i'm scared to ask but ... FLATLINE??
Lmao NOBODY DIES I PROMISE. The basic premise is that Neil is in a coma, having an out of body experience (think that one Reese Witherspoon movie where she haunts Mark Ruffalo), but the only person who can see him is Aaron. (I’m writing this for Jane bc I lost a bet, but it’ll be fun for many to enjoy. Also I owe you guys a happy aaroneil lmfao).
Aaron took the time to really look at Neil, considering. He was sort of pretty, in the light filtering through the windows. It caught in his eyelashes, making them golden and emphasising the surreal blueness of his eyes.
Even the way his brows were furrowed in concentration was kind of adorable.
Where did that come from?
He cleared his throat. 'I have a question.'
Neil smirked humourlessly, his hand passing through the soda can yet again. 'Fire at will.'
Reaching over, Aaron plucked the can from the counter. He cracked it open, taking a sip. Neil gave him a filthy look for it.
Deserved. Aaron was showing off.
'If you can't do that,' Aaron started, 'then how can you be sitting on a chair?'
Neil froze, a panicked look passing over his features. At first, nothing happened. Then, within the space of a heartbeat, he was on his ass.
'Ow! Fuck! What the hell?'
Aaron rounded the counter and peered down at Neil. He was sprawled on the linoleum with the legs of the stool protruding from his torso, glaring up at Aaron.
Aaron shook his head, taking another sip. 'You really have to get better at being a ghost, dude.'