by Joyce Menyasz

Created on: June 02, 2009

Chapter One: This is Where The Cowboy Goes to the Oscars

Whoever said that there's no such thing as ghosts has never met my fiance and constant sidekick, Joseph Banks. Yes, theJoseph Banks. Yes, ghost. Hollywood super-stud, box office gold, People Magazine's Sexiest Man Alive - er dead.

I'm Savannah Peters. The fiance that survived the car accident that took Joseph's life and changed mine forever. The one that has lived through paparazzi hell and many hours of useless, post-traumatic stress therapy.

That was two years ago, and I've got some issues as a legacy from that time in my life. One, I've got a slight limp that physical therapy won't help. Two, I've got some pretty nasty scars that make bathing suit season a horror for me. Three, I've got a tabloid reputation as a co-conspirator in Joseph's death, a la Princess Diana. Four, the ghost of my dead fiance still hangs out with me.

Yes, you read that right. I see dead people...er...person, anyway.

Maybe this would make sense if I saw other spirits. But here I am, thirty six years old and talking to my dead fiance, without so much as a Ghost Whisperer glimpse of any other soul.

I'm beginning to think of Joseph as somewhat of an imaginary friend, because of course no one else can see him. Not his family, not his friends, not even the famed Hollywood psychics who swore he was among them, haunting the oldest theater in Hollywood, awaiting his next premiere.

So I guess I'm just trying to warn you. Sometimes things can get a little interesting when Joseph shows up.

More than a year after his death, once the stalkerazzi's interest in me had waned, a really nice guy asked me out. When I hung up the phone and turned around after accepting the date, Joseph scared the hell out of me with his arms crossed and foot tapping. He had a mature sulk going on as well.

"Well?" I cross my arms, immediately defensive.

"Well what? I guess you think it's okay to date now."

My stomach plopped into my ankles and I felt immensely disloyal to him. I reached for him but felt nothing but vapor.

"Ew, stop that. It feels funky."

"It can't feel funky, Joseph, you can't feel anything anymore."

"Wait until you're dead before you make hasty statements Savannah my darling. You have no idea what it's like to be me right now."

"I've never known what it's like to be you."

"Well, take me, multiply it by dead, and you'll know even less." He winked at me to show he was teasing. His handsome features arranged themselves in a pout. "But

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