fist and the bullies at school.
When he first woke up and found out he was dead, he was really upset with the whole being dead thing. The worst was having to watch everybody he knew cry over him,or none stop searching for his body, that was never found. Then it was the realization that he would never being able to grow old, having his first kiss, falling in love, getting out of the hell hole he was living in to start a new life away from all the hatred. The last thing he hated was having to watch his brother Cooper grow older and never stop looking for him. The last couple of years though Cooper has stopped coming around. Blaine suspects that he finally grew old and has passed on into the afterlife, not trapped here like how Blaine is.
After so many years of being dead though, Blaine was starting to getting used to the fake that he would never have those simple things, or how he would never be able to move on. It can be rather boring at time, trapped in the house that first couple of months after his death. He would sit there and watch his father drink, then pass out. Not making an effort to even try to look for him. While Cooper moved in to help search for Blaines missing body, and returning home frustrated with no new discovery or his father's lack of interest. Blaine would watch Cooper cry his self to sleep at night. He tried to comfort him, but there was nothing he could do being dead. After a year though Cooper could not take it anymore and moved back to California. Blaine hardly saw him again after that, except for when their father died and Cooper had to come pick up the house.
With his brother and father gone Blaine really had nothing to do. He would get angry and would scream, yet nothing would happen. That was until he meet Sebastian Smythe, a young attractive ghost who died in 1920’s due to a gang shooting.
With Sebastian's teaching he found new things to do to pass his time, like moving objects across the house, or scaring the idiot teenagers who come in thinking they know what they are doing. Sebastian was like his mentor, they soon became good friends.
“Sebastian what is it like being dead for such a long time?” Blaine asked one night after scaring the local idiots.
“Well doll face, it gets more amazing every year that goes by. Along with that you become more powerful.” He shoots him a chester cat like smile.
The boys were taking a walk threw the woods, which they often did since Blaine was not powerful enough to actually leave the places that were familiar to him.
“What do you mean by powerful?” Blaine did not like the flicker of light in Sebastian's eye when he said that.
“Well first off you are able to actually leave and go exploring. Instead of being trapped in this boring house and woods. No wonder you died, boredom would have gotten to me too.” He takes the cigarette out from behind his ear and lights it up. No matter how many times he smokes that thing it always returns. “Second you are able to move heavier objects then the pitiful water glass. You could be able to move a full on person, along with possest.” He takes a long drag and blows in into the sky.
“Golly, have you ever possessed another persons body before Sebastian?” Blaine looked at the man a little afraid, what has Sebastion done? Blaine knew Sebastian was angry, there was no hiding about it. He got way too much enjoyment in terrifying the teens that come into the house.
“Kid do you think I would be here if I could possess a body yet. Damn no. I would be in the body of those no for good bastards who betrayed me. I would make sure they felt the same amount of pain that they put me threw. They would be dead due to their own hands. You know Big Joe is still alive, he is getting older and older in a nursing home. It would not take very much to kill him. Or to even break his bones. If only I got travel that far, his head would be mine.” Sebastian picks a stick up and pretends to slash Big Joe’s head off. Blaine step backs in fear. Sebastian had told him about Big Joe, how he had Sebastion go out to get the hidden jewels, only to betray him and shoot Sebastion down in his spot when he returned. He then went and shot down Sebastian's secret lover; Dave, and Sebastian's little brother who was also in the mobster business. Sebastian was just counting down the days till he was powerful enough to get revenge. Either it be on Big Joe, or his family. It would not surprise Blaine if he managed to do so.
“Oh.” was all Blaine could muster out. Sebastian had returned to looking calm and collective. There was a part of Blaine that feared Sebastian, yet he did not want to lose Sebastian since he was the only other ghost he know who could teach him stuff. Blaine was tired of being alone and bored, and it had only been a few years.

Blaine now had something new to occupy his time; watching the gorgeous new neighbor out his window.