Caleb isn’t entirely sure why that surprises him; his father was always a meticulous person who cared for his property well. The fact that this surprising house that no one in his family knew existed until the executor read his will is as well cared for like everything else he owned shouldn’t catch him off guard, but still, it does.
Ezra doesn’t want anything to do with it. Ezra wants it sold, and the funds split between them since Henry left it to all three of them. Caleb doesn’t seem to think that that’s what his dad would have wanted, but since he’s the youngest, home on spring break instead of out partying with his friends on a sunny beach far away, Caleb’s the one who’s set with the task.
Maybe you can do more for them than I could had been next to the clause, explaining for them to take care of the house. Caleb doesn’t truly understand what that means until he opens the door.
The first thing that strikes him is the television's sound, followed by the scent of cleaning spray. Signs of life appear where they shouldn’t be, and he almost walks out, thinking he has the wrong house, before someone steps into the entryway.
He’s tall, with square shoulders and an easy-going smile. He also happens to be the most beautiful man Caleb had ever seen. This moment could be his bi awakening because he didn’t realize he was into men, but he would one hundred percent do this guy if given a chance. The feelings come on so hard and fast that he finds himself blushing and doing his best to adjust his backpack in front of him strategically.
“Hi,” the man smiles, and Caleb doesn’t know what to do.
“Uh, hi. I’m … Caleb.” Good job, dumbass. Excellent introduction. “I think I might have the wrong house.” He turns to go almost immediately.
The man squints before reaching out to take his arm. “Wait, wait. Henry’s son, Caleb?”
Caleb blinks in surprise before turning to face him again. “You knew my dad?”
“Yeah. Henry owns our house.”
So that settles that. Caleb is in the right place. Taking a deep breath, he looks around the rest of his house. “Right. I guess I … didn’t realize people were living here.”
The man extends his hands to his side and wiggles his fingers. “Surprise. So I guess you’re here to meet the tenants?”
“Uh.” His mouth gapes before slowly shaking his head. “I’m here to sell it.”
The man’s face falls immediately, confusion coloring his features. “What?”
“My dad, he, uh. He left it to my siblings and me. They want to sell it off.” He should not be the one here, telling them this, but here we are. “I’m sorry?”
“I’m sorry, what did he just say.” A second voice enters the fray from the stairs. This guy is built like a linebacker and is red in the face like he’s ready to start a fight. “He can’t just kick us out of our fucking house.”
“Dude, dude.” The first man steps between the two of them, cutting Angry Guy off at the pass. “He didn’t know we were here.”
“Yeah. About that. Who are you, exactly?”
“That’s … a bit complicated. But we also … can’t exactly go. Your dad was helping us work on it, but basically, we’re stuck here.”
Caleb frowns as he glances between the two of them. “What do you mean you’re stuck here?”
The first man looks sympathetic, almost as though he doesn’t want to break it to him this way, but he doesn’t have much choice. “We’re ghosts, Caleb. We’re haunting this house.”
Caleb glances between the two of them, eyes widening in confusion before shaking his head and backing up. “Nope.”
“Nope?” The first man looks confused.
“Nope. I’m not doing this today.” Caleb shakes his head again and turns to head back out the door. “Fuck this shit. I’m out.”
The first man’s eyes roll up towards the ceiling as Caleb storms out, slamming the door behind him. The second shakes his head as he goes to follow after him.
“Nice going, dick-for-brains.” He wrenches the door open and watches as Caleb storms back to his car. “This is why we let Pride do all the talking.”
#016 ~ the stages of grief ~ original ~ 728
Shockingly, the house is well-maintained.
Caleb isn’t entirely sure why that surprises him; his father was always a meticulous person who cared for his property well. The fact that this surprising house that no one in his family knew existed until the executor read his will is as well cared for like everything else he owned shouldn’t catch him off guard, but still, it does.
Ezra doesn’t want anything to do with it. Ezra wants it sold, and the funds split between them since Henry left it to all three of them. Caleb doesn’t seem to think that that’s what his dad would have wanted, but since he’s the youngest, home on spring break instead of out partying with his friends on a sunny beach far away, Caleb’s the one who’s set with the task.
Maybe you can do more for them than I could had been next to the clause, explaining for them to take care of the house. Caleb doesn’t truly understand what that means until he opens the door.
The first thing that strikes him is the television's sound, followed by the scent of cleaning spray. Signs of life appear where they shouldn’t be, and he almost walks out, thinking he has the wrong house, before someone steps into the entryway.
He’s tall, with square shoulders and an easy-going smile. He also happens to be the most beautiful man Caleb had ever seen. This moment could be his bi awakening because he didn’t realize he was into men, but he would one hundred percent do this guy if given a chance. The feelings come on so hard and fast that he finds himself blushing and doing his best to adjust his backpack in front of him strategically.
“Hi,” the man smiles, and Caleb doesn’t know what to do.
“Uh, hi. I’m … Caleb.” Good job, dumbass. Excellent introduction. “I think I might have the wrong house.” He turns to go almost immediately.
The man squints before reaching out to take his arm. “Wait, wait. Henry’s son, Caleb?”
Caleb blinks in surprise before turning to face him again. “You knew my dad?”
“Yeah. Henry owns our house.”
So that settles that. Caleb is in the right place. Taking a deep breath, he looks around the rest of his house. “Right. I guess I … didn’t realize people were living here.”
The man extends his hands to his side and wiggles his fingers. “Surprise. So I guess you’re here to meet the tenants?”
“Uh.” His mouth gapes before slowly shaking his head. “I’m here to sell it.”
The man’s face falls immediately, confusion coloring his features. “What?”
“My dad, he, uh. He left it to my siblings and me. They want to sell it off.” He should not be the one here, telling them this, but here we are. “I’m sorry?”
“I’m sorry, what did he just say.” A second voice enters the fray from the stairs. This guy is built like a linebacker and is red in the face like he’s ready to start a fight. “He can’t just kick us out of our fucking house.”
“Dude, dude.” The first man steps between the two of them, cutting Angry Guy off at the pass. “He didn’t know we were here.”
“Yeah. About that. Who are you, exactly?”
“That’s … a bit complicated. But we also … can’t exactly go. Your dad was helping us work on it, but basically, we’re stuck here.”
Caleb frowns as he glances between the two of them. “What do you mean you’re stuck here?”
The first man looks sympathetic, almost as though he doesn’t want to break it to him this way, but he doesn’t have much choice. “We’re ghosts, Caleb. We’re haunting this house.”
Caleb glances between the two of them, eyes widening in confusion before shaking his head and backing up. “Nope.”
“Nope?” The first man looks confused.
“Nope. I’m not doing this today.” Caleb shakes his head again and turns to head back out the door. “Fuck this shit. I’m out.”
The first man’s eyes roll up towards the ceiling as Caleb storms out, slamming the door behind him. The second shakes his head as he goes to follow after him.
“Nice going, dick-for-brains.” He wrenches the door open and watches as Caleb storms back to his car. “This is why we let Pride do all the talking.”