Haunted

Hey Its Mr. Steal your girl aka Trigga aka

Trey Songz. I have gotten with fine-ass girls from all over and I’m still not ready to settle down. I’m not ready and I feel like I’m not missing out on anything. Like my homie, Kevin Hart has an ex-wife and occasionally goes through bull shit. She even going to be on a reality show, airing out their shit. I despise drama like that, so I avoid commitments.

Anyway, for some reason, I’ve been having hallucinations of some girl. It usually happens when I’m home alone, this chick just appears out of nowhere. Sometimes she just stares at or compliments me. She must be a ghost and she is just haunting me for some unknown reason. I wonder why? Will she ever leave me alone?

I’m standing in front of the bathroom with nothing but my Calvin Klein boxers on. I look good.

"Can you be more conceited?"

jumps

"Why are you haunting me?"

"Because you entertain me, duh."

"And how come, I can see you?"

"Because you're a ghost whisper"

" you're such as smart ass."

"I know. But how about I make a deal with you"

"what kind of deal?"

"I won’t mess up your groove with the groupies but you have to be nice and spend time with me."

"hmm. okay, but be good."

"Okay. What are you doing tonight?"

"Just Chillin and watch some tv,I got stuff to do tomorrow"

"okay? I will join you."

We spend the night watching tv.

*Switches POV

My name is Amelia aka Amy. I’m 25yrs old and I’m not a ghost. Yes, ladies and Gents, I’m not a ghost. I’m actually in a coma and my body is astro-projecting to Trey. Let me explain, I was driving on the highway a couple of months ago, and Say ahh by Trey was playing. Therefore ever since then, I’ve been visiting him. Got it?

Anyway, Trey fell asleep so I tuck him in. He is so handsome and I’m definitely not his type. I’m chubby and wear glasses. I’m a nerd and he is the popular guy, just like in high school. At least I can watch over him.