[ WP ] A comedy about the love triangle between a teenage ghost , the only person who can see them , and the oblivious third wheel

“ I could just lose myself in those eyes ” he says leaning forward in what I imagine he thinks is a show of devotion, but actually makes him look as though he has a bit of a hunch. 
 
 “ Give it a rest Dave ” I ’ ve been dead 100 years, and kids today just don ’ t have a clue about wooing ( excuse the pun ). 
 
 We both catch sight of his tutor at the same time, which elicits very different reactions. Dave slumps, adopting a Neanderthal stance as a defense mechanism against the possibility of learning anything, and I can ’ t help myself- I know that he can ’ t even see me, but I smooth my hair and flash him a shy smile. Dave gives me a filthy look. 
 
 Mr Davis looks as though he has just stepped out of the 1950s, an era that I particularly enjoyed; men were men back then, chivalrous, moustached and not a man-bun in sight. 
 
 He is wearing stereotypical professor attire-tatty tweed jacket with elbow patches, tired eyes and a slight whiff of despair at the prospect of his impossible task for the next hour. Haunting is the wrong word, but it ’ s tough getting a human male ’ s attention when you don ’ t possess a body of your own, so I ’ m forced to follow him around, making my presence felt as strongly as possible. Moving objects to let him know that I am here; writing him little notes using the periodic table magnets on his fridge. He glances around nervously as he takes his seat next to me, and I notice the hairs on his arms are standing upright. Nothing like knowing that a man is aware of you. 
 
 The lesson begins without much in the way of niceties, Dave ’ s hatred of Mr Davis tangible, and Mr Davis ’ despair of Dave due to him being a bit of a nimrod equally as present. 
 
 In a sudden burst of longing, Dave throws down his pen “ I can ’ t take this anymore, being here with you but not being able to touch you, to hold you ”. 
 Mr Davis follows Dave ’ s line of across the library, and seeing only an elderly chap eating his lunch out of the cold at the back of the room, sighs deeply. 
 “ Dave you really must see someone about your eyes, for one of them to turn outwards is problematic, but for both of them- I ’ m concerned… platonically concerned ” he hastily adds. 
 
 Dave doesn ’ t seem to hear Mr Davis, his eyes are fixed on mine and I feel a stab of empathy for his unrequited love. 
 
 “ If you could just tell me if there is any way for us to be together- anything, I ’ d do anything ” 
 
 Mr Davis clears his throat uncomfortably “ Dave, really I am flattered, and I know that things can be confusing at your age… ” 
 
 “ Mr Davis, I can ’ t deal with this right now, I ’ m in the middle of something ” 
 
 His eyes flick back to mine. I shake my head sadly no, and understand that it ’ s time for me to leave these two men, I ’ m causing them more harm than good. 
 
 “ Dave, I think it best you find another tutor, continuing with this would be inappropriate ” 
 
 Dave ’ s crestfallen face and Mr Davis ’ attempting to console him with assurances of it ’ s not you, it ’ s me, are the last that I see of them. 

