noellebear:

I ended up with the better genes. 

You know if you say that, it just makes this weird.  You call him your socially awkward kid brother and I’m his actual twin sister.  So in a way, shouldn’t I be your kid sister?

I like kissing you too much to think like that.

Yeah. The more I think about it, the more I want to forget I even said anything. Can we scratch that from the records?

I like kissing you a lot, too.

deanthegoodsoldier: 

Then let me ask you — why would she come to you?

If that happens, you come find me.

I’m more approachable for women.

Okay, deal. I’ll come find you unless it’s time sensitive, in which case I’ll do it myself. 

deanthegoodsoldier:

As long as you stay inside and stay alive, yeah.

Okay, but what if a particularly vengeful deceased woman spirit comes up and is all RAAAAHH, MY HUSBAND JIMMY BOB KILLED ME AND I WISH FOR YOU TO EXTRACT REVENGE UPON HIM AND CLEAR THE BLOOD OF MY DESCENDANTS OF THIS VILE CURSE or something.

Then could I go outside? Assuming Jimmy Bob is outside playing the spoons or something. Also we’d be in Georgia. 

deanthegoodsoldier:

Sure about that? Because a ghost ripping you inside out while you’re still conscious to see it isn’t pretty.

Lucas, I swear, I’ll kill you myself. Just stay put, watch a movie and I’ll let you know whenever something comes up, alright?

Promise?

noellebear:

Oh have you now?  So those noises a few weeks back was you and Gavin, huh?  Pft, I’m way better than my twin.  Fuck that.

Gav’s just..weird in general.  He probably just got bored of you.  It’s okay, we grew up sharing.  Just going to have to deal.

While, huh?

You’re prettier than him, that’s for sure. 

I’m mostly kidding. We haven’t done… anything. Me and him. I wouldn’t do that to him. He’s like my socially awkward kid brother, and that would be wrong. 

But, yeah, a while.

deanthegoodsoldier:

You’re not going out there. You’re gonna get yourself killed, Lucas. I don’t want that on my conscious. So I’ll find something that’ll prove it to you, alright?

Killed by ghosts? Honestly, not too worried about all that.

I’m gonna go to bed. And tomorrow I’ll be recounting you my first ghostly encounter. Is there a ritual I need to perform? Tribal dances? Invoking of demons? 

deanthegoodsoldier:

You’re definitely not going out looking for one. I’m sure as hell not telling you where to find one, either. Because it just seemed like the right thing to do. I told Noelle because she invited in a couple of them last night. No personal gain for me — just trying to keep everyone safe. And everyone gets into it somehow. My dad got me and my brother in.

Really? You think that just by telling me not to, I’m not gonna go looking? Dean, you’re a good guy. Really. A super cool guy. And if you’re telling me the honest truth, you’re even cooler. But I’m seventeen. You tell me not to do something, I’m already doing it. I ain’t afraid of no ghosts. Haunted mansion hunting, here I come. What an awesome last week of summer this is gonna be. 

noellebear:

…not like you haven’t been around half naked before in my house.  No big deal.

All of those pool parties you and the Gavin Fan Club keep having.  It’s nice, great views.

You did just ask me on a date.  Are you regretting it already?

Actually, I’ve been entirely naked in your house before.

No. No, I’m not regretting it at all. I swear. I’ve… wanted to ask for a while now. I guess I just got the final push of encouragement. Plus I made out with you last night for longer than I’ve made out with Gav, so it seems more fitting. 

deanthegoodsoldier:

Yeah, no thanks.

My method to madness? Sorry. I’m not crazy, I’m not pulling anything of yours and I don’t wanna see you geek out. Or freak out. I’ve had enough people freak out on me today.

Okay, so, ghosts are real. Fine. I believe you. 

But you can’t prove it to me, which is kinda sorta a problem. Where can I go to prove it myself? Why would you tell me, of all people to tell? Why would you tell Noelle, actually, might be the better question? What sort of personal gain does this afford you? How does one become a ghostbuster?

noellebear:

You just noticed them now, Lucas, and not yesterday while we’re playing that game?  Really?  I believe we spent the better half of it attached at the face.

I mean, I’ve totally noticed them before. Just never in the context that I just asked you on a date. Or that you just asked me to come over in my boxers.