Author's Note: Hello everyone~ Moro here! XD Yeah I know I'm a tad overexcited right now. This is my first serious story on here, I don't count my really old pieces of crap from years ago since they were that pathetic, this is also my first time writing in a first-person point of view. For some reason I just couldn't seem to write it any other way, it demanded to be written like this lol. The rating may go up from T to M because if the story is actually liked enough, and the readers want it, I'll eventually write a lemon or two to stick in here. Well I'll try my best to make it good and I hope you enjoy it. ^.^ Without further delay~ Here's the first chapter!

'God, how many more boxes are there?' I thought irritatedly as I picked one up from the seemingly never-ending pile in the moving van before something flashed right into my line of vision with no warning what-so-ever. It was a horrendous looking blob of what appeared to be black smoke with multiple eyeballs all over it and the surprise I felt from its sudden appearance made me stagger back and drop the box that had been in my hands, the item in question making a loud thud on the ground as it hit none too gently and I silently thanked whatever higher power was watching over me right now that the box hadn't had anything breakable in it.. Well, not too easily broken at least.

"God dammit I hate it when you fuckers do that!" I hissed angrily at the ugly creature which glanced at me before disappearing to who knows where. Ah, you guys are probably confused right about now huh? To put it simply, I see the supernatural. Ghosts, demons, poltergeists... You name it, I can see it. And before you all go and get your hopes us this isn't like the Ghost Whisperer or Medium, I'm not all like 'My name is Matt Jeevas and I save dead people.' No thank you, I avoid dealing with these things unless I have no other choice. Hey, just because I see this shit doesn't mean I have to like it.

"Mail honey, what was the noise and yelling I heard for?" My mom's voice came with a curious tone from the front of our new home and snapped me from my thoughts.

"I just dropped a box is all mom. Nothing to worry about." I lied as I picked the box back up before heading towards the house.

"Well please try to be a bit more careful, some of these boxes have extremely fragile things in them like your great grandmother's crystal." I saw my mother's worried expression and I gave her a reassuring smile as I passed her to get inside.

"I will, I promise!" I called out to her but didn't stop since the box I was holding was full of my stuff and I wanted to get it into my room as soon as possible so I could see if any of my games were in it, what can I say? I have my priorities.

It didn't take me long to reach the bedroom but that wasn't surprising considering this place wasn't that big, there was only a ground floor and an upstairs where all the rooms were located. I swear I felt a chill and I shuddered a bit like whenever I was near something abnormal as I made my way up the stairs to my new bedroom door, but I chalked it up to nerves since this place was unfamiliar which made me jumpy.

I shifted the box to one arm so I could turn the doorknob with the other hand before stepping inside and pushing the door shut with my foot, not slowing down a bit despite my physical multitasking. With that all taken care of I went over to the desk already in the room to set down my stuff.

I was just about to start looking for some type of sharp object to open it with when I heard the noise. It wasn't that loud mind you, just the bed squeaking a bit like someone was shifting their weight, but that was enough to grab my attention especially since beds do not squeak on their own... Well as far as I knew they didn't.

But that wasn't the only sound I ended up hearing, this next one was even louder than the last, it was a snap so big and clear I swear it was right in my ear. Now because the bed had already gotten me on the alert, I'm a very paranoid person sometimes if you haven't noticed, this made me whirl around to find the source of the things I was hearing.

The first thing I saw as my expression turned to surprise was that there was a blonde on my bed. The second was that said blonde was smirking his leather, or what looked like leather and I assumed it was, clad ass off like I was the funniest thing he'd seen in who knows how long.

To say the least this pissed me off because I don't like being anyone's joke not to mention some house intruding stranger's one. So my face went from shocked to ticked pretty fast. "Okay, who are you and what in the hell are you doing in my room?" I asked not too friendly and then it was the mystery blonde's turn to look a bit surprised, even throwing in a blink before replying.

"You mean you can see me?.." He asked with his tone completely serious.

"Of course I can see you dumbass, just because I wear these goggles doesn't mean I'm blind." I tapped the orange plastic with my index finger as I mentioned them for emphasis before crossing my arms and continuing. "Why wouldn't I be able to? And you still didn't answer my earlier questions." He seemed to have regained some of his earlier composure and it took him less time to answer me than before, adding a smirk which I was starting to feel was some kind of habit for the leather wearing boy.

"Because I'm dead stripes, and for the record this was my room long before you ever showed up. The name's Mello and I advise you don't make any cracks about it unless you want me to show you that your nightmares can be very real." After the blonde's, now known as Mello, little threat he pulled an already partially unwrapped and eaten chocolate bar from god knows where. Bringing it up to his mouth he snapped off a bit between his teeth, and yeah I do mean snapped because since he actually didn't sink his teeth into it I don't think it's qualified to be called a bite anymore.

'Well at least I know that sound was from some food now and not something more threatening.' I commented to myself like it would make me feel any better as I realized my sensing something by the stairs hadn't been nerves at all but my little "roommate" here. 'Great, just great... I do my best to keep away from these things and now I'm living with one.' I thought slightly annoyed in my head before said "thing" spoke up, obviously not enjoying the silent treatment I was giving him.

"So mind explaining how you can see me when no one else here seems to be able to goggle boy?" Mello ripped off another chunk of chocolate in a way that made me feel like I was witnessing candy murder. You're probably asking yourself how chocolate enemy number one can even eat so I'll explain using what I've learned over the years.

Unlike what books and ghost hunter shows have pounded into your brain the dead can still eat, hell they can still do any of the basic needs, it's just they don't need to anymore. It's more of a comfort now like a kid's teddy bear or blanket. A small remainder of what used to be their life instead of something that keeps them alive and kicking.

Another thing you'll need to know is that they can also still interact with the living. Hugging, kissing, even sex.. Don't ask me how I learned the last one, just trust me, I know they can and it scarred me mentally for life. Think of it like Harry Potter and his invisibility cloak, nerdy reference I know but work with me, sure people couldn't see him under it but he could still do things like throw snowballs at Draco Malfoy who by the way looked like he was about to piss his pants in fear afterwards.. Or at least to me it seemed like he was.

But moving on~ Ghosts are like that except they don't need magical items to not be seen and some people, psychics and me included, can see them anyway. Well now that my little teaching session is over I better get to answering Mello's question because he doesn't appear to be getting any happier as I make him wait longer and longer.

"First of all my name isn't "goggle boy" blondie, it's Matt, second of all I'm not sure why I can see what I do... Runs in the family or something." It looked like my answer was good enough for him, except for my blondie comment which I could tell ticked him off, so he seemed to relax on my, his? Our? Bed.

"Well then Matt," Mello stressed my name with a grin that sent a small shiver down my spine though I couldn't decide whether it was a good or a bad thing. "Looks like this is going to be more fun than I thought."

Author's Note: So what did you guys think? Hopefully you liked it~ Any reviews would be extremely loved though flames are not, constructive criticism is perfectly fine but I think you all know the difference between that and straight on hate right? Cya next chapter!