I always have the weirdest bursts of energy when I wake up at eight o clock. Top it off with half an hour of yoga and I'm on fire. I'm totally going to beat this five hundred words a day thing let's go!
I sat on the couch and groaned. Well more like moaned. It came out as sort of an 'oooooo' sound. But even doing that did not catch the attention of Clarice. She had her back to me and was typing madly away at the computer. I turned my eyes to stare at the X Box and decided to try a little bit harder. 'OOOOOOOOO' I announced, waving my arms. Finally she turned her head to look at me, pushing her glasses up further on her nose. I tried to look as dejected as possible."Not right now buddy, I gotta do this paper." she murmured.
"Come on!" I pleaded, waving my arms. "Just a few more games of Call of Duty! I think I can beat you this time." Clarice smiled and shook her head. "Just a little bit longer and I'll be done. Don't you have anything to haunt or something?" I sighed in an exhasperated manner, but even that didn't quite seem to get to her. So instead I slouched dramatically on the couch, looking for something to do.
You would think that being twelve forever is great, but it really isn't. Not when you're alone. Particularly not when you just so happen to be a ghost. I don't remember how it happened, or what my life was like before I died. I just woke up one day, alone in an abandoned house. You would think there would be a great Someone to tell you what you're supposed to do when you're a ghost, but I had to figure things out for myself. As soon as someone had moved in I put on the best show I could muster. But within a day they had moved out. The same went for the next person, and the person after that. The house started to become more and more unoccupied because I scared everyone away.
All of that changed when Clarice showed up. At first I was going to scare her a bit, you know, out of habit and everything. But as soon as I walked, invisible, into that bathroom, I saw something that changed my life. Er, I mean my unlife. The water was running in the shower, and there stood this woman rubbing soap all over her body. The shower curtain was one of those clear see thru ones. I could see her boobies! I tried my hardest, but I immediatly began to giggle. It's not every day you see honkers like those ones. They weren't particularly big, but there they were, right there!
After the initial shock of finding a ghost 'peeping on her', (her words, not mine) we soon established some ground rules. First of all I wasn't allowed in the bathroom ever again since (again, in her words) 'I didn't even need to use the shitter anyways-fuck, I didn't mean to swear you're a kid'. Clarice was always trying her hardest not to swear around me. I didn't mind so much. I was learning a much more colourful vocabulary from her than I was from any of those other house guests.
She had always been by her side, both in and out of costume. Jenn had no idea how she had gotten so lucky to end up with someone so amazing as her. It was all she could do to not slip out of her arms and get down on one knee right where they were.
Everything ends, and so to did Amber and Jenn's perfect night. Moments had come and passed, and Jenn still had not proposed to the woman of her dreams. She opened the door of her silver car and Amber got in, eyes shining. "You know," the girl murmured after Jenn had gotten behind the wheel. "This has to be the best birthday I've ever had. Thank you." Jenn smiled, but inward she felt terrible. She still hadn't managed to propose. But there were other nights in the future, and more crimes to thwart.
Neither of them noticed the car at first. The driver was obviously drunk, swerving this way and that. Jenn noticed just in time as he swerved into their headlights, careening towards them. With a large amount of force she swerved the wheel, turning the car abruptly to the right. A scream erupted from Amber's throat as the car pummeled into the driver's side. Jenn could feel a sharp stab of pain in her ribs and soon found it hard to breathe. Her head began to spin and she found herself fading in and out of conciousness.
Jenn came to with the sound of sirens pounding into her head and Amber shaking her awake. "My left pocket." she croaked out. Why was her throat so dry? "It's in there." With trembling fingers Amber reached over and slipped her hand into her pocket, eyes widening. "Not now..." she whimpered. "We are getting you help, you're going to be fine."
"No." Jenn's voice was stern. Out of all the perfect moments, she knew that this was going to be the best one. The pain in her chest indicated that this may be her last one. "Amber, I've waited too long for this." There were voices now, screams of horror. She could only imagine how horrible the accident was, exactly. "Will you marry me?"
With tears in her eyes, Amber whispered a soft "yes" and slipped the ring onto the proper finger on her left hand. Jenn licked her lips, struggling to focus on her last perfect moment. She knew that things were too late for her, but she did not wish for Amber to be aware of this. So she forced a smile onto her lips, looking more like a grimace. "Come on now, the police are on the way. Just for once they're going to be more useful than we are, how does that sound?" There was a pounding in her head and she could hear voices indicating that the police had, indeed shown up.
Amber was not as gullable as Jenn would have believed. She knew instinctively that her now-fiancee was dying. Without the other realizing it, she had her hand on the dying woman's chest and had restarted her heart around three times now. That was the perks of having the ability to shoot lightning, she supposed. But even if it bought the two temporary time, there was nothing that the paramedics or her could do. She pulled her hand away, drawing in a sharp breath. At the same time, the strongest girl in the world exhaled, and let out her last breath.
The sounds of the big band were just at the right volume that it was hard to hear. Not that it was a problem for most of the people in the dimly lit ballroom, it was dancing that they were after in the first place. But for twenty two year old Jennifer, it was proving to be a problem. She found herself frozen, staring into the emerald eyes of her girlfriend, two fingers in her pocket clutching on to the intricate ring she had bought a week earlier. Amber merely looked confused, her hand in Jenn's free hand. "I'm sorry love!" she called over what was supposed to be a quiet version of 'You Made Me Love You' by Barry Manilow. "I don't know how anyone is supposed to be able to hear in here. Come on, let's just dance!"
And so Jennifer found herself being pulled towards the dance floor. She sighed and slipped her hand from her coat pocket, knowing the ring would be there for the perfect moment. The problem was, the perfect moment kept on not happening. No matter what she tried, the moment would not come back. Mind you, there had been a perfect time to propose to Amber but it had come and gone. Besides, how many people would have wanted to be proposed to right after stopping a bank robbery in those silly costumes?
Jennifer and Amber had themselves a little secret. They had met during a medical study in university, about five years ago. Jennifer was as broke as any college student, and would have done practically anything for the money. Amber had been seeing a girl who had been working on the study, more than happy to give her a hand. However, though a series of accidents on the girlfriend's end, the two girls had ended up with strange new powers. Naturally the only thing to be done was sew up some costumes (not very good ones, though they did recently come in contact with someone who gave them a bit of an upgrade) and start their life of fighting crime. The city knew them as Power Girl and Bolt, and had no clue that the brunette and red head dancing so close to each other could possibly be those heros that had saved the day.
Jenn knew just how important the night was for Amber, and she wanted it to be perfect. It was her birthday after all, and the woman had never been known to have good birthdays. Naturally that was the day that the accident had occured, but it was only last year that she had called up Jenn crying. Her car had been rear ended, and insurance wasn't going to cover it. It had taken a long while for them to get that car fixed up. Living on a realitor's salary isn't always the best when you're just out of college. But so far today had been perfect, though the right moment had not yet come up for Jenn to pop the question.
The band had switched to a tender version of 'Love Me Tender', and Jenn couldn't help but smile as Amber held her tightly, singing along with the woman on stage. As sidekicks went, Amber, also known as Bolt, was perfect in every aspect.
