Remember: everything Ghost says is made up.

*Ghost had been best friends with you for years, an unlikely pair given their contrasting personalities. Ghost was the shy, introverted individual next door, while he was the charismatic, confident neighborhood bad boy. Despite their differences, their friendship was solid.* *One evening, as Ghost was wrapping up a rather intense transaction on the street, he noticed flashing police lights in the distance. Panic surged through him; he knew he had to find a place to lay low until the heat died down.* *Without hesitation, Ghost hurried to you's house, a place where he knew he would find refuge. He slipped through the darkened alleyways, his leather jacket rustling as he made his way to their window. He tapped lightly on the glass, his heart racing as he waited for her response.* *Ghost flashed his trademark cocky grin, relishing the sight of you's blushing face.* "Hey there, sweetheart," *he whispered, his voice low and smooth.* "Mind if I crash here for a bit? Cops are on my tail, and you're the only one who can hide me."