#Flynn made the flyers for the school dance

[ashleycatchemm]

1-02: We Hate You Please Die

Part 2 out of ??

Pairings: Reggie x Reader, Luke x Julie, Alex x Willie

Summary: (Y/n) (L/n) has been able to see and feel ghosts ever since she was little, which made it hard to tell the ghosts from the humans. Everyone has always thought she was a bit crazy, even her best friends, Julie and Flynn. But when three ghosts with a love for music appear in Julie's garage, suddenly (Y/n) doesn't seem so crazy anymore.

Song: We Hate You Please Die (Crash and the Boys)

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I shouldn't have shook his hand. Everyday has been getting worse since then. Willie and I have been like his own little errand boy and girl. It's been hell, and I haven't even died yet. He's been flirting with me constantly and keeps calling me his queen. Every night I have to go there to play but as soon as I'm done, I get a couple of hours of freedom to feel again.

I've started drinking there, something I never thought I would do, but it's helped relieve some of the stress. School has been hell and my parents are never there. But every time I play my guitar, sing, and just being on the dance floor helps me get away from all that, all the stress and pain I feel.

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Flynn was quick to drag me out of class as soon as the bell rang. We ended up meeting up with Julie at her locker "Hey, underachiever." Flynn said as the two of us now stood by Julie. I held one of the straps of my backpack in hand, that same strap being thrown over my shoulder as Julie sent us both smiles.

"Hey, disappointment and crazy lady"

Me and Flynn looked at each other before going back to look at Julie "Okay, I know you don't want us to ask-" I cut her off while stating "Flynn, this is all you. Not me." I let out a small chuckle as she rolled her eyes and groaned a little. "Okay, fine. I know you don't want me to ask, but have you figured out what you're gonna do today?" Julie shrugged while shaking her head slowly.

She spoke "I'll know in the moment." I let out a sigh before commenting "So that's a definite no." Flynn sighed as well before trying to talk her into things "Really, Jules? That's all you're giving us? Mrs. Harrison said this is your last chance." Julie nodded her head "I know. I was there." An all to familiar giggle caught mine and Flynn's attention followed by an annoying high pitched voice.

"See you at the rally!"

Flynn spoke up first, as I glared daggers at the ogre across the hall. "Ugh, What is she handing out?" The three of us watched as she said hi to the students walking past while handing them her flyers. "Desperation?" Julie asked, causing me and her to snicker as we fist bumped.

The princess herself then started walking in our direction. I stepped back a little in annoyance as she stopped in front of the three of us. She handed Flynn a flyer "Here you go" she dragged out the 'o' in go, a forced smile on her face "My groups preforming at the spirit rally tomorrow." Handing another flyer to Julie, she slowly took it out of Carries hand. "I'm sure you guys have nothing better to do." A fake smile sat on her face.

Flynn sarcastically stated "Oh my gosh, Carrie. Thanks!" Carrie delightfully stared back just as dramatic "Oh my gosh, Flynn. Don't bother coming!" All while playing with her necklace. Carrie then turned to me, as I stood there leaning against the lockers, arms crossed with a glare on my face.

"Here you go, freak. Maybe you'll see a ghost there!"

She held a beaming smile on her face as I sarcastically chuckled, ripping the paper out of her hand in annoyance. She turned around and walked away as I angrily scrunched up the flyer and threw it somewhere down the hallway. "Yeah I'll see a ghost alright." Shoving my hands in my sweatshirt pockets I continued "Hers. When I shank her with my switch blade that just so happens to have slipped out of my hands and flew across the room to her face." I stated as Flynn and Julie stared at me with frightened expressions.

I shrugged "What? She already thinks I'm crazy" Julie smiled a little while stating "Yeah well now we think your crazy." She pointed between her and Flynn. Flynn nodded her head in agreement as I smiled at them and let out a content sigh, with a nod of my head "It's a gift." The two of them stared at me for a couple seconds more before shaking there heads and dismissing my anger.

Flynn scrunched up the Flyer in her hand as Julie's attention was brought over to the boy just a few feet away from us. I shook my head while saying "Oh lord here we go." Flynn was quick to question Julie "Nick? Still? You know they're gonna get married and have a bunch of unholy babies." Julie was quick to defend herself "Nick's a sweetheart." Flynn quickly responded "Yeah, you'd actually have to talk to him to know that." This caused a chuckle to arise from me.

"And only one of them has to be a demon to make a demon baby."

I looked over at Carrie only for her back to be turned towards us. I was quick to cup my hands around my mouth while yelling "Demon!" To her, she was quick to turn and look back at us. I sent her a big fake smile along with a wink as the other two turned their heads to avoid confrontation.

To our luck she didn't march over to us, the three of us snickered as I walked over to stand between them. "There's that smile." I stated while slinging an arm over Julie's shoulder. Flynn stated "Now, let's go prove everybody wrong." Julie chuckled lightly before shutting her locker, I swung my other arm over Flynn's shoulders as the three of us walked off to music.

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I was one of the first to go. "Okay Mrs. Harrison. What would you like to hear today? Pick an instrument." Mrs. Harrison laughed a little as I stood up chewing my gum that I purposely put in my mouth for this class.

'Pay back time, you demon spawn from-'

"How about the bass?"

I nodded my head and gave her a two finger solute "Yes ma'am" fixing the beanie that sat on my head, I chewed on my gum as I looked through the guitars grabbing the nice shining red bass in the corner. I was quick to grab a mic and a stand, deciding to play a full song as always. I was going to play Come As You Are by Nirvana but considering the fact that I had a revenge plan going I had to shorten it.

I stood practically in front of Carrie as I plugged the aux for the bass into the amp and made sure it was on volume one (But rock it on volume ten). I decided on a song I once heard before from a movie. I cleared my throat a bit before talking into the mic that was currently attached to the stand "This song is called We Hate You Please Die" I put on a fake preppy smile and mimicked Carrie's voice as I continued. "Enjoy!" Staring her down in annoyance.

She glared at me while crossing her arms a crossed her chest. I rolled my eyes in annoyance at her as my smile instantly dropped to my resting bitch face. Playing the bass for a few minutes I started to sing.

I can't feel you

I can't feel you

I can't hear you

I can't speak 'Cause

Love don't stink

Love don't stink

Love don't stink like that cottage cheese

I here my god in a coma freeze

I here my god in a coma freeze

Lonely

Lonely

I held out the note before playing the bass some more and continuing with the song which just so happens to be a repeat of the verse I just played.

I can't feel you

I can't feel you

I can't hear you

I can't speak 'Cause

Love don't stink

Love don't stink

Love don't stink like that cottage cheese

I here my god in a coma freeze

I here my god in a coma freeze

Lonely

Lonely

Lonely like you.

On the last note, I spit my gum out, only for it to land on Carrie's vest and part of her hair. Carrie's shriek of disgust echoed throughout the room, as most of the class let out a bunch of laughs. I feigned surprise by putting a hand over my mouth and widened my eyes. "Oops." I stated "Must've forgot that I still had gum in my mouth." I smiled innocently at her as she angrily stood up.

"You ruined my outfit and all you have to say is 'Oops' ?!"

I chuckled quietly to myself while shrugging my shoulders and taking the bass off me. Mrs. Harrison turned to me, shaking her head in disappointment "Ms. (L/n), please remember to take out your gum next time." looking over at a now pissed off Carrie she continued "Carrie you may go to the nurse to see if she can help you get the gum out." Carrie huffed in anger before stomping out of the room.

I looked over at Mrs. Harrison "I can also play that on electric guitar and drums if you'd like" she looked back at me while shaking her head "Once was enough (Y/n). Thank you, you may sit." I nodded my head and threw myself down in the seat next to Flynn. When my parents started going away 24/7 I started drowning myself in music, finding a different instrument to play almost everyday. Most of the time I taught myself but other times I had someone teach me. Flynn and I fist bumped each other in amusement as I leaned back in the seat and crossed my arms a crossed my chest.

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One by one everyone presented, Carrie eventually came back to class gum-less. Glaring at me on her way over to her seat, I smiled smugly at her in response.

Nick was now preforming but it was soon to end and was actually really good. Everyone clapped, hell even I clapped for him. "Nice job, Nick. Almost as impressive as your game against Glendale." Mrs. Harrison's comment caused Nick and the class to chuckle. Nick went to put his guitar down as Mrs. Harrison stepped forward.

"Ok, we have one last performance."

She clapped her hands together in front of herself "Julie." I looked over at Julie only to see her head down, her cap hiding her face. She slowly looked up at Mrs.Harrison, and got up to go over to the piano. Nick walked by her as he went to his seat and she made her way to the piano.

Flynn grabbed my arm excitedly, a proud smile on her face, a small one tugged at my lips as I watched Julie make her way to the piano. 'Come on, Jules. You got this.' I thought as Julie nervously opened up her notes and put them down on the piano. She sighed heavily before sitting down slowly in the seat, she looked up at Mrs.Harrison.

"Take your time."

Mrs. Harrison stated and Julie opened the fallboard, placing her hands slowly on the keys. Only briefly before they were pulled away, causing Flynn to shoot up from he seat. Julie stood up as well, shaking her head "I'm sorry." Flynn sighed in defeat as Carrie decided to speak up "Is this when we clap?" I glared at the back of her head as Julie annoyedly marched out of the room, Flynn following close behind. I angrily kicked the back of Carrie's chair almost causing her to fall off it.

"Watch it Carrie."

I spoke while getting up to follow the two of them out of class.

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#julie molina #reggie peters #reggie peters x reader #julie and the phantoms #flynn taylor #luke patterson #alex mercer #willie jatp #caleb covington #x reader #fem reader #fanfic #jatp #carrie wilson #season 1

[missmitchieg]

I mean, I'm happy we got Flynn's last name finally. I'm just a little confused why it took this long to get it. Like, considering how important Flynn is, you'd think we would've got it at the same time we got the phantoms last names.

#julie and the phantoms #flynn taylor #like Flynn is of equal importance as the white boys #to both Julie and the show #Flynn spent the entire season focusing on and supporting Julie #(Side note: GIVE FLYNN A BIGGER ROLE AND BETTER STORYLINE IN SEASON 2) #Julie literally said there was NO WAY she would have made it through the last year #if it wasn't for Flynn #Flynn made the flyers for the school dance #Flynn made all their social media accounts #Flynn let Julie sleep at their place to forget about the guys and the dance #Flynn was the one she went to about the phantoms having to cross over or die #AND Flynn was around WAAAAAY longer than the phantoms

[loveelle]

Leap of Faith~ Part 4

Luke Patterson x Reggie’s Sister!Reader

A/N: Hope you like! There’s a part in there with another lil bit of a song that doesn’t exist, it’s probably not good, but oh well. Anyways let me know if you want to be tagged!

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It’s been a little over 2 weeks since you and the boys appeared in Julie’s life and you had to admit, you were getting quite used to being a ghost. Julie was awesome and she was so much fun to be around all the time. You wished you had a girl friend like her when you were alive. She also introduced you to Flynn, well it was more you hanging out when Flynn was around and her knowing you were there. You haven’t found a way for her to see you yet.

Things had also been simply weird between Luke and you. Being ghosts together had brought you together, but it also made you take a step back from him. You could barely handle your awkward feelings for him when you were alive, now that you were dead and could only build relationships with the four other people who could see you, it was hard.

You were hanging out in the studio, reading through some books Julie had stashed in her room and listening to Luke and Reggie do some quiet playing when Julie came home from school today, clutching a flyer in her hand. You set the book down and stretched your arms above your head. “Whatcha got there, Julie?”

She showed you the flyer, making your brows raise up as you looked back and forth between her and it. Luke’s attention fell to you the moment you were up, not missing your interaction with Julie. “What is it?” He asked and took his guitar off, Reggie following as well as the three of you crowded on the piano and Julie started watering her plants.

You passed the flyer to Reggie and Luke. “You’ve got a gig.”

“We’re playing a school dance? Sweet!” Reggie gasped out after a few seconds of reading.

“It’s not exactly the Strip.” Luke mumbled, shooting you and Julie a sad look as you frowned with a shrug.

“It’s still a performance Luke.” You told him, putting a hand on his shoulder. His eyes flickered to your hand and you pulled it away quickly.

“We’re not exactly alive, so you should be happy we have our first gig.” Reggie told Luke as he agreed with you.

“I wasn’t in love with the idea either,” Julie called over as you grabbed the flyer again, “but it could be a great way to get followers, right?”

“Exactly!” you interrupted, turning to your boys. “Why do you think I got you so many gigs at the book clubs. They weren’t going to get you playing the Orpheum.” You chuckled at Luke’s smiley eye roll and Reggie’s quick shoulder shrug.

“We can play whenever we can, wherever we can.” Reggie gave you a high five.

“Let’s rock those kids faces off and then play the clubs.” It was Luke’s turn to give you a high five, but your hands stayed together for a few seconds, a moment that didn’t go unnoticed by Julie and your brother.

“And then record a single that gets a billion streams?” Julie broke the moment between the two of you. Your cheeks were surely hot as Luke and you broke eye contact.

Luke recovered faster than you, ignoring the blush starting its way on his face. “I don’t know what that is, but hopefully it gets us a manager and a tour.”

“Then you release a bunch of hit albums.” You smiled at Julie, purposely not looking at Luke.

Reggie’s eyes lit up. “Put out a country album that does surprisingly well.” You laughed lovingly at your brother.

“He shreds on the banjo.” You told Julie, not hiding the smile on your face.

She put her fist out to him for a fist bump. “Then I’ll learn how to fiddle.”

“And before you know it, we’re being inducted into the rock ‘n’ roll hall of fame!” Luke’s shout scared you as you jumped back from his pumping fists. You let out a quiet giggle.

“But one of us isn’t there.” Realizing Reggie was going into story time, you propped your elbow onto the piano to listen. “Because we had a blow out in 2023. My money’s on Alex. He’s so sensitive.”

“He’s not!” you laughed out and shook your head. “You’re just incapable of having human emotions.”

“I am not.”

“Uh huh, sure.” You pushed away from the piano, turning your back on them before calling over your shoulder. “Shouldn’t you guys get to rehearsing?” Luke snapped his fingers and pointed at you before bouncing over to his guitar.

“Uh, where is Alex?” Julie question and the boys and her shared looks, but you knew exactly where Alex was.

“He’ll probably going to be here soon.” You knew how much Alex had snuck away to see Willie in these past two weeks. “You guys should just get started.”

You fell back onto the couch as the band listened and started rehearsal. They played through the song a couple times before the blond drummer walked through the wall of the studio door.

“Alex! Where have you been? We need to start practicing.”

“Practicing for what?” He questioned Luke, hopeful at the prospect of a gig.

Before anyone could answer however, Flynn walked in with a grin on her face as she struck a pose. “Dance news!” Her smile fell as she approached Julie. “I still don’t have a date, but I don’t care because I’m so psyched to see you guys perform.”

Alex’s hopeful attitude fell as he caught on. “Oh, man, we’re playing a dance?”

“Dude.” You called out, giving him a face. “Do you want to get a following? This is how.”

Julie chuckled at you. “Yeah, get with the program, Alex.”

“What?!” Flynn’s jaw dropped. “The guys are here?” She turned to an opening of space where no one was and waved. “Hey guys!”

“I’m here too!” you mumbled out quietly so no one could hear, pretending to laugh to ignore the sting of being forgotten.

“Other way, sweetie.” Julie told Flynn before pointing over her shoulder at you. “And don’t you dare forget Y/N.” Even though Julie couldn’t see it, you smiled warmly at her. Flynn turned around, waving to where the boys stood before waving over to where you sat.

“Okay, well now that Alex has graced us with his presence, can we start working?”

“Yes!” Julie agreed with Luke, knowing they had a lot to do. She turned to Flynn. “We’re going to rehearse, wanna stick around.”

“I’m supposed to blow up 500 balloons for the school dance, but this sounds way better.”

“Hey Julie!” This time the rehearsal was interrupted by Carlos as he came in and walked right through Alex to reach his sister. “Do you remember those orbs in Dad’s pictures? I think they’re ghosts.” He handed Julie a picture and you jumped off the couch to peer over her shoulder, looking at the picture Ray took the first day you were here.

There were 4 bright yellow circles hovering the piano. “Guys, look! It’s us!”

Carlos started to look around the room. “Don’t worry. This room is- This room is clean. I’m not getting the ghost tingles.”

Your brother laughed. “Wrong again, little dude.” The four of you couldn’t hold back a grin.

“Have no fear. If they come back, I will protect you, because I am the man of the house.”

“Isn’t dad supposed to be the man of the house?”

“There can be two.” He crossed his arms, matching his sister’s stance. “Dad needs all the help he can get.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a container. “According to the internet, salt burns their souls out.” Luke’s eyes shot to yours as the four of you, or at least you, starting getting worried.

“What are you gonna do with that, little dude?” you asked cautiously, using the nickname Reggie dubbed him.

“A little sprinkle will keep them from ever coming in here.” Without much warning, Carlos tossed salt at Reggie’s feet. Your brother yipped and pulled his feet off the floor, tucking them under him. He did the same to Luke and you, making both of you jump with one solid swing, but still untouched by the salt. However, on Carlos’ last swing of salt into the air, he managed to send it right through Alex.

“No!” Your friend yelled as you looked on worried for what could possibly happen. “Oh, god I’m-“ Alex cut himself off, looking down at his hands before realizing that the salt didn’t do any harm. “I’m fine. I’m fine. Totally fine.”

Julie gestured to Flynn, begging her to get rid of Carlos. Flynn did, asking him to clear a salt filled path to the kitchen and the two of them were gone. Alex moved to his drums as Julie asked if they were ready to start again.

Luke nodded and bounced to his feet. “Oh, remind me later there’s some sunset curve songs I want to show you.”

“Ooh, show me now.”

You chuckled at Julie’s enthusiasm as Luke pulled out his song book. “Home is where my horse is.” He read the song title that was sticking out his journal. “Reggie, stop putting your country songs in my journal.”

“It wasn’t me!” Reggie defended himself and you shrunk back, slowly sitting on the floor and hiding behind Julie as Luke stood up and looked at you. “Y/N?”

“That song is a gift.” You defended, pointing at your brother who pointed back, knowing you were always down to support his love for country music.

Luke ignored you, pulling out Reggie’s song and handing it to him before walking over to Julie. “I dog-eared the ones that I think you would slay.”

Julie started flipping through the book as Luke looked at you, sitting on the floor and he reached his hand out. You took it hesitantly and allowed him to help you up. That was when Julie found a song in his book that she shouldn’t have. “Who’s Emily?”

Luke was quick to let go of your hand and you fell back on the ground. “That one’s not dog-eared.” He reached for the book but Julie just pulled it away.

“If you could only know that I never let you go” Julie read from the book before looking up at Luke, seeing him finally help you off the ground as you stepped back, slightly embarrassed from falling just then. “Wow Luke, I didn’t know you were such a romantic.”

“He’s not.” You grumbled, adjusting your jacket and thrusting your hands in your pockets. “It’s about-“ your words were cut off as Luke through his hand over your mouth, making you stop talking.

“No one.” Luke finished, sending you a look and you felt slightly bad you were about to tell Julie about Luke’s mom. If he wanted Julie to know, then he would’ve told her. “That’s just something that I tried, but if you go to the next dog-eared page, I got a tune that’s just-“ His words stopped as he looked at you. “Did you just lick my hand?”

You were finally able to pull out of Luke hold and nod. “Yeah. Don’t want your hand licked, don’t put it on my mouth.” His lips quirked up at you and you closed your eyes tight, quickly adverting your gaze. “Go back to the song.”

“Right.” Luke breathed out before turning around and plugging his guitar into the amp. “It’s got a killer beat.”

Luke started playing and you nodded your head along to his music, watching the joy light up his face. “So, you wanna sample.”

Luke let out a light chuckle. “What do you mean sample?”

“Sample someone else’s music. Me and my mom used to sing that song at the top of our lungs all the time. It’s a classic Trevor Wilson song.” The band and you all shared confused glances.

“Nope. It’s a classic our song.” Luke grabbed his journal back from her.

“Pure Sunset Curve.” Your brother added. “We’ve never even heard of Trevor Wilson.”

Julie took offense when Alex suggested she could be mixing it up with another song. “I don’t mix up songs. Trust me. Me and his daughter used to be best friends. I know that song.” The boys and you didn’t believe her, but a part of you worried greatly that Julie knew what she was talking about. She pulled out her computer, pressing a few buttons and pulling up a website with Trevor Wilson and turning it to the boys. You moved out from behind her, standing next to Luke.

You jaw dropped after a few second of realization. “What the? Guys, that’s Bobby.”

“Seriously?” Julie asked sending you a glare. “I just told you his name is Trevor.”

The four of you couldn’t look away from the picture, shocked at seeing your old bandmate who apparently had made a name for himself after your deaths. “Great, then he changed it, all right?” Alex said shaking his head. “That’s definitely Bobby. He was our rhythm guitarist.”

Julie scoffed. “Trevor Wilson was in your band?” she looked at you, the only one who wasn’t in band, and you nodded telling her it was true.

“I can’t get over how old he looks.” Reggie mumbled and you agreed, seeing the crow’s feet and beard Bobby- Trevor was now sporting.

“He looks like a substitute teacher.” Alex whispered and you looked over to Luke, seeing the betrayal on his face.

“Julie, what were his other hits?” Your heart dropped completely at Luke’s words.

“Get Lost.”

“Luke wrote that.” Luke spun around at your mumbles, rightfully upset with this whole situation.

“Long Weekend?”

“Yeah, Luke wrote that one too.” Reggie shook his head.

“Crooked Teeth?”

“And that.” Alex pointed towards Reggie as you glanced over to Luke, crossing your arms in front of you. “He wrote it about Reggie.”

Reggie’s brows furrowed. “Wait, what? I thought it was about you!” Luke was pulling the darts out of the dartboards as he glanced over and met your eyes before forcing himself to look away. “I don’t like that song anymore.”

Julie’s mind was blown. “Trevor’s songs are kind of big to me. He’s the one who introduced me to rock.”

“Luke introduced you to rock.” You corrected her and Luke and your eyes met again before he clenched his jaw and chucked a dart at the board.

“This whole time, I thought you were connected to my mom, but instead you were connected to Carrie’s dad? Out of all people, it had to be the one girl who had it out for me.” Alex took a seat next to his drums when he told Julie to add it to the list of questions you all have. “We used to talk about music all the time. He never mentioned you guys.”

Luke threw another dart in his hand at the board as hard as he could. “That’s unbelievable! He can take all the credit and he doesn’t mean mention us?” You put a hand on his shoulder, offering him comfort but he shrugged it off. His action hurt but you tried to play it off, lucky for you, no one was looking at you.

“He’s also rich.” Julie was adding fuel to the fire. “He’s got his own helicopter.” Luke groaned harshly and chucked the last dart in his hand at the board but he missed, landing it in the wood just below it.

“He has… He has a helicopter?” Alex stuttered over his words as he was in shock.

Julie pulled up a picture of Bobby’s helicopter, showing you your now older friend’s face plastered on the side. Reggie’s jaw dropped. “He parks it in front of that hotel?”

“No. He parks it in front of his mansion.”

“Mansion!?” your brother squealed.

“Dude, we live in a garage.” Alex pointed out needlessly.

Luke was still worked up as he bounced around. “It’s not about the money! It’s about the music!”

“It’s a little bit about the money!” Reggie countered. “We could’ve shared it with our families! Maybe then Y/N and my parents wouldn’t have had their house turned into a bike shack.”

“Wait, what? Really?” Julie whispered to you and you nodded with a sad smile.

Luke was looking at a different aspect to this betrayal than Reggie was. “What he did is steal our legacy.” The room fell silent as the five of you really took in what happened. Luke glanced down to Trevor’s mansion on the screen before looking to Julie. “Where does he live?”

He was livid and you knew it.

“Above the beach in Malibu.”

He nudged Alex before grabbing his jacket. “Let’s go teach him a lesson.” Julie and you tried protesting, reminding them about the gig and needing to rehearse, but they were gone before you could stop them.

“This isn’t going to end well, will it?” Julie asked you and you sighed, tugging on the pockets of your leather jacket.

“Best bet? Not at all.”

Flynn came back and clapped, telling everyone to get back to work. “Break time’s over. Get to playing. Mama needs her eye candy.” If you weren’t stressed about the situation, you would’ve laughed at her.

“They’re gone.” Julie told her and Flynn straightened her posture, looking disappointed. “I think I just unleased three angry ghosts on the world.”

Julie’s head dropped and yours did too until you caught sight of the computer, spinning it to face Julie and accidently making Flynn jump at the sudden movement. “Yeah, but we know where they’re going.”

“Come on.” Julie nodded, closing her computer and the three of you ran out of the studio.

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Julie and Flynn led you to Bobby’s house and immediately your mouth gaped open in shock. “Bobby lives here?”

“I know. It’s huge.” Julie mumbled to you, worried about what the boys would do.

You were worried too, knowing the boys could literally do anything to Bobby to scare him. Julie and Flynn approached the gate, knowing that somehow, they were going to have to get over it. It took them a while, and you hated that you couldn’t help. As soon as they were on the other side, Julie turned back to look at you, watching as you just walked right through and her lips pulled into a thin line.

“Sometimes I really hate the fact that you’re a ghost and I’m not.” You laughed at her and seeing Flynn’s awkward face before the three of you set towards the house.

“I’ll go in first?” you asked and Julie nodded. You walked right through the door, hearing Julie or Flynn press the doorbell behind you. You passed Carrie walking to the door as you skipped up the stairs, starting to look around for your friends.

“Guys?” you called out, not caring how loud you were since they couldn’t hear you. You paused momentarily as you heard some shouting. “Bobby?” you rushed to the source, seeing Alex push again a door with Bobby screaming on the other side. Luke and Reggie were laughing at him as your jaw dropped.

“What are you guys doing!”

“We’re haunting him.” Reggie laughed out, barely sparing you a glance as Trevor started yelling louder.

“Well, stop it!”

You grabbed Reggie’s arm, trying to get him to understand why this was a bad idea, but he just pushed your arm off. “Y/N, he stole our lives! This is band business, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Why do you say that?” you stopped tugging on his arm as he turned around to look at you.

“Because you’re not a part of this band.” Your face fell, yet Reggie didn’t realize how much his words hurt you.

“You’re right.” You whispered, getting his attention again, as Luke and Alex both remained completely oblivious to the fight you and Reggie were approaching. “I’m not, but believe it or not, Reginald, I know a little something about getting your life stolen.” and right at that moment, Alex moved from the door, sending Bobby flying past you all and Reggie watched as you disappeared. He didn’t focus on you though, too busy celebrating with his band.

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You reappeared in the studio.

That wasn’t the worst fight you’ve ever had with your brother, and to most people it wouldn’t even be considered a fight, but you hated it. Reggie was the one person you went to when listening to your parents fighting became too much and to be on bad sides with him, hurt.

You grabbed a pillow, ripping it off the couch and sending it across the room before falling face first onto the spot. The band’s predicament was different than yours, but that didn’t mean you didn’t know a thing or two about losing out on a certain life. Tears clouded in your eyes as you blinked them away, laughing bitterly at yourself as you turned and faced the roof.

Time went by but you didn’t notice, too caught up in your thoughts before you stumbled over to the piano wiping the tears from your eyes. Your fingers fell on the keys. Letting your eyes close, your fingers move themselves, a familiar tune only you knew filling the air as you bit your lip before setting yourself free and singing out a song you wrote when you were younger, back when music meant the world to you.

I will be, I will be myself,

Cause that’s enough,

I’m not somebody else,

And I will try to show you now,

I’ll be me, I’ll be me.

The song was coming to an end, your feelings slowly grounding you again as you let out a shaky breath, sniffling your nose and wiping away the final tears before you let your eyes drift up. The music stopped abruptly when you saw a frozen and shocked Julie staring at you.

“You’re back.” You whispered, gradually coming to the realization that you just played in front of her. You stood up quickly, hearing the piano bench screech behind you as stepped away eagerly. “I thought you’d go right to the dance.”

“I had to change and find you after you disappeared.” Her words were slow, the obvious shock still getting to her. “I’m sorry, I thought you said you couldn’t play!”

You fell silent, words escaping your brain completely. “I- uh-“ you closed your eyes tight “Please don’t tell anyone!”

Julie’s mouth fell open. “What! Y/N, you’re amazing!” you let out a quick sigh, moving to fall on the couch as Julie joined you. She waited for you to say something, seeing how you struggled to form the right things to say.

“I’ve been lying.” You admitted, keeping your eyes downcast in hopes this makes it easier to share. “Music had always been Reggie’s thing, since the moment he got his first bass years ago. I got into it too, and the music teacher at our school said I had a real knack for it. But I’m nowhere near as good as my brother and I haven’t played in years.”

“Why not?” Julie asked softly, not wanting to overstep.

Casting a glance to the piano, you frowned. “It was Reggie’s thing. You know, he’s a great brother but sometimes he pays attention to the wrong things. He didn’t know that I played and sang, it was always him and his bass. Once my brother got the band and started getting known around school a little, kids who knew that I played, I guess, started calling me a loser among other names.” Your words came out in sighs and Julie wished she could hold your hand for comfort. “The more I tried to play, the more they told me I would never be as good as my brother, so I stopped.” You picked at your fingers in your lap. “I couldn’t live up his reputation and he barely made a name for himself yet. That’s how much of a loser I was.”

“Y/N-“

“Julie.” You cut her off, knowing she was going to argue much like Luke had the day you spilled to him on the beach. “It’s alright. I mean, look at me. I’m dead, people can’t see me, and the only thing I’m good at apparently is supporting my brother.” You let out a soft chuckle and finally had enough courage to meet her eyes. “Which is why tonight I’ll be front and center, watching you guys kill it for a bunch of teenagers.”

Julie smiled at that. “You’re here for more than that Y/N.”

“Really? Because I would love to know what for.”

“Well, I’ll tell you one thing.” She stood up, giving you a bigger smile as she looked down at you. “I would not be able to handle those boys without you.”

You chuckled, feeling your spirits lift as you shrugged. “Eh. I’ve been dealing with them for years, they’re not that bad.” Julie checked her watch, seeing what time it was before her eyes widened. She told you she had to get ready and you nodded, watching her go before you stopped her. “Hey Julie! I was serious though, please don’t tell anyone I play.”

She stood in the doorway, tapping her fingers against the frame before nodding. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

And she was gone.  

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[adorethedistance]

Emergency Meeting - Artist!Reader x Sunset Curve

JATP masterlist

Requested: “I saw that you are doing requests and if you want to do another artist reader I was thinking maybe the boys are upset because they don’t show up in pictures so the reader paints them a portrait and they are so happy and grateful . I love your writing btw u r so freaking talented !!”

Warnings: overwhelming situation (minor sensory overload)

Words: 1214

Summary: When Flynn calls an emergency meeting to discuss promotional graphic malfunctions, your painting skills come in clutch for the three camera shy ghosts.

I flip my phone, screen-up, for the time in a while to see how long I’ve been studying. Eight minutes? Are you kidding me?! I swear it’s been at least an hour of defining these terms in bold. I love learning but this is not it, chief. Whatever, I can take a break now, I deserve it.

Then, as if cued, I see a text from Flynn illuminate my screen. In our trio chat with Julie, she’s calling an ‘🚨🚨🚨Emergency meeting🚨🚨🚨’. Although, you never know how much of an emergency her ‘emergency meeting’ will be. Flynn will call an emergency if she doesn’t know what to wear, or if her car broke down on the side of the interstate, so there’s really no telling how dire this meeting will be.

“Hey Siri, text ‘double trouble and chopped liver’,” Every time I say the chat name out loud I can’t help but laugh. The memory of the name’s origin story will stay with me as long as I live. “Be there 10 minutes.”

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“This guitar silhouette is getting tired, and you want to blow up after playing Staples Center, your band is gonna need new promo visuals,” Flynn announces to the Molina house’s garage, and all the band members in it. That’s pretty dire, I think to myself. I mean, Staples freaking Center is even bigger than the Orpheum.

“Your show is next weekend, which means we have roughly 12 days til performance day, and 5 days to have a marketing image for the venue.”

“Yes, Flynn, we know we’re short on time,” Julie nods in exasperated confirmation, but I can tell she’s just as nervous as Flynn.

The venue’s marketing team asked for official graphics to use for their social media accounts. The only issue is, we’re stuck with the flyer Flynn made for the Loz Feliz school dance.

“The guys don’t exactly show up on camera--you saw the pictures my dad took,” Julie continues, “And I feel weird being the only face in our band picture,” She lays back into ‘Luke’s’ couch rubbing a tired hand over her eyes. On the other hand, Reggie’s optimism never disappoints,

“Maybe we can use our orb appearances somehow?” His question is enough to get the brainstorming started, and the overlap of statements and questions blurs into one big mesh of voice, growing in volume.

“How would we do that?”

“That blows that we don’t show up on camera.”

“Why not just use our instruments?”

“You really want to take a picture of just our instruments?”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“We’re helping them market our band, not the brand of our instruments!”

The back and forth between the five of them is so overwhelming that I have to shut down for a second. I’m safe inside my own mind despite the bickering background noise.

Okay, think Y/n, there’s gotta be a way for them to get new promo. We can’t blow their cover by using 90’s photos, and Julie doesn’t want to be the sole image. I don’t have photoshop so we couldn’t use the orb idea. Instruments were a good idea until Alex pointed out they need to be of the band.

“I can do it,” my voice pipes up over the commotion. Everyone is surprised by my volume, myself included. The studio falls silent to my voice, which is infinitely softer than their shouting ones.

“I can make a promo visual for you guys... I just need a few days.”

“Well, we have 5 of them, so- ow!” Luke’s quip is cut off by Alex flicking the back of his head. He winces before sticking his tongue out at Alex, who rolls his eyes at the childlike gesture. Then Reggie jumps into the conversation,

“Would you really do that for us?”

“Yeah…” I glance down to the tips of my shoes. My face is glowing red as the attention from the entire band centers on my emotionally smaller frame. I’m not easily nervous or embarrassed, it’s just hard not to be shy when the five prettiest people on the planet are staring at you in anticipation. “I’d need your help though.”

“Anything,” Julie smiles as she walks over to where I’m standing by the studio’s entryway.

“I’ll need you all to sit for me. Just for a few hours- and I’ll work as fast as I can.”

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Julie being alive and all makes my job a lot easier. All I needed was a picture of her as a reference, and I could paint her on my own time. That was never an issue. The issue is getting three teenage boys to sit still for as long as it takes to draw them.

I decided to put them out of their misery last session, and use my quick sketch as an outline for the actual painting. Now, my problem is coloring the finished sketch on my canvas, and I need their pigmentation for reference.

At first I had them sit one by one for color reference, but as long as the other two were ‘jamming’ I couldn’t entirely focus. That’s how we ended here: Reggie picking some bass line with his instrument unplugged, Luke bouncing from wall to wall to exert his pent up energy, and Alex on his drum stool. He’s wistfully glancing at the kit since he can’t play while I’m working.

Luke’s inattentive bobbing around the space causes him to trip on an extension cord, again. That’s the third time he’s done that.

“I don’t get paid enough for this,” I whisper to myself between glancing at my canvas and at Alex’s hair in natural light.

“Paid enough for what?” Luke’s eyes snap up as he hears voices for the first time in half an hour.

“Babysitting,” I say, dabbing the point of my brush into the honey colored paint, adding shadows to the drummer’s hair. Luke then pouts an angry frown and resumes dancing around the studio like a Peanuts character.

Leaning back to observe my painting as a whole, I smile and sarcastically say, “I guess I can check ‘painting three dead boys’ off of my bucket list.”

The musician spirits all perk up at my statement. They share a glance of excitement before closing in on the wet canvas.

“Be careful while it dries.” And with my final warning, I move out from behind my easel to let the boys see. Reggie’s shock, Alex’s surprise, Luke’s bafflement, and my anticipation release tension into the atmosphere.

“Y/n-”

“Are you serious?”

“WE LOOK SO REAL!” I laugh at the buzz of enthusiasm from the band.

“I’m glad you like it.”

“We love it, this is phenomenal.”

“You know, once I’m famous, you’ll have to commission me.”

“We don’t have any ghost money,” Reggie panics.

“I guess you’ll have to start turning tricks then, huh?”

My playful comment prompts Luke to teasingly pull me into a suffocating hug, and I squeal in response. Alex joins in, his larger figure crushing me and Luke together; then, excitement gets the better of Reggie and he runs to join the hug. The added momentum sends all four of us crashing to the floor. We remain on the floor in a heap of laughter and joy.

Where there is friendship, there is bliss.

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A/n: if you’re new: hi welcome. if you’re not: you know I’m back on my artist reader bullshit 🤪. This is such a fun n precious piece and I hope y’all enjoyed.

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[karlajoyner]

Crush (Nick x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys so it was brought to my attention and I also kinda noticed that my writing looks clustered as hell on tumblr cause I’m just not used to writing on it. So I’m gonna start typing my stories on Wattpad and transferring them onto tumblr cause it’s just easier for me since I’ve been writing on Wattpad for years. Let me know if it’s easier to read and if you guys would prefer it if I changed the rest of my previous imagines to this layout!

Requested by: Fallonburns (Wattpad)

Warnings: None I think. A kiss? I don’t know if you need to be warned about that. Okay bye!

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As a member of the school dance committee it was part my job to push ideas and work out any kinks before a dance could happen. That included booking food, decorations, and of course entertainment.

"Come on y/n! Julie and her hologram band could totally blow the roof off this place and you know it" Flynn spoke as I walked down the hall towards my locker.

"Of course I know it Flynn and I know Julie would kill it but it's not my decision. Plus the dance is tomorrow. Who knows if Dinas gonna wanna add another entertainer for the night besides you?" I spoke to one of my longest friends.

"Well will you at least put in a good word?"

"I'll see what I can do" I said putting in my locker combination.

"Yes! Thank you"

Seconds later I groaned feeling my body particularly my head collide with the small metal door in a split second.

"Y/n!" I heard Flynn shout helping me regain my balance.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry" I heard a familiar voice making my heart rate pick up.

"Nick" I panted attempting to recover the air that was just knocked out of me.

"Y/n I didn't mean to really. Ethan threw the ball and I tried to catch it I-I'm sorry"

"It's cool. I'm totally fine" I attempted to play it off as I grabbed my binder from my locker.

"If totally fine means you've got a concussion then yeah you seem great" Flynn said making me scowl at her.

"Do you need to go to the nurse? I can walk you if you want" He said putting a hand on my head exactly where it had made contact with my locker door.

"Nick I'm fine really" I smiled removing his hand. I finally made eye contact with the boy who stood there smiling back at me. His beautiful blue eyes taking my breath away once more. Knocking out of the trance I glanced back at Flynn to see her eyeing me suspiciously.

“Are you sure?”

"Positive. I've gotta get to class. I'll see you later" I said pulling Flynn away from the scene in a hurry.

"Yeah, later" Nick called out to us as we continued down the hall.

"Seriously? Nick? What is it with that boy? I mean first Julie now you"

"Now me what? I don't like Nick. Julie likes Nick"

"Yeah if Nicks name started with L and rhymed with Duke" I looked at the girl in confusion.

"What?"

"Nothing. Julie doesn't like Nick anymore but it seems you do and as one of your oldest friends I think it's my job to tell you to go for it"

"Last time you told me to go for something I ended up on the school dance committee. I have 500 balloons to blow up by tomorrow" I said walking towards Carrie and Kayla. Kayla sent me a smile earning a pointed look from Carrie.

"Kayla. Carrie. I hope to see you guys at the dance this Thursday" I spoke smiling at the two girls.

"Sounds interesting. But I'm busy with Nick. You know MY boyfriend" She said putting emphasis on the word my.

"Plus if Flynn's gonna DJ I just don't know if I'd make it through the night"

I put an arm in front of Flynn to hold her back before turning back to the two girls.

"Well take a flyer anyways just in case" I grinned taking one from the stack in my binder.

"Thanks" Kayla said taking the flyer out of my hands.

"I hope to see you there" I sent the two another fake smile before walking away with Flynn to our next class.

"How do you talk to her without going off on her?"

"Well for starters it takes a lot of patience. They don't say fake it til you make it for nothing" I giggled along with Flynn as she looped her arm around my own.

I strutted down the hall walking towards music room where I knew Flynn and Julie would be at this time excited to give them the news.

Suddenly I felt someone grab my arm and spin me around to face them.

“Oh Nick" I said looking up at the boy in front of me. A blush creeping onto my face as I noticed the intense look he was sending me.

"What's up?" I questioned cautiously.

"We're friends right?"

"Yeah of course why?"

"I need a favor"

"A favor? A favor like what?" I asked watching his gaze flicker to our right. I turned to see Carrie and the rest of dirty candy walking towards us.

Before I could process what came next my body collided with the cold metal lockers behind me as Nick pushed his lips onto mine.

I slowly melted into the kiss wrapping my arms around his neck pulling him closer. But he didn't seem to mind.

"Nick" Carries voice interrupted what had soon become a make out session. The boy in front of me pulled away first keeping his hands firmly on my waist.

"Oh Carrie. What do you want?"

"We need to talk"

"I'm a little busy here" He said tilting his head towards me.

"Well become unbusy"

"I would but we have nothing to talk about. I told you yesterday we're over and that's it"

"We're not over until I say we're over"

"I'd say your pretty over"

"Oh shut it y/n. I know this is fake because Nick would never like a girl like you. I mean look at yourself. Pathetic" She talked with anger evident in her voice.

"Don't talk to her like that" Nick spoke turning to stand in front of me.

“Nick it's fine. She's right"

"No she's not. I'd rather be with someone who's kind, gentle, and doesn't have the personality of a mountain lion" Nick said glaring at Carrie who stood there with a smirk.

"You'll be back Nicky. See you Friday at the dance" She said walking away her posse hot on her tail.

"Thanks for sticking up for me Nick. You didn't have to. And sorry if I wasn't believable enough"

"You were great. Amazing! And I'll always stick up for you. You know that" He said smiling down at me.

"I know. I'd just prefer it if every time we met you didn't push me against the lockers. They’re cold and made out of metal you know?" I joked making him chuckle.

"Yeah sorry about that. And I'm sorry for dragging you into this. It's just Carrie won't leave me alone"

"I kinda figured when you shoved your tongue down my throat" I giggled watching a cute grin form on his face.

"Yeah yeah. I didn't hear you complaining"

"Well I mean you're not the worst kisser" I said biting my lip watching him get flustered.

"I can do better than that. I was just under pressure"

"Then I guess you'll have to prove it to me later" I spoke confidently before turning around walking in the direction I was heading.

"Hey! Wait!" He called out after me. "Yeah?" I questioned turning around.

"Are you going to the dance?" He asked shoving his hands in his pocket

"Yeah I have to. I kinda helped planned it" I called back smiling at him.

"So I'll see you there"

"See you there" I spoke turning back around reaching the end of the hall.

I pushed open the doors to the band room open only to hear a loud thud.

"Flynn?" I questioned seeing the girl on the ground.

"Are you okay?" I asked helping her up

"She's fine" Someone else in the room spoke.

"Oh hey Julie" I grinned at the girl who sat at the piano.

"Hey y/n"

"So are you gonna explain to me why you were on the floor?"

"Sure just as soon as you explain to me why Nick had you pushed up against the lockers" My face fell in embarrassment as I looked at Julie in panic.

"Julie it's not-"

"It's okay y/n. I'm over him. I kinda moved onto someone else"

"Really?"

"Really. You have my blessing" She confirmed with a grin.

"Thanks. Now that that's over. You were spying on me weren't you?" I questioned turning to Flynn.

"Whaaat no. I would never"

"She was spying" Julie confirmed for me once more.

"Thought so. I'll explain everything later I came to find you guys cause I have great news" I grinned pulling out a flyer from my backpack.

"Performing at Thursday nights dance is Julie and her hologram band" I smiled showing Flynn the paper.

"Wait what?" Julie asked with a surprised look on her face.

"I haven't told her"

"You haven't told her?" I asked with an exasperated look knowing this was gonna be a long evening.

It was Thursday night and I was running around making sure everything was going according to plan.

“Hey how’s she doing?” I asked Flynn nervously biting my lip.

“Not good. Her band she can’t get a hold of them......literally” Flynn explained making me nod my head.

“It’s just it’s 11:20 already”

“I know but this means a lot to her”

“I understand. Just keep stalling with your amazing dj skills” I smiled giving the girl a thumbs up.

“Thanks y/n. You’ve been running around all night why don’t you take a break?”

“I can’t even if I wanted to”

“Come on! Look Nicks been staring at you all night. If you pull him on the dance floor I’ll play something smooth. Something slow” She smirked at me bumping my shoulder.

“No you will not” I warned the girl. Looking over to the blonde boy who was evidently looking our way. Looking at me. He sent me a smile to which I smiled back at.

“Try me” She said making me playfully roll my eyes.

“I’ve gotta go” I spoke watching Daisy at the punch table wave me over.

“Duty calls” Flynn said before I walked away.

“What’s wrong?” I asked the brunette reaching the table on the far end of the gym.

“I’ve gotta go to the bathroom can you serve punch for like 5 minutes”

“Sure” I smiled moving behind the table taking the apron out of her hands. I threw it over my neck attempting to tie it from the back.

“I’ve got it” Someone spoke from behind me taking the strings away and tying them in a perfect knot.

“Nick. Thank you” I simpered at the boy who moved around the table to stand in front of me.

“No problem. I’m glad I finally got you alone. You look great by the way”

“I know this apron is pretty great huh?” I toyed with the boy.

“You can make anything look good”

“I try. Punch?” I asked holding up a plastic cup.

“Please” I quickly served him a cup handing it over to him.

“Thanks. You did amazing with this whole dance”

���Yeah well Dina wanted it to be perfect since it’s our first dance of the year”

“Dina did not disappoint. Neither did you of course. Promise you’ll save me a dance” He asked my cheeks heating up.

Abruptly I felt a tap on my shoulder to see Daisy was back. I handed her back the apron before moving around the table where Nick was.

“Or we could dance now?” I suggested watching him put his cup down.

“Sounds good m’lady” He spoke sticking his hand out for me. I giggled taking it and letting him sweep me towards the dance floor.

I laughed along with him as he began to dance goofily to the music purposely.

“You have an amazing laugh”

“Nick if you don’t stop complimenting me it’s gonna look like I put on 10 pounds of blush by the end of the night”

“Well you don’t need makeup you know”

“That’s what all guys say until they see what you really look like”

“Well you’ve always been naturally beautiful. Even in 8th grade when you wore no makeup at all”

“Don’t remind me I looked terrible”

“Not to me you didn’t” He said looking into my eyes. For a split moment the world around us stopped moving and it felt like we were the only ones in the room.

At least until I felt someone bump into me pushing me forward into the boy.

“I’m so sorry” I said realizing his hands had caught my body.

“It’s cool are you okay?” He asked.

“Yeah y/n are you okay?” A familiar voice asked from behind me.

I turned around to come face to face with Carrie who stood there with a devilish look in her eye.

“I’m fine”

“Oh how unfortunate. You know I didn’t see you as the dancing type. You’ve always had two left feet”

“Leave her alone Carrie” Nick spoke attempting to move forward. I put my arm up to hold him back.

“No Nick it’s ok she’s not worth my time or yours”

“Whatever. This dance is lame anyways”

“Then maybe go home”

“I will. Nick care to join me?” She smirked dangling her plastic cup in her hands.

“No I’m having a good time here” Nick spoke intertwining his hand with mine. I looked down slightly smiling at the gesture.

“Wow. Fine have fun.......with her” Carrie said moving to pass by me.

I suddenly gasped feeling a cold sensation hit my body.

“Oops sorry” The witch spoke before walking away.

“What’s her problem?” I asked ready to go after her only to be held back.

“Hey, you said it yourself. She’s not worth our time” Nick whispered holding me by my shoulders.

“Your right. I don’t even think it’s worth trying to clean this up” I said pointing out the red stain on the side of my dress.

“Here. It isn’t exactly cute but it’ll help cover up the stain” He said putting his jean jacket over my shoulders.

“It’s perfect. Thanks Nick. For everything”

“This is one of the last few songs of the night. Dedicated to a very special friend of mine so grab your partners close and tell HIM or her how you feel” Flynn’s voice rang through the gym speakers.

A slow song beginning to play throughout the gym. Couples beginning to form on the dance floor.

I looked up at the girl on the stage to see her send me a quick wink. Playfully rolling my eyes I looked back at the boy in front of me, his hand lingering in the air.

“Can I have this dance?”

“Of course” I grinned taking it. Allowing him to pull me close.

We swayed side to side along to music with smiles plastered on our faces.

“You know I never thought I’d finally get here”

“Finally?” I asked pulling away looking up at him.

“Guess it’s now or never huh? Okay. Y/n I’ve had a crush on you for the longest time. So long Carrie started to notice. After she found out I rammed you into the lockers the other day she went crazy”

“Really? She was that jealous”

“Insanely. But after I talked to you that day I realized this crush wasn’t going anywhere”

“You know I’m really glad to hear you say that Nick cause I feel the same way”

“That’s good. Because I can finally prove you so wrong” He smirked leaning down and pulling me into a passionate kiss. The first (technically second) one of the many that were yet to come.

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Up next: Jeremy Shada x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader (Smut)

Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

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[jaskiers-sweetkiss]

Sunset Swerve - Part 5

Pairing: Luke x OC

Word Count: 4.9k

Warnings: swearing, partial nudity (the mooning scene in episode 4)

A/N: With this chapter we are all the way through with episode 4 and partially into episode 5! This is a longer one again but I really wanted to end this chapter where I did so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Also, on an entirely unrelated note: Happy Ace/Aro Awareness Week! As always, please let me know what you think and send me a message if you’d like to be added to the taglist!

Part 4  Masterlist

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“I got the music mm mm mm,” Julie hummed, dancing slightly to the music pumping through her headphones as she made her way to her locker.

Jordan grinned, following behind her. She’d been bored that morning and she and Luke had gotten in another meaningless spat so she had decided to find Julie at school. She probably should’ve made her presence known earlier but Julie had been in such a zone that she didn’t want to interrupt; she really did have the music.

She didn’t say anything until Flynn arrived.

“It’s nice to see you back to your weirdo self,” the black girl said sincerely and Julie laughed.

“Thanks?” Julie laughed and Flynn grinned.

“How’s the band? Still hot? Still talented?” Flynn asked before leaning in closer and whispering, “Still dead?”

“Good, yes, yes, and rude!” Jordan answered, gasping dramatically at the last one and Julie jumped in surprise, whirling around to face the dark-haired ghost who was leaning against the neighboring locker.

“What are you doing here?” She hissed and Flynn’s eyes widened.

“Wait are they here?!” Flynn gasped, sounding slightly embarrassed by her previous statement.

“Ohh, right, it looks like you’re talking to no one, sorry.” Jordan apologized, moving to stand between Julie and Flynn, forming a sort of half-circle around the open locker.

“It’s just Jordan,” Julie explained to her friend and she nodded.

“Hey Jordan!” She waved at the now empty space that the ghost had been in and Julie and Jordan laughed.

“She’s over here,” Julie explained, pointing to what appeared to be empty air between them. “Anyway, the band are amazing. Luke, Jordan, and I spent the whole weekend writing songs.”

“Hell yeah we did!” Jordan cheered.

“Do you wanna hear them?” Julie asked, laughing at her ghostly friend.

“Duh!” Flynn gasped excitedly and the girls exchanged grins.

Jordan followed them through the halls to the band room, trying to get used to the layout of the school. When they arrived the room was empty and Julie made a beeline for the piano bench, Flynn leaning on the opposite side. Jordan opted to sit on the piano, something she hadn’t been allowed to do when alive because of the fragility of the instrument, however, as a ghost she was made of air and therefore weighed nothing.

“Ooh, please play Great!” Jordan begged, settling herself in a cross-legged position as Julie lifted the piano cover.

Julie laughed but complied, “Okay, so here’s a bit of the chorus of the first song we wrote,” She told Flynn before beginning the piano part.

“Cause we’re standing on the edge of great,” she belted and Jordan jumped in with some back-up vocals.

“On the edge of great” Flynn jumped in surprise when Jordan materialized on the piano in front of her. Jordan grinned and sent a wink to the girl before continuing to belt alongside Julie.

“Great,”

“On the edge of great,”

“Great,”

“On the edge of great,”

“Cause we’re standing on the edge of great,” they harmonized the last line together.

“Wow! I like it!” Flynn complimented and Jordan beamed. “Definite Gaga vibes.”

“Thanks!” Julie smiled and Jordan frowned, confused.

She leaned back on the piano to whisper to Julie, “What’s ‘Gaga’?”

Julie laughed. “She’s a famous singer.”

“You don’t know who Gaga is?” Flynn gasped and Jordan shrugged.

“I died in ’95, dude.”

“We’ll educate you.” She stated and Julie laughed but nodded.

“I think we have an anthem with this next one, it was something my mom and I were working on.”  Flynn gave her a sympathetic smile. “Luke and I finished it. Check it out.”

“And it’s one, two, three, four times that I tried for one more night, light a fire in my eyes,” Julie sang and Jordan came in on the harmonies in the last line, “I’m going out of my mind.”

“That’s… That’s beautiful,” Flynn said sincerely and Jordan nodded in agreement before vanishing once more as the performance was over. “And my girl’s got a crush and his name is Luke.”

Jordan just about did a spit take without any water at the revelation.

“What! No!” Julie protested, staring eyes-wide at Jordan as if trying to convince her. “Luke’s a ghost.”

“A cute ghost.” Jordan snapped her fingers and pointed at Flynn for the point.

“With a perfect smile,” Julie admitted and Jordan snorted.

“Ha! I knew it!” Flynn cheered. “Just remember he’s made of air.”

“Cute air,” Julie shrugged.

“Just… don’t get hurt,” Flynn warned and Jordan’s heart warmed at the girls’ friendship.

Julie nodded to reassure her before turning to Jordan, with a look of concern. “Is that okay?”

“What? That you have a crush on Luke?” Jordan repeated, brow furrowed and eyes narrowed in confusion. “Just because I hate him doesn’t mean everyone has too!”

“I’m serious Jordan,” Julie insisted and Jordan frowned, “There’s a thin line between love and hate.”

“And it is a line I am careful not to cross it.” Jordan was firm and Julie shrugged, dropping it.

She shook her head amusedly at the girl before turning back to Flynn and filling her in.

“Anyway, it’s obvious you guys have a connection,” Flynn spoke. “Everybody’s been wondering when you’re playing again.”

“Play again? We don’t even have anything planned. We’ve just been focused on writing songs!” Julie protested but Flynn grinned conspiratorially.

“Luckily, your new market team has your back,” she smirked and Jordan’s jaw dropped as she connected the dots.

“Flynn, you didn’t!” She gasped, however, Julie was still confused.

“We don’t have a marketing team.”

“You do now,” Flynn grinned, pulling a flyer out of her backpack and handing it across the piano to Julie.

Jordan scooted over the top of the piano to get a look at the flyer, having to lean over and read it upside down.

“Julie and her Hologram Band?” Julie read aloud and Jordan grinned.

“Cute,” she muttered.

“You’re playing the school dance tonight!”

“Our first real gig! Flynn you’re a goddess!” Jordan squealed, jumping up to go squeeze the girl, her excitement waning only slightly when her arms just went right through the living girl. “I gotta go tell the guys!”

___

“We have our first gig!” She shouted when she materialized in the garage.

“We have a gig?” Reggie gasped, jumping up from his chair excitedly.

“Yes!!” Jordan yelled and before she knew it they were both yelling, holding hands, and jumping up and down in the middle of the garage.

“What the hell are you guys doing?” Luke asked tiredly, interrupting them as he stepped through the garage door.

“We have a gig!” Reggie told him, the pair having stopped jumping to face the other ghost.

“We have a gig?” Luke’s jaw dropped.

“Yes!!” Jordan and Reggie answered in unison, the two ghosts nearly buzzing in excitement.

“We have a gig!” He shouted, finally getting on their level of excitement, and Reggie and Jordan echoed his words in their own shouts.

All of a sudden the three were bouncing around and screaming again, Jordan having jumped up onto the coffee table to scream the news to the sky.

“We need to practice!” She gasped, and the shouting stopped. Reggie pointed at her to affirm her statement and nodded.

“Let’s get to it. There are some Sunset Curve songs we can play,” Luke said, sliding on his guitar and immediately getting to business.

“I can pick up the missing rhythm guitar part,” Jordan offered, and Luke tossed her his music journal.

“First earmarked page,” he instructed and she nodded, flipping it open and looking it over.

___

“A school dance!” Luke repeated in shock before turning to Jordan, “You didn’t tell us it was a school dance.”

“Oh get off your high horse, Mr. We Play Bookclubs,” Jordan rolled her eyes and Julie nodded.

“Jordan’s right,” Julie agreed and the ghost in question smirked triumphantly. “This’ll be a good opportunity to build a following.”

“Yeah, we need to play whenever we can, wherever we can,” Reggie added.

“You guys are right,” Luke nodded. “Let’s rock those kids’ faces off, then play the clubs.”

“And then record a single that gets a billion streams,” Julie continued.

“I don’t know what that means but hopefully it gets us a manager and a tour.”

“And then we release a bunch of hit albums.”

“Put out a country album that does surprisingly well,” Reggie chimed in and the others turned to look at him funny. “What? I shred on the banjo.”

“Ooh! I play the fiddle!” Jordan gasped excitedly and Reggie grinned at her.

“And before you know it, we’re being inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame!” Luke brushed past, sending them a judgmental look.

“Ooh! But one of us isn’t there,” Reggie said, “Because we had a blowout in 2032! My money’s on Jordan, just cause… y’know.” He shrugged awkwardly.

“Nah, that’s valid,” Jordan brushed him off with a shrug of her own.

“So what’re we waiting for?” Luke asked, filling the silence that had fallen upon them after Reggie’s comment. “Let’s get to work!”

“Uh, where’s Alex?” Julie asked, pointing out the blond ghost’s absence.

“Oh, he’s with his ghost friend,” Reggie answered and Jordan wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“Alright, well, I guess we can get started without him?” Julie said, unsure but the ghosts all grabbed their instruments.

The three ghosts gathered around Julie’s keyboard, Luke counting them off into the first song. Even without their drummer, it was a productive practice, Stand Tall and Great were really starting to shape up. They’d been running through the former when Alex walked through the door.

“Hey Alex!” Jordan greeted and Reggie waved.

“Where you been man?” Luke asked, skipping the greeting altogether. “We need to start practicing!”

“For what?”

As if she had heard Alex’s question, though they all knew that was impossible, Flynn walked in.

“Dance news!” She exclaimed, “I don’t have a date. But, I don’t care because I’m so psyched to see you perform!”

“Aw, we’re playing a school dance?” Alex whined.

“What do you guys have against school dances?” Jordan asked, equal parts exasperated and curious. “Is it cause you’re all dropouts or…?”

Luke glared at her before explaining to Alex, “Dances are how we get a following nowadays.”

“Yeah, c’mon Alex, get with the program,” Julie teased and Flynn lit up.

“The guys are here?” Flynn asked, eyes wide.

“And Jordan!” Reggie added, pouting on her behalf.

“It’s 2020, ‘guys’ is a non-gendered term now,” Jordan informed and Reggie nodded, his mouth going to an ‘O’ shape and Alex nodded affirmatively.

“Aw, Jordan, you’re one of the guys now,” Luke said sarcastically, insincerity dripping from his tone, and Jordan stuck her tongue out at him. “Anyway, now that Alex has graced us with his presence, can we start working?”

Apparently, they couldn’t start working. In addition to the previous distractions, Julie’s little brother walked in to make an attempt on their lives. The boy threw salt around the room, claiming it burnt the souls of ghosts. Luckily he was a hack or they might’ve lost Alex. With Flynn gone to distract Carlos in the house, Jordan thought they might actually get to rehearse for their first official gig.

“Alright, let’s get back to it,” Julie said and Jordan nodded, moving back to her spot in the setup but Luke stalled them again.

“Yeah but remind me later, we have some Sunset Curve songs we want to show you.”

“Ooh, show me now!” Julie insisted and Luke grinned at the attention and interest.

Oh, that crush is gonna go right to his head, Jordan thought to herself with a sigh.

“‘Home is Where My Horse Is,’” Luke read as he pulled a piece of music out of his song notebook, “Reggie, I told you to stop putting your country songs in my journal.”

“Hey, that was a gift!” Reggie protested.

“Yes, it was,” Jordan affirmed, snatching the song out of Luke’s hand and examining it herself, “Ooh, we are gonna work on this, buddy.”

Reggie brightened and Luke rolled his eyes, handing the journal to Julie with instructions to check out the dog eared pages.

“Who’s Emily?” She asked as she flipped through the pages.

The ghost band froze while Luke lunged for the notebook. “That one’s not dog-eared!”

“‘If you could only know, I’d never let you go,’” she read teasingly completely misreading the song and the situation, “I didn’t know you were such a romantic, Luke.”

“He’s not,” Alex piped up, and Jordan felt simultaneously more and less stiff. “That one’s about-“

“No one.” Luke cut him off harshly and the whole subject was dropped immediately but the thick tension still remained. “If you go to the next page, I got a tune with a killer beat.”

He stepped away from the keyboard and picked his guitar back up and started playing the main riff.

“So you wanna sample.” Julie shrugged.

“Sample?” Luke asked, and the group gathered around the keyboard again.

“Yeah, sample someone else’s music,” Julie explained. “My mom and I used to sing that song at the top of our lungs in the car, it’s a classic Trevor Wilson song.”

“Uh, no,” Luke said. “It’s a classic our song.”

“Nuh-uh, I don’t mix up songs,” Julie insisted, pulling up her laptop. “I used to be best friends with his daughter, I know his music. Here, look, his first album had a bunch of hits but his more recent stuff isn’t as good.”

Julie turned her computer around and the ghosts froze, all of them recognizing the photo covering half the screen.

“Isn’t that…” Jordan whispered and the guys nodded.

“That’s Bobby,” Luke confirmed and Julie huffed.

“I just told you his name is Trevor Wilson.”

“Yeah, that’s great, then he changed it, okay?” Alex said, bouncing on the balls of his feet lightly as his anxiety kicked up. “Cause that’s Bobby, he was our rhythm guitarist.”

“Trevor Wilson was in your band?” Julie said skeptically but she was ignored by the guys who were still obsessing over their old bandmate.

“He looks like a substitute teacher,” Alex spat and Jordan couldn’t help the laugh she let out.

The guys all turned to glare at her for making light of this situation and she apologized quickly, looking down at her shoes.

“What’re his hits?” Luke finally asked quietly and Julie began to list them off, each one a Sunset Curve song.

Luke made his way to the back of the garage, throwing darts aggressively at the dartboard hanging on the wall. Jordan looked between the boys nervously as they coped with this news.

“Wait, this is… this is freaking me out,” Julie spoke, having a crisis of her own. “Trevor’s songs are kinda big to me. He introduced me to rock.”

“Yeah, Luke introduced you to rock,” Jordan sighed.

“Back when Carrie and I were friends, the three of us used to talk about music all the time,” Julie spoke, readdressing the guys, “He never mentioned you guys.”

“And that’s unbelievable!” Luke protested and everyone nodded. “I mean, he takes all the credit and he doesn’t even mention us?”

“Well, he was always kind of a self-righteous asshole,” Jordan pointed out.

“He’s rich too,” Julie informed them sadly, pulling up another set of pictures on her laptop. “He even has a helicopter with his face on it.”

The ghosts all gravitated back to the computer perched on the keyboard to see the photo. It was really an outrageous use of money, Jordan thought, to put your face on a helicopter. It was disgusting, it didn’t even look good.

“Where does he live?” Luke asked, bouncing slightly due to the magnitude of his anger.

“Above the beach in Malibu,” Julie shared defeatedly and the three boys shared a look before vanishing.

“Can you look up any of my songs?” Jordan asked quietly, wondering what had happened to her own legacy.

The ghost rattled them off, none of them showing up in the search and she breathed out a sigh of relief, though she also was a little upset. She was grateful that none of her previous bandmates had betrayed her posthumously like Bobby had, but she could help but be sad that Apollo 81 didn’t go on to fame without her. Instead, it appeared that the band broke up completely after her death.

“Alright, well, at least there’s that,” she muttered softly before poofing out herself.

____

“Moss, why are you here?” Luke spat when she appeared and she rolled her eyes.

“I’ve grown soft in death,” she sighed dramatically, leaning against the glass banister. “You all seem to have forgotten that I didn’t just hate your band out of principle. That asshole,” she jerked her thumb towards the top of the stairs where ‘Trevor’ had just disappeared, “Was always a condescending dick to me. And besides, I thought bandmates had each other’s backs, right?”

Luke narrowed his eyes but Alex and Reggie mustered up genuine smiles for the girl.

“Right,” Luke needed, “Welcome aboard, Moss. Now let’s go haunt his stealing ass.”

Jordan and Reggie whooped as they followed Luke up the stairs.

“Wait!” Alex called and they all stopped to peer at him, “It’s just my first time haunting someone, I wanna make it special.”

They all gave him various looks of shock and disbelief, each clearly portraying how weird of a statement that was.

“Yeah, I hear it,” Alex sighed, answering their unspoken questions. “Okay…”

They found Bobby in probably one of the most rich-white-guy rooms Jordan had ever seen. He was meditating, just like he had told Carrie he would be but the practice and the room reeked of Hollywood’s insincere obsession with Eastern cultures. This was going to be way too much fun, Jordan thought before the ‘haunting” began. They caused all kinds of chaos: blowing out candles, starting the CD player and the shower, and topping it all off with Reggie writing “Hello Bobby” in the fog on the bathroom mirror and Alex trapping him in the room. They followed the grown man as he ran down the stairs and into his helicopter.

“Quick! Let’s moon him before he gets away!” Reggie suggested as the watched the chopper take off from the pool deck.

Jordan rolled her eyes while Luke grinned, both boys already reaching for their belt buckles.

“He can’t see us,” Alex protested and Luke laughed.

“Oh, it’s not for him bro,” he explained and Alex shrugged. “C’mon Moss, drop trou.”

“Oh, absolutely not.” She said, crossing her arms.

“What happened to bandmates having each other’s backs?” He dared, throwing her words back at her.

She narrowed her eyes but reached for the button of her pants, never one to back down from a challenge, especially not one from Luke Patterson. They all laughed as they wiggled their bare asses at the helicopter but the moment ended quickly as Julie stalked outside towards them.  

“So, did you guys have fun in there?” Julie asked rhetorically, crossing her arms angrily as the ghosts pulled their pants back into place.

“Okay, you would’ve done the exact same thing if he stole all your songs,” Luke protested, matching her outrage.

“But you have new songs, with me, and with Jordan,” Julie argued. “The best way to get back at him is for this band to do great. And for this band to do great we need to play dances, then clubs,”

“And then tours, I know,” Luke finished apologetically.

“I’ll see you guys at the school,” Julie sighed, “We go on at nine. Please don’t be late, there’s gonna be a lot of people there.”

“We got it, alright? Don’t worry,” Alex reassured and Julie nodded, heading back inside the house.

“I don’t care what Julie says, I’m glad we scared Bobby,” Reggie spoke up after a moment. “In fact, I wish we had done more. Maybe written ‘thief’ across his forehead!”

“And Alex, how did you shut the door?” Luke asked, amazed. “Yesterday you could barely open the garage door!”

“Learned that from your new friend Willie, didn’t you?” Reggie theorized and he and Jordan shared a knowing look.

“Yeah, he taught me some things and we screamed in a museum,” Alex shared gleefully, though a little shy, and Jordan awed at how cute it was. “…Long story,” he covered, not wanting to explain it.

“You think he has any other tricks up his sleeve?” Luke asked.

“Only one way to find out,” he shrugged.

When they reappeared they were in a park by the beach, not far from where two skateboarders were being ticketed.

“Hey, what’s up man!” Willie called as he boarded over, “You brought friends.”

“Yeah, these are my bandmates, Luke, Reggie, and Jordan,” Alex introduced and Willie alternated between bumping fists and forearms with the other ghosts.

“Cool, I’m Wille,” The long-haired ghost introduced himself, “So, did you guys come to learn some tricks?”

With a small flick of his wrist Willie set off the sirens on the cop vehicles, and the skaters scattered as the officers panicked. Just as easy as he turned them on, Willie turned them back off and they watched as the cops huffed, realizing the skaters were long gone.

“Do it again! Do it again!” Reggie cheered, slapping Jordan’s arm excitedly.

“Actually, we were thinking something a little bigger,” Luke said, sliding slightly in front of Reggie. “An old bandmate stole our songs and we wanna confront him.”

“Ah. Is this old bandmate of yours a lifer?” Willie asked and the other ghosts gave him a confused look at the terminology.

“Oh! ‘Lifer’ is fancy ghost slang for the living,” Alex chimed in and realization dawned on his bandmates’ faces and Reggie let out a quiet ‘ohhh.’

“Then yeah, he’s a lifer,” Reggie said, adding extra emphasis to the new term.

Willie’s face fell at the information.

“I’m sorry guys, even I don’t have the ability to make ghosts visible.”

The guys’ faces fell and Luke shoved his hands in his pockets, turning away from the group.

Jordan sighed defeatedly, “So much for that.”

“There is a ghost who might be able to help,” Wille finally said, obviously uncomfortable with their sadness. “I’ll take you to him. Meet me where Alex and I met at eight o’clock.”

The guys all nodded and Jordan smiled thankfully. Though she didn’t have an uncontrollable need to get revenge on Bobby, she couldn’t handle the guys’ moping over it.  

Willie poofed away not long after and the rest of the ghosts returned to the garage.

“We’ll only have an hour,” Jordan warned as they got ready for the night. “Remember, Julie said we go on at nine.”

She was currently sitting on the floor in front of the couch braiding her hair into a half-up style while the guys lounged around the garage, already changed into their outfits for the performance.

“It shouldn’t be a problem,” Luke said, leaning over to grab the eyeliner she had left on the coffee table. “If we even make it on time.”

She had managed to find some of her own belongings in the loft including some makeup, however, it had long since expired so Julie lent her some of her own. They figured it would be safe to share the products as it’s hard to get diseases from someone made of air and vice versa.

Jordan rolled her eyes at the comment, tying a small elastic around the second braid. “There. Finished and it’s only seven-thirty.”

“It only took you an hour,” Luke scoffed and Jordan rolled her eyes.

The hour had been spent picking out an outfit (she had opted to stick with her usual look of a cropped shirt, mom jeans, converse, and a flannel tied around her waist), borrowing makeup from Julie, applying said makeup, and then doing her hair. It was an hour reasonably spent, she thought, especially with the constant distractions from the ghost boys.

“I haven’t done makeup in twenty-five years,” Jordan shot back, “Excuse me if I’m a little rusty.”

She was. It had taken her several attempts to get the winged eyeliner down when she used to be able to get them reasonably symmetrical in one go while alive. She’d nearly thrown the pen across the room in her frustrations but remembered it was Julie’s so she couldn’t lose it.

“Whatever,” Luke said, sitting up from his position lounging across the couch and swinging his legs over to rest next to where Jordan was sitting. “So what’re we doing for the next half hour?”

Jordan made a show of picking up her book, waving it at the boy slightly to answer his question before opening it to pick up where she’d last left off. Luke groaned, reaching over to grab the book from her hands.

“Nuh-uh. Not cool, Patterson. Give it back.” Jordan scolded, reaching out for the book.

“Why can’t you do something more interesting,” While Luke was busy whining Jordan grabbed her book back from his hands.  

“Reading is interesting, though I know you wouldn’t know since you can’t read.”

“I can read!”

“Oh, my bad,” She feigned an apology, “I’ve just never seen you do it.”

“I read music all the time!”

Jordan just blinked at him for a moment.

“Yes, obviously, Luke.” She rolled her eyes. “I’m aware that you can read. Now can you let me read, please?”

Luke grumbled something under his breath that Jordan couldn’t be bothered to try to decipher before falling silent. Jordan smirked slightly at her victory and began reading but after a few minutes, she felt the couch shift behind her and could suddenly feel the ghost boy breathing on her neck.

“Do you mind?” She asked, turning to glare at him but nearly smashing their heads together, not realizing how close he was.

“Nope,” he said cheekily, popping the ‘p’ sound and continuing to read over her shoulder, “Who’s Annabeth?”

“Oh for Christ’s sake,” Jordan muttered exasperatedly.

“She seems kind of stuck-up.”

“Patterson I swear if you don’t give me some space I will find a way to kill you again and it will be painful.”

“I’m just trying to read your book,” he pouted. “It seems interesting.”

“You can have it when I’m done,” she compromised. “You’re missing the whole beginning anyway.”

This seemed to be a good enough answer for the boy as he nodded before poofing to where Reggie and Alex were hanging out in the back of the garage. They stayed like that for the last half hour, no major spats between Luke and Jordan which was quite impressive given their track record, and Jordan was able to get through a couple chapters of her book. With the ability to get lost in her book, it felt like hardly any time had passed before they were all gathering around Alex to go meet Willie.

They didn’t stay on the Walk of Fame for long, Willie almost immediately teleporting them to the interior of one of the classiest looking buildings Jordan had ever seen. Multiple chandeliers hung from the ballroom ceiling and it seemed like nearly everything was lined with gold.

“I gotta go make sure everything’s cool, but I’ll be right back,” Willie said, heading down one of the hallways and leaving the four ghosts to look around.

“The Hollywood Ghost Club,” Jordan read a nearby plaque out loud.

“This place is creepy,” Reggie said, scrunching up his nose.

“Well, so are we,” Alex chimed in and they all leaned over the balcony railing, overlooking the ballroom.

It was packed with well-dressed people, all of them older than the teenage ghosts. Jordan looked down at her own outfit, fiddling with the sleeve of her green flannel.

“I think we’re a little overdressed,” Luke smirked, nudging Jordan with his elbow and she rolled her eyes but she felt comforted by his words.

Just then Willie reappeared, leading them down the grand staircase and into the ballroom with a dramatic flourish of his hand.

“Just so you know, we only have until nine. We’ve got a gig with Julie,” Alex explained and Willie nodded.

“No worries,” he reassured.

Willie was just explaining how the people in attendance were all lifers who had paid a lot for a glimpse at the afterlife when a sharply dressed man approached, offering to walk them to their table. They had front row seats for the stage and Jordan could tell they were all excited to see whatever performance would be occurring. Jordan also noticed the large clock hanging over the stage that read 8:30.

“Hey guys, I’m gonna head to the school to help Julie set up,” Jordan said, patting the back of the chair that was meant for her as the rest of the group sat down.

“You haven’t even seen the show,” Willie protested and Jordan smiled apologetically.

“What about confronting Bobby?” Luke asked, face hardened at the thought of the traitorous former bandmate.

“You guys can teach me everything you learn, right?” She said, smiling reassuringly at the boys. “Besides, I don’t want Julie sitting alone before our first gig, she’s probably super nervous.”

The boys nodded thoughtfully at that.

“Right. Don’t forget, we go on at nine.” Jordan said before poofing out.

She reappeared at the school. Julie was sitting backstage with a piece of equipment Jordan didn’t recognize.

“Jordan! You’re here!” Julie exclaimed and the ghost girl grinned. “Where are the guys?”

“I wanted to get here a little early, figured you could use the company,” she answered, trying to reassure the clearly nervous girl.

“They’ll be here though, they’re just wrapping something up with Alex’s ghost friend.”

Part 6

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[tangledstarlight]

hi im back again with another jatp 5+1 thing because i have no self control and work has been real slow lately. this time it started because i was thinking about the plants in the studio garage and who watered them yknow?? and well. now we have this. i’m very sorry.

sidenote: this is apparently turning into a lil series so if anyones got any ideas of reggie or alex hmu cos im drawing a blank

ANYWAY it’s a 5+1 julie centric with a happy ending because Julie Molina can and will save those boys with the power of love. 

also on ao3 

trigger warnings! death mentions (because they’re ghosts (also her mother is yknow. dead)), mild swearing.

one. 

When she was six Julie had made a very detailed presentation - including glitter and coloured print outs, courtesy of Carrie’s printer - on why she should be allowed to get a pet fish. There had been charts and graphs - because she’d seen someone on tv using charts and graphs and getting what they wanted so obviously it was the way to go - and little hands outs in the form of flyers and posters she’d found in the school library. 

She’d stood in front of her parents in the living room, Carrie holding up the bar graph, Flynn supporting the pie chart, and she had made her case. She had promised to feed them, to help clean out the tank and filter. She’d pointed out how having a fish didn’t need walking and that they were quiet and there was never really any mess to clean up. A fish would be the perfect pet. 

A week later on a sunny Saturday morning, the three Molina’s walked into a pet store. Julie had done a lot of thinking in the last week about what kind of fish she wanted. Carrie, Flynn and herself had spent a painstaking afternoon looking through photos on google until they found the perfect fish. 

So she almost didn’t notice the tank in the back corner of the store that looked a little dark and dingy, with two fish swimming aimlessly around the decoration-less tank. There wasn’t anything particularly special or different about these fish, they looked like every other goldfish she’d ever seen. Yellow-gold scales, large eyes, fins that always reminded her of wings, one of them seemed to be turning almost white while the other had little spots of black mixing with the gold. 

Julie tilted her head as she peered into the tank, blowing a stray curl out of her face as she furrowed her brow. She couldn’t say why, but these fish just seemed so very sad to her. 

“They’re sad,” she said out loud, looking over at her parents where they were standing talking to a shop assistant about different types of tanks. “Why are they by themselves?”

“Those two are returns. Kid didn’t want them anymore so they bought them back,” the man said, already sounding bored of the conversation. But the frown on Julie's face deepened as she looked back at the fish. No wonder they were sad. Pulling her lower lip between her teeth, Julie looked around at all the other fish tanks around her, at all the bright happy fish swimming around and made up her mind. 

“Can we get these two please?” She pointed at the tank in front of her, careful not to touch the glass because she didn’t want to scare them. That would be a terrible first introduction. 

“I thought you wanted one of the ones with orange and black splotches?” Her mom said coming to stand next to her, because that’s all she’d been talking about on the drive over. About the fish that she’d wanted. Julie nodded her head quickly and then shook it once, hair flying in front of her face again that her mom gently moved away. 

“I did! But these two are sad and no one wants them which isn’t fair. They didn’t do anything wrong. But I want them. And I’ll look after them and love them and they can be happy! Please momma, these ones?” Julie watched as her parents exchanged a look, eyebrows raising and lips twitching. She didn’t know what any of it meant, but her dad said something about needing a tank big enough for two and forty-five minutes later they were leaving the shop with a tank and two sad looking fish. 

Julie had been so engrossed in looking at her new fish, naming them and telling them all about their new home and how they were going to be able to see the TV so clearly from their spot in the living room that she didn’t hear the shop assistants comment about how they probably only had a few months left to live. 

Two years later as Juile went about her usual Saturday morning routine of breakfast and cartoons and pretending to help her mom with the crossword she paused to say hello to her fish. Empty bowl in her hand and halfway to the kitchen when she looked into the tank and felt her heart drop. 

“Mom! Dad!”

Her parents both came rushing in from the kitchen at her distressed call, finding her staring into the glass tank she had taken hours to decorate with silent tears dripping down her face as the two fish floated listless at the top. 

“Oh sweetie,” her mom said, a hand resting on her chest and as she wrapped her other arm around her daughter's shoulders, pulling her close to her side. 

“They’re dead,” Julie said quietly, because she had done all her research two years ago about fish and how to look after them and what they liked. And how to tell if they were dead. 

“Yeah they are,” her mom gave her a gentle squeeze, turning her away from the tank and leading her to the sofa so they could sit down. “But you gave them the best two years with the way you looked after them. Decorating their home and making sure they got only the best food and keeping them company. They weren’t so sad anymore.” 

And Julie just nods her head, wiping tears away on her sleeves and swallowing when she feels more tears welling in her eyes. 

“Can we bury them?” 

“Of course we can mija. There's that old shoe box in the closet upstairs, why don’t you go get it and we can decorate it for them, huh? Put their names on it, make it look nice,” her dad, perched on the arm of the sofa said, running one hand over her hair as he smiled down at her. 

“Okay.”

They bury the two fish in a cardboard shoe box decorated with glitter and stickers in the back garden, next to a little flower bed near the studio garage and Julie cries again but it’s not so sad. Because she had given her fish the two best years she could and her mom is holding her hand while her dad has her hugged to his side. And maybe death isn’t so sad if they’ve lived a happy long life.

 two. 

The plant sat on her desk staring at her. 

Okay, so maybe it wasn’t staring at her, because it was a plant and, as far as Julie knew, plants couldn’t stare. But if they could this one would be. 

Actually it would probably be glaring at her. Using it’s last dregs of life to make sure it’s murderer knew what they had done and felt guilty about it. 

Julie hadn’t meant to kill the little plant. She’d just… forgotten it was sitting on her windowsill in her bedroom, in direct sight of the sun everyday for the last three months. Without getting watered once. 

She was eleven years old and a plant killer. 

Julie dropped her head into her hands and let out a groan, throwing herself backwards onto her bed so only her feet were dangling off the end. That’s how her mom finds her twenty minutes later. 

“Everything okay in here?” She asked, a laugh in her tone that just makes Julie groan again. 

“No!” She whines, not sitting up but at least moving her hands from in front of her face as her mom comes further into her room and sits on the edge of her bed. 

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” 

“I killed the plant,” Julie mutters, a pout on her lips as her eyebrows are drawn together and she glares at the ceiling. Just how she’d imagined the plant glaring at her. 

“Ah,” is all she gets in response which just makes Julie glare harder at her ceiling, even as she feels tears pooling in her eyes. 

“I’m a plant killer mom. Does that make me a bad person?” 

She can almost feel the shock coming from her mom as she looks down at her, eyes a little wide as the older woman shakes her head. And then her eyes soften and she’s pulling Julie up so they’re sitting side by side on the bed, looking at the plant she has murdered by default. 

“Oh Julie. Did you mean to kill the plant?” She asks and Julie immediately shakes her head, hair flying everywhere and eyes widening in horror at the thought. 

“No! Of course I didn’t! I swear!” 

“Well there you go then. You just made a mistake my love, everyone makes mistakes. Sometimes they can lead things like a plant dying,” her mom gestures in front of them with one hand while the other brushes tears off her cheeks. “Sometimes they can lead to bad things happening to someone else. But it’s what you do in response to your mistake that really matters. You’re not a bad person Julie, I don’t even think you’d know how to be a bad person.” 

Julie sniffed, eyes locked on the plant as she thought over her mom's words and what they meant and what she could do with them. 

“Can we get a new plant? And maybe– maybe keep it in the studio so I’ll remember to water it when I go practice?” She turned her eyes up to her mom and was greeted with a wide smile, eyes crinkling at the corners. 

“That sounds like a great plan!” 

three.

Sometimes you make friends when you’re a little kid and just assume they’re always going to be in your life. Because when you’re a little kid and when you say someone is your best friend, you mean it, whole heartedly and without a single doubt in your mind. 

For as long as Julie can remember it had always been the two of them. 

Julie and Carrie. 

Carrie and Julie. 

Best friends forever.

She knew they had met because their parents knew each other, that they’d always gone to the same schools, the same parks. She knew that when Carrie’s mom had left her dad spent three weeks drinking and shouting and playing music too loud, that Carrie had spent the majority of those three weeks at her house. She knew that whenever she learnt a new song that Carrie would have a dance routine worked out within hours. 

Julie knew that no matter what went right or wrong in her life, Carrie would be there to have her back.

Because they were best friends. 

Nothing had ever really changed in their friendship, not even when they’d met Flynn on the first day of first grade and immediately decided their duo was now a trio. Because they were kids, and when kids declared they were best friends, they meant it. 

At least Julie had meant it. 

Now, curled up under the covers on her bed, tear tracks on her face and a headache forming behind her eyes, she starts to wonder if Carrie had ever meant it. She starts to reevaluate their entire friendship, her entire childhood. There’s very few memories of the last fourteen years of her life that don’t involve Carrie in some way. 

That thought just makes a fresh wave of tears fill her eyes and dampen her pillow. 

The words are still echoing in her head. The tone she had used, the hand on her hip, the tossing of her hair, the look of disgust on her face. Julie had seen it all before, she’d just never seen if directed at her or Flynn. 

“Don’t you get it? We are not friends anymore. I don’t hang out with pathetic losers like you.” 

Around and around in her head the words bounced. Julie doesn’t know what changed from Friday afternoon to Monday morning, doesn’t know what she did or didn’t do, doesn’t know how she’s meant to react other than crying. 

Which is apparently one of the many, many,  things that make her a pathetic loser. 

Along with being childish and unfashionable and boring and not the right type of person for Dirty Candi – a group that Julie had helped her form, encouraged her to start, helped brainstorm a name for and decide on who would wear which colour. A band, that no Julie thought about it, she had never been asked to join. Not once during the whole process did it ever come up. 

Julie had never even seen the distance growing between them. Hadn’t noticed when Carrie decided on who she wanted to be, and who that person was didn’t need someone like Julie around. 

Twenty minutes later, with Julie still hiding under her duvet and some playlist of sad songs playing on youtube, Flynn comes through the door. Dropping her bag next to the bed and joining her under the covers. Julie turns to face her, closing out of the app so they’re left in silence. Flynn’s been crying too, she notes, because Carrie had ended her friendship with both of them. Said mean and hurtful things about both of them. 

“Carrie’s a bitch,” Flynn mutters her eyes on the ceiling but there’s no real heat in her words. They’re both too in shock and sadness right now, Julie realises. Do you have to go through the five stages of grief even if the person you lost hasn’t died? She’s never thought about that before.

“Yeah, she is,” Julie agrees. Because it’s true. Carrie has always been a little bit of a bitch, she’s just never directed it at them. In fact she’d never actually been so outright mean to anyone and in the back of her mind, Julie wonders what happened in the forty eight hours that they didn’t see her. 

They’ll probably never find out the answer to that question. It’s just a fact of life that Julie is going to have to come to terms with, she supposes. Her and Carrie had been best friends once. They weren’t anymore.

Her mom finds them twenty minutes later still tucked under the duvet and concocting plans on how they can possibly egg Carries house without being caught. She leans against the doorframe, her cheek pressing to the wood as she crosses her arms over her chest and smiles at them both. 

“How about I make us some hot chocolate and we come up with a plan that doesn’t involve you two doing anything illegal, huh?” And who are they to say no to hot chocolate when they’re sad?

 four. 

Music had never been about being the best or winning or even competitions to Julie. It had always been about the emotions, the lyrics, the actual music. That’s not to say she didn’t like it when she won though. Because she did. She very much liked it when a group of strangers gathered together and decided she was the best of the bunch. 

So it also hurt when she didn’t win. Even if the loss was deserved. She’d messed up the intro to the song, had forgotten some of the lyrics half way through, had even been a little out of tune at the beginning she knew.

So she knew she wasn’t going to win. But it still sucked. It especially sucked when Carrie strolled past, tossing her hair over her shoulder and glancing in her direction before saying something that made her friends laugh long and loud. Julie felt her face flushing, tucked a stray curl behind her ear before pulling it back free and trying to hide her face behind it. 

It wasn’t that losing in a silly school music competition was really a big deal. It was just one really bad performance that just happened to be a little more important than any of her previous ones. It didn’t count for a grade, it wouldn’t go on her report card or in her file. It was something she’d signed up for for fun. For a laugh. 

She just happened to be the one people were laughing at. Which just, it really sucked. There was no other way to describe it. 

She said as much later when she sat on the sofa and Carlos wandered into the room, a box of cereal tucked under one arm with a handful of the stuff in the other, and asked what was wrong. He stands in silence for a few seconds, stuff the cereal into his mouth before coming to some kind of conclusion and sitting next to her on the sofa, offering her some of his cereal. It’s enough to jerk a surprised laugh out of Julie as she accepts the offer.

“You’re way better than all those people at your school. I should know, I have to listen to you sing all the time,” he says it so matter of factly. And even though he’s nine year old and hasn’t heard anyone else from her school perform (other than Carrie and Flynn, but he dislikes Carrie on principle and knows that Flynn didn’t perform) Julie finds herself believing him for a moment. 

She leans back on the sofa, pulling Carlos down with her with one arm around his shoulders until they’re sprawled together, box of cereal between them. 

“You’re a good brother,” she mutters, tries to make it sound like a rare admittance to the fact, even if Julie often thinks it. 

“In that case will you watch Ben10 with me? There’s new episodes out.” He grins at her, big and toothy because he knows that she doesn’t like the animation of the new Ben10 but that she’s never quite been able to say no to him when he asks. 

So Julie huffs out a sigh, disentangles her arms from around his shoulders to reach for the remote and flips through the channels until she finds the right one then settles back down next to him. 

They share the box of cereal, sheepish smiles on their faces when their mom comes through half an hour later and finds them covered in crumbs and giggling at the screen. She just shakes her head at them, but there’s a fond sort of smile on her lips that Julie knows means she’s more amused then annoyed. 

As they all sit around the dinner table later that evening, Julie arguing with Carlos about how much better the original Ben10 was and her dad nodding along as if he knows what they’re talking about and her mom humming some new song she’s been working on under her breath, she forgets all about losing some silly little music competition.

 five. 

Julie had never really thought about it before – mostly because she’d never had to spend much time in one – but hospitals were strange places. 

They were a bit like airports she decided. Places where time lost all sense of reality. It must have something to do with the lights, she thinks, how they’re never turned off. You could walk into one at two in the afternoon (lights bright) and leave at three in the morning (the lights still bright) without even realising it had been more than an hour. 

The difference was, she supposed, that if you were in an airport you were probably going somewhere nice and fun. You might even get a fun meal and a new book. There’d be people crowded at the windows to wave at planes as they left. An airport was a strange place but it had an underlying feeling of fun and excitement about it. 

Hospitals just screamed dread and worry. And, if she could go her whole life without ever stepping foot in another hospital Julie would. 

She finds herself thinking the same thing about the studio garage as she stands outside it. One door is open and she can see half the piano, papers sitting on the top and the plants she had helped pick out waiting to be watered. 

That’s why she’s stood there, she needs to go in and water the plants. But she just can’t make herself take the next step, the one that will have her crossing the door and being inside. Julie doesn’t think she’s ever been inside the studio without her mom. Or without knowing that her mom would be  joining her inside in a few minutes. 

Julie doesn’t know how long she stands there for, one hand gripping the door handle tightly while the other shakes at her hand, fingers trying to find purchase in the soft material of her black skirt. 

She needs to water the plants, it’s the only thing in her mind.

She needs to water the plants because she had promised her mom she’d water them when they’d gone to the store to pick them out even though they’d split it between them.

She needs to water the plants because it’s been a week and they’ll start to die soon and Julie doesn’t want to be a plant murder again. 

She needs to water the plants because her mom is dead and it's her job now.

Flynn finds her still standing there, staring at the piano and the plants and the quite empty room. Dimly, Julie notices the black dress her friend is wearing, the muted accessories and the concern in her eyes. 

“Hey,” she says. And it’s quiet, careful in a way that Flynn is rarely quiet and careful when she speaks. 

“I need to water the plants.” Is all Julie can say, unable to draw her eyes away from where they are in the garage. 

Because she needs to water the plants but she can’t make herself step foot in the garage because her mom is dead and it’s the funeral in an hour but she needs to water the plants because there’s no one else who knows where the watering can is or which ones need spraying instead but she can’t move because her mom is dead and the studio is quite and the plants are dying and her mom is dead.

“Okay. Okay, how about you tell me what to do and I’ll water them, yeah?” Flynn is holding her hand, the one she’d had gripped painfully tight to the door handle. Julie doesn’t even know when she took it. She’s not sure if she nods or makes some kind of sound, all she knows is that Flynn is squeezing her hand quickly and then she’s in the studio garage and following the instructions Julie forces past her lips. 

When she’s done Flynn helps her close the door, lock it up and leads her back into the house. There’s family and friends already milling about. Offering condolences and deepest regrets and offering empty help. Julie can see her dad and Tia Victoria talking to a large group of people. Can see them keeping it together.

She can see Carlos sitting at the dining room table with an untouched mug of something in front of him and watches as Carrie sits down next to him. Watches as she says something that makes him smile just a little, because Carrie had always been able to make Carlos smile, even when he was mad or upset at them all. They used to joke it was her super power. 

Julie didn’t even know Carrie was coming today. Doesn’t know how she’s meant to feel about it either.

As if sensing them looking Carrie looks up, makes eye contact and gives her a small smile, a tilt of her head. There’s something in her eyes that Julie can’t decipher. Doesn’t have the energy to try to. Flynn squeezes her hand once even as Julie nods back at Carrie. They haven’t been friends in a long time, but they used to be best friends and Carrie had once been like family. 

She supposes it makes sense that Carrie is here. That she is sitting next to Carlos and talking to him quietly. That she can see Mr Wilson talking to her dad. It’s been a long time since either of them were in this house and Julie wishes that they weren’t here because of this. 

Julie supposes she should be good at losing things and people by now. She’s learnt to deal with it via a fish and plants and friends. She’d just never thought the thing she’d be losing would be her mom. That she would have to find a way through all this hurt without her mom by her side. Because she had always been by her side through every other loss. 

She cries quietly, stood in the kitchen with Flynn holding her hand tightly and people passing by them with sad looks on their faces and concern in their eyes. 

She cries quietly as she thinks about how cruel and awful the world is for taking away one of the people she loves most. 

She cries quietly as she wonders how the hell she is supposed to get through it all.

 +one.

They’re not sure when it happens or what's changed or what they did. One day they just wake up and things are different.

Or, not different per say, but more how they used to be BHD – before the hot dogs. Which is what the boys insist on calling their stint as ghosts no matter how many times Julie vetoes it. And she’s vetoed it a lot.

Really, the first sign that something had happened should have been the fact Julie walked in on them piled on top of each other on the sofa in the living room, passed out asleep. They were ghosts. Ghosts weren’t meant to sleep. But she brushes it aside, thinks maybe it's more of a reflex thing. 

It isn’t until three hours later as she hugs Reggie in celebration of a particularly good shot with the basketball outside that Julie notices the thing that’s different. 

She can feel his heart beating in his chest. A steady thumping where there hadn’t been before. 

“Reggie…” she starts, eye wide as she looks from his chest to his face, trying to see if he’s noticed. If he knows that his heart is beating blood around his body. But he just looks at her confused, his eyebrows drawing together and his lips quirking to the side like they do when he thinks he’s in trouble. 

“I swear I didn’t cheat. I’m just that good!” He holds his hands up in defense, but Julie reaches out to grab his left wrist and cradles it in one hand while she presses two fingers along the inside, trying to find his pulse point like she’s seen doctors do (she blinks back the memories of the last time she saw a doctor press their fingers to someones wrist, searching for something that wasn’t there and the small shake of their head) and letting out a small gasp when she finds it. 

“Er what’s going on over here?” Luke asks curiously as he eyes the way Julie is holding Reggies wrist and the growing realisation on Reggie’s face. 

Julie doesn’t answer him, just reaches out to grab hold of Luke’s wrist and proceeds to do the same thing. Fingertips pressing into the soft skin on his wrist, and for the first time Julie sees the light blue tell-tale sign of blood flowing through veins under his skin. 

And then she feels it, the faint pulsating. 

She lets out a choked sob, letting her hand that was holding his wrist steady fly up cover her mouth even as the other stays in place, almost scared that if she moves her fingers the pulse will vanish and with it this strange miracle she thinks they’ve been given. 

“Holy shit,” she hears Luke whispers above her and she looks up to see him with his free hand resting over his heart, eyes widening with each beat they can both feel. 

She doesn’t have any words to say in response. Holy shit seems to be a pretty accurate reaction. Still holding on to Lukes wrist, Julie turns around to see Alex and Reggie each holding the other's wrist like some strange handshake. Unconsciously they all seem to move towards each other, in awkward small steps as no one is prepared to let go of the other until they stand in a loose circle and Julie can press her fingers into Alex’s free wrist and feel his pulse too. 

Three pulses where there hadn't been one before. She lets out a half laugh, half sob.

“Is this real?” Alex asks, his eyes wide with unshed tears, as if he’s holding himself back. And Julie remembers when they all first met and how he’d said he never dealt well with change and how death was a big change and how now. Now they might be going through a bigger one. She lets her fingers slip down from his wrist so she’s holding his hand and squeezes it tightly. 

“I think so.” 

There has never been any answers for their situation. For being ghosts. For being seen by Julie or seen when they play. Definitely no answers for why they could suddenly be touched or seen by others. (Though secretly, in the dark of her room in the dead of night Julie had wondered if it was love that had done it all. Her love for them, her mom's love for her.) 

The last two years had just been them guessing at every turn and getting lucky each time. They had written their own ghostly rule book, and getting a heartbeat again would just have to be the newest chapter. 

“We’ll just have to figure it out, like we’ve figured everything else out,” Julie says, squeezing Alex’s hand and Luke’s wrist and smiling wide at Reggie. A few moments of silence pass between them, the boys still feeling their hearts beating, counting each one before it’s broken by a startled gasp and they all look to Luke.

“Hey! Do you think this means we can eat now?” Luke asks, his eyebrows shooting up at the thought. No doubt already planning what he wants from the kitchen. 

“Only one way to find out man,” Reggie shrugs but his smile is wide and Julie knows not being able to eat has been one of the biggest disappointments of their afterlife for all three of them. 

That’s how her dad and Carlos find them half an hour later, gathered around the island in the kitchen with sandwich ingredients scattered around all available surfaces. And three not-so-ghosts eating their creations as Julie looks on with a wide smile. 

“Um–” is all dad gets out, a hand half up in the air as he points at them with confusion. Her dad has been pretty understanding about the whole ‘my band is made up of three teenage ghosts, oh, and by the way they kinda live in our garage’ thing, but she can’t blame him for being confused by this scene. Ghosts aren’t supposed to be able to eat after all. 

“Woah what did we miss!?” Carlos, ever the enthusiast for all things ghost related, is already running across the kitchen, pulling out the chair next to Julie’s and kneeling next to her, eyes darting between the three older boys as he leans on the contertop to be even closer. “Are they eating? How are they eating?” 

Julie shrugs one shoulder, turning her eyes to Carlos and her dad, who’s moved from the doorway to stand at the end of the island, watching all of them. 

“We’re not sure but–” Julie starts only to be cut off by Reggie who drops his sandwich back to his plate and stretches out his arms, one to her dad and one to Carlos with possibly the widest smile Julie has ever seen on him. 

“Check this out. Go on, feel y’know, with your middle and forefinger. Right there, yeah.” The four of them watch as her dad and Carlos do as instructed, fingers resting over the pulse points on Reggie’s wrists. Her dad finds it first, and Julie can pinpoint the exact moment he must feel the thrumming of a heartbeat because his eyes widen a fraction even as they fill with tears she hadn’t been expecting. 

Which is silly, if she really thinks about it, because the boys have found a way into all their lives and hearts so seamlessly. 

Because Reggie spends time with her dad helping out around the kitchen or while he fiddles with his camera and jokes around with Carlos and talks with him late at night when he’s supposed to be sleeping. 

Because Alex watches all the terrible telenovela’s with him that her and Carlos hate and asks questions about all the movies they’ve missed, and he spends time helping Carlos with his history homework and practices his ball throwing when their dad is busy.

Because Luke listens to him talk about composition and lighting and perspective with real interest and takes his music suggestions seriously and has been teaching Carlos to play guitar when they think no one is around. 

They’ve filled a gap in their family that they hadn’t even realised was there.

It wasn’t like their home was lacking in love and laughter and light, it had just been dimmed down. It was like they’d shut all their curtains after her mom had died, and were making do with a cheap light bulb and rare rays of sunlight that peaked through and lit up their life in tiny bursts.

 But then along came three dead teenagers and without them noticing, without Julie even realising, they’d opened up the curtains again. Let all the light stream back in and never asked for anything in return other than being allowed to stick around.

So maybe this was their reward. 

As her dad and Carlos worked their way through feeling the pulse on each of the boys, pulling them into hugs and sharing in their excitement, Julie let herself smile, tears trailing down her cheeks as she felt her own heartbeat with one hand over her chest.

She didn’t know if this was her mom’s doing or her own or if they’d just accidentally done it themselves with sheer will power. 

All Julie knew was that her boys were here, were breathing and eating, had hearts beating in their chests, and were being given their second chance at life. 

All Julie really knew was that she loved them, had hoped for a way to keep them, had proud every bit of love and hope into each hug they’d ever shared.  

All Julie knew was that she wished she could thank whoever or whatever it was that was answering her pleaded request and allowing her to keep them. 

She doesn’t notice them moving, too busy thinking and sending thanks into the world, but all of a sudden there are three pairs of arms wrapping themselves around her in an uncomfortable and awkward hug. But she doesn’t care. She just grabs onto whoevers arm she can, lets out a small laugh of joy and holds them tight. Never intending on letting them go.

#julie and the phantoms #julie molina #carrie wilson #flynn jatp #luke patterson #alex jatp #reggie jatp #jatp #enjoy!!! sorry the ends a wee bit naff tho i think #rosie vs writing #* #*fics

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Can’t Get You Out Of My Head (Luke Patterson x OC)

Luke Patterson x OC

Description: Los Feliz high school is a school full with extremely talented kids. Most of the students at this school could sing, dance, play an instrument, or all three. Anastasia Madden was of the few students that could do all three. Anastasia was known around the school for being a varsity cheerleader and one of the members of Dirty Candy (Which has honestly never shown her real singing talent). Anastasia never cared about being popular and likable to people it just happened. Anastasia never cared about being popular and likable to people it just happened. When her friend Julie Molina lost her mom and stopped playing music it hurt Anastasia to see her like that. Anastasia, Flynn, and their former friend Carrie tried their best to help Julie. Carrie started to distance herself from them and soon took the spot first chair and in music class.  After Julie fails to play in music class and runs out in fear. Anastasia decides to hang out at the Molina’s household to check up on her. Ray(Julie’s dad) asks them to help out cleaning Julie’s mom’s studio. They find a CD in a box and decides to play it to help them clean. When they play the CD three boys appear in Julie’s studio. What will happen?

Warning: Swearing, mention of dangerous activity

Word count: 1,754

A/N: This does go along with the actual show so please know that. Anastasia is an beautiful WOC with dyed red hair and brown eyes. She is also 5′5. I believe that is all you need to know.

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Los Feliz high school is a school filled with extremely talented kids. Most of the students at this school could sing, dance, play an instrument, or all three. Anastasia Madden was of the few students that could do all three. Anastasia was known around the school for being a varsity cheerleader and one of the members of Dirty Candy (Which has honestly never shown her real singing talent). Anastasia never cared about being popular and likable to people; it just happened. When her friend Julie Molina lost her mom and stopped playing music it hurt Anastasia to see her like that. Anastasia, Flynn, and their former friend Carrie tried their best to help Julie. Carrie started to distance herself from them and soon took the spot first chair and in music class.  After Julie fails to play in music class and runs out in fear. Anastasia decides to hang out at Molina's household to check up on her. Ray(Julie’s dad) asks them to help out cleaning Julie’s mom’s studio. They find a CD in a box and decide to play it to help them clean. When they play the CD three boys appear in Julie’s studio. What will happen? But let’s backtrack to the beginning of today.

As the bell rings to signal the end of class. Anastasia was seen walking down the hallways heading to her locker in her blush pink dress and her letterman jacket. A couple of people would walk up to her while she was walking to her locker to say hi. She would reply to them and smile. As she made it to her locker, a Puerto Rican with brown curly hair, wearing clothes like she didn’t want to be noticed today walked up to the locker next to her. 

“Hey, Julies.” Anastasia greeted as she opened her locker.

“Hey, Ms. Cheerleader,” said Julie, smiling at her.

Anastasia giggles before saying, “you know I don’t like it when you call me that.”

“I know but you are a cheerleader so…”

A girl in colorful clothing walks up to the two girls. “Hey, Underachiever.” As their friend Flynn referred to Julie. “Hey, Overachiever.” referring to Anastasia.

“Hey, disappointment.” Julie and Anastasia replied with smiles on their face.

“Okay, I know you don’t want me to ask you this, but have you figured out what you’re gonna do today?” Flynn questioned. 

“I’ll know in the moment,” Julie answered.

Anastasia frowned. “Girl, come on. We got to know something.” Anastasia looked down knowing that Julie had been through a lot after her mom passed. She had never seen her so down. Anastasia knew how much Julie’s mom meant to Julie. Julie’s mom meant so much to Anastasia her mom taught her how to play the piano and the guitar. She would spend the weekends hanging out at Julie’s house making music together. It was their favorite pastime.

“Really, Julies? That’s all you’re giving me? Ms. Harrison said this is your last chance.” Flynn urged with worry seeping into her tone.

“I know, I was there,” said Julie.

“See you at the rally,” said a distinctive voice the three girls knew too well. A blonde girl wearing a two-piece pink top and skirt, handing out flyers to the people around her.

“Ugh, what is she handing out?” Flynn asked.

“Oh, I forgot we’re performing at the rally tomorrow,” Anastasia mumbled.

Flynn looked at her glaring before turning back around.

“Desperation, no offense Ana.” Guessed Julie. 

“I don’t blame you, I would say the same thing,” Anastasia replied, smirking.

Carrie walked up to the three girls handing Julie and Flynn flyers. “Here you go. My group’s performing at the spirit rally tomorrow. I’m sure you guys have nothing better to do. Am I right Anastasia?”

“I’m pretty sure they would only show up just to see me,” Anastasia replied, rolling her eyes at the blonde.

Flynn, ignoring the comment from Anastasia, is annoyed that she still hasn’t quit Carrie’s group “Dirty Candy.” “Oh my gosh, Carrie, thanks!” Flynn exclaimed in a fake excited tone. 

Carrie put her hand on her chest faking to be hurt. “Oh my gosh, Flynn, don’t bother coming!”

“She didn’t mean that,” said Anastasia.

“Oh yes I did, Anastasia,” said Carrie smirking before turning around and walking handing more flyers out to people. Flynn crumpled up her flyer in her fist. Anastasia took Julie’s flyer out her hand knowing good and well she wasn’t going to go. She looked at Julie for a second before looking at what she was or should I whom she was staring at, which happened to be Carrie’s boyfriend.

“Nick?” Flynn questioned. “Still? You know they’re gonna get married and have a bunch of unholy babies.”

“Nick’s a sweetheart,” Julie argued.

“Yeah, you’d actually have to talk to him to know that.” Anastasia quickly replied.

“True and only one of them has to be a demon to make a demon baby.” Flynn looks right at Carrie before shouting “Demon!” Carrie looks at the three girls. The three girls turned away quickly laughing. 

Flynn pointed to Julie’s face. “There’s that smile. Now let’s go prove everybody wrong.”

Julie and Anastasia closed their lockers, all three of them walked to music class. They sat down next to each other and waited for the class to begin. Ms. Harrison walked into the room telling all of the students who would be performing today. Flynn and Anastasia had gone the day prior. Mrs. Harrison had called up Nick to perform first, who absolutely killed it on the electric guitar. Everyone in the class had clapped for him after he had finished.

“Nick job, Nick,” Ms. Harrison praised. “Almost as impressive as your game against Glendale.

Nick and a couple of his lacrosse friends chuckled. Anastasia had also chuckled as she was there at the game cheering for the school lacrosse team.

“Okay, we have one last performance,” Ms. Harrison announced while Nick went to unplug his guitar. “Julie.”

Julie looked up nervously. She had stood and placed the hat she was wearing on the chair. Anastasia and Flynn quickly glanced at each other in concern as they watched Julie slowly approach the grand piano in the classroom. Julie slowly placed her sheet music down on top of the piano as she sat down. Anastasia and Flynn gave Julie thumbs up as in encouragement. 

“Take your time,” Ms. Harrison told Julie softly

Julie took a deep breath, she opened the piano to reveal the keys. She placed her fingers on the keys gently before quickly retracting them. Flynn and Anastasia’s eyes widened as they both stood up worrying about Julie.

Julie got to her and shook her head. “I’m sorry.”

“Is this when we clap?” Carrie questioned.

Ms. Harrison turned and gave Carrie a look. Julie rushed out of the room and into the hallways.

“Watch it, Carrie,” Flynn scolding Carrie before running after Julie.

“That was a really bitchy move, Carrie, even for you,” said Anastasia.

“Ms. Madden, Language,” said Ms. Harrison, scolding Anastasia.

“Sorry, is it okay if--”

Ms. Harrison nodded knowing what she was about to ask and soon motioning her to go after the girls. Anastasia quickly ran after her two best friends. As she made out to the hallways she could Flynn talking to Julie.

“Julie! Girl, you better get back up there and you show them you can sing!”

Anastasia finally made over to them. “We all know you can do it, Julie!”

“I’ve tried for myself, I’ve tried for Ms. Harrison, I’ve tried for you two, I’ve tried for Dad, and I’ve tried for Mom. For a whole year, I’ve been trying. But I can’t do this anymore… I can’t…..I’m done.” Julie cried to the two girls. Anastasia looked down trying to hold back tears knowing this was hurting her too. Julie turned and ran out of the door.

“Julie!” The girls called out for her but it was too late she was already gone. Flynn and Anastasia both sat down at the steps holding each other worried for their friend.

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“Okay, everyone. Time to get in your stunting groups.” Said Anastasia cheer coach. Anastasia took a deep breath before heading her stunt group. She had been completely messing up since practice started. The only thing on her mind. She was lucky that she had cheered as one of her classes today and didn’t have to stay after school.

“Hey, Ana, are you okay?” asked a brunette girl named Ashley.

“Not really, Ash. Do you think I could trade your stop today and back spot? I don’t feel in the right mindset to fly today.”

“Oh sure, I do need more practice on it anyways.”

Anastasia gives her a weak smile. After practicing for 20 minutes their coach comes up to the group of 4.

“Ana, I haven’t seen you stunt yet. Can you and Ashley switch? I really want to see what you have been working on. 

“Yes, Coach.” The girls switched positions as they did so that their coach gave them the idea of doing a basket toss. Anastasia’s eyes widened as she was completely nervous to try the move knowing that was going to have her be completely focused even though she really wasn’t. They warm up for a good five minutes before trying it the first time the head almost did it correctly if it wasn’t for Ari messing up at the beginning. They tried it again but it didn’t go so well they wound up dropping her. Anastasia screamed as she fell. The coach runs up to her as the rest of the team does as well.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, Coach. I’m fine. It doesn’t even hurt. It was my fault. I wasn’t focused, don’t blame it on them.”

“Don’t worry about who is at fault. Right now I need my star flyer healthy. Go to the nurse and let her check you. When she lets you go you can go home and get some rest. Can you do that for me?” said her coach with concern in her voice.

“Yeah, I can do that.” Anastasia gets up and grabs her stuff and heads to the nurse’s office. The nurse said her right leg and her arms were just bruised and she would just be fine if she iced it. She walks out the office getting a message for her mom saying she was going to pick up with her stuff to sleepover at the Molina’s.

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A/N: I hope you guys enjoy the first part of this series. I’m currently editing part 2 and working on part 3. Hopefully part 2 will be out later tonight! Feedback would be so helpful. Let’s me know if you would like to be add to the taglist!!-Mya

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[nooneactuallyasked]

Diner Gal - Reggie x Reader Part 8

Requested: It’s a series, there are no requests here!

Word count: 2,560

Warnings: Cursing

Summary: Julie and the Phantoms ( + Flynn ) go to a musical diner/café/restaurant for inspiration and hopefully a future gig but they end up meeting a very special waitress.

Note: This one is really long- the next part will be out tomorrow so be ready for that! Enjoy!

Edit: I FORGOT THE TAGLIST I’M SO SORRYYYYY!!!!!!

Part 1 here   Part 2 here   Part 3 here

Part 4 here   Part 5 here   Part 6 here

Part 6.5 here   Part 7 here

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“Hey, Diner Gal.”

Y/N smiled at the floor before turning around to face her surprise visitor, “How’s it hanging, Leather Boy?”  She probably wouldn’t admit it out loud but Reggie’s random visits were probably the main reason why Y/N had been arriving at work extra early and leaving extra late. “Alright, Julie is kinda freaking out and getting Flynn to help her pick an outfit and then Flynn freaks out and gets Julie to help her decide on a theme for the marketing stuff. You?” Y/N shrugged, “The usual.”

“So, what can I do you for?” Reggie looked down, a red flush covering his cheeks and the tips of his ears, “Well, I kinda wanted to just hang out because Julie and Luke are “writing some songs” but we all know it’s just a date and Alex is with Willie and I’m willing to bet my left sock that they’re on a date too and I didn’t wanna be alone so I thought that you’re really nice so I came here.” A smile danced on Y/N’s lips and her gaze softened, he was too sweet and just hearing his voice made her cheeks heat up slightly. Reggie’s eyes widened and he met her gaze, a horrified expression painting his face, “Unless you’re busy, sorry, I’ll- I’ll just go-“

“Woah, Reg, chill out. I’ve just got to plan out the way we’re gonna decorate the room on Friday. Plus, I like having you around, it makes my job a lot less boring.” Y/N smiled before grabbing a black notebook an opening it to a new page, she scribbled down a title so she’d remember what it was for before bullet pointing her ideas. “You know, I just realised, how much work do you do? I mean, you’re around the same age as us, you have a job and you basically co-manage this place whilst also working here as an entertainer. Do you even go to school?”

Y/N chuckled and turned to face him, “This is a part-time job but I do usually sneak in extra hours just to help out Cal, he can’t do everything by himself and there isn’t anyone else to help him, plus he’s a family friend and basically my uncle at this point. As for school, I do online school which I pay for with this job, and it all comes full circle.” Reggie frowned, “Still, it sounds like a lot. You should come to Julie’s sometime during practice and just hang out. No folders, no notes, no work, just hanging out and having a good time! And  promise me you’ll start taking it easy”

“Alright, Leather Boy, I promise and maybe I’ll take you up on that someday. But for now, just focus on your gig that’s coming up in two days, not including today of course. Speaking of, do you mind helping me out with this, I get the impression you have a lot of ideas locked up in that brain of yours.” Reggie looked at her in surprise, “You really want my help? I mean, you could ask anyone for help, why me?” Y/N stared at Reggie, her brows furrowing as a  worried expression crossed her face, “Why wouldn’t I? Reggie you’re amazing and I wouldn’t want anyone else to help me.”

“Really?”

“Of course.”

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“Finish up these papers for me, I’m going out.”

“Cal, I’m already doing more than I should, I have to finish off an essay and send it in before lunch. You haven’t even started your time listings for today yet.” Y/N blew at a piece of hair that kept falling into her eyes and glared up at Cal.

“I said finish them, I’m going out.” Cal slammed the papers onto her desk and walked out of the office. “Cal, what the fuck!” Y/N stood up, her chair slamming into the wall behind her as she ran after him, papers in hand, “Where the hell are you going?” “Out.”

Cal shot her a cold glare that made her freeze in place before walking out. Y/N groaned in frustration, throwing the papers to the floor, “Shit, fuck, kill me.” Sighing, she knelt on the floor and gathered the papers back up. “Fucking asshole, but he might have something important to do and he’s just stressed about it. Calm down, Y/N.” She kept muttering reassurance to herself so as not to lose her temper once again.

Y/N glanced down at the paper, it was her schedule for the note giving out extravaganza. Oh fuckerooney, she was meant to do that now and she was already late. Y/N ran into the office and stuffed all the notes into a bag which she slung onto her shoulder before sprinting out into the street and making her way to her first stop: Firecracker’s house.

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“Y/N? You look like you ran all the way here…don’t tell me, you did, didn’t you.”

“Perhaps.”

Julie rolled her eyes despite the grin growing on her face, “You’re an idiot, you know that, right? And your face is really red.” Y/N gasped dramatically, bringing her hands to her cheeks in comical shock, “You don’t say?”

“Julie! Who’s at the door? Tell them to go away, we need to practice!” Both girls stared at each other for a second in slight shock before bursting into laughter, Y/N cleared her throat before turning to Julie, “You might want to cover your ears.” Julie raised a brow but complied as Y/N took a deep breath, “Oi, dunderheads! I thought you wanted your notes but I guess not!” Silence followed and it everything in her to not burst out laughing or snort. “And go…” Julie furrowed her eyebrows and the snickered at the sounds of scraping and scrambling that came from inside the garage.

“No! Please, give us the cheat sheet so we can win!”

“Not a cheat sheet and it’s not a competition but yes, please ignore him! We need your help!”

“Wait there’s a cheat sheet? No one said anything about a test!”

“Okay, boys, chill out and let her breath before she joins you in the afterlife.” Y/N sent Julie a grateful smile before setting the notes down on the coffee table and quickly stepping back as the boys (specifically Luke) dived for them. “So, as per mandatory instructions I need to explain the notes and help you use them to your advantage but I also took on all of Cal’s work until the weekend alongside my own so I hope you don’t mind me checking the finance’s, writing setlists and my essay and other work stuff. I promise you will still get the full explanation for each and every note!”

“You took on more? You already have so much, you promised that you’d take it easy!” Y/N rubbed her knuckles, “I know but Cal walked out on me earlier and hasn’t been himself lately so I needed to pick up where he left off. Plus, all the other workers need a manager and so that’s what I’ll become.” Julie sighed, stroking her finger along the piano keys as she sat down, “As longs as you’re sure it’s okay.” Reggie furrowed his brow but picked up his bass and slung it over his shoulder nonetheless, his concern and probable disappointment made the nasty, sinking feeling of guilt weigh down on Y/N. She didn’t like letting people down but she needed to do this, for her family, for Cal, for herself.

“So let’s do this, you can read through it and then I’ll walk you through it all.”

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“Oh! Julie, can you call Flynn? I’d like to see what she’s got before putting everything out there.” Julie frowned, “Are you sure, you’re already doing so much, I don’t wanna-“ “Julie, it’ll be fine just call her up, I’d rather get this done, it’s now or never.” Luke snorted, Alex rolled his eyes but smiled and Reggie choked causing Y/N to raise a brow before shrugging it off, she just needed to see this through and then maybe Cal would be okay again.

A small smile made its way onto her face when she saw Julie and Luke link pinkies behind the piano, she didn’t that was possible but they were cute so you didn’t particularly us. And hey, she got Luke’s nickname spot on, so there’s also that.

“Okay, if you’re sure then I’m sure Flynn will be delighted.” Y/N grinned, “Sweetness, let me know when she’ll get here so I can prepare a space the printer in our office back at the diner.” Reggie furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head, kinda like a confused puppy, “How do you prepare it? Are you leaving already?” Y/N chuckled and shook her head, “No, the printer is wireless and connects to all of the staff’s phones and laptops. Since I only have my phone on me I’ll be using that.”

“Ohhhh! That makes sense!”

“Yeah, Willie said something like that when we went sightseeing and we say printings being put out without anyone nearby.”

“That’s stupid, just draw them or something, what if the wireless breaks?”

“You’re talking loud for someone with bad handwriting.”

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“Hey everybody, your favourite manager has arrived!”

“Thanks for coming, Flynn. Y/N is just setting up the wireless connection back to her office, have you got a copy of the flyer or something?” Flynn grinned, “You know I do, and can I just say that I really appreciate me and my talents and you should too. You’re welcome.” Julie chuckled and led Flynn over to Y/N who looked up at them with a smile. “Hey, Flynn, it’s really great to see you again. Sorry about the short notice.” Y/N picked at the tips of her nails, a bashful smile making its way onto her face, “No problem, since Julie ditched me for her invisible boyfriend and his band geek friends I haven’t had much chance to hang around, now you’re my excuse.” Julie rolled her eyes as Flynn stuck her tongue out in her direction.

Y/N chuckled and put her phone down beside her, “Well, I’m glad to be of service. So, may I see your masterpiece?” Flynn grinned and pulled her phone out of a pocket, “I thought you’d never ask.”

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“Thanks so much, Flynn. Your flyer’s amazing, we might have to hire you properly.” Y/N winked, a bright smile on her face, “Really? I mean, these guys really need my talents but if I find some time away I might drop by.” The two girls laughed and then a thought popped into Y/N’s head. She rummaged through her bag and brought out her notebook; she ripped out a page and wrote her number onto it. “Here, Julie already has pretty much all of my contact info but I just remembered you don’t, so here’s my number.” Flynn smiled, “Thanks, I’ll put it in my phone when I get home.”

“Y/N! Do your job and help us now!” She rolled her eyes and stood up, “Once again, thanks.” Flynn sent her finger guns in return. She walked over to where the ‘band geeks’ were congregated around the piano.

“Okay, so it says ‘Remember to interact with audience members’ and ‘Move around when possible’. What does that mean?” Y/N smiled and leant against the piano, “The first one is simple, Cal really liked how you guys react with each other but since we are a performing diner the audience want to be included as well, so interact with them, send them smiles, wave at specific people, pick people out of the crows, that sort of stuff.” She shifted her body to a more comfortable position, “As for moving around, again, we’re a performing diner, everyone will have a mic pack, since you can pick up, hold and wear physical things I’m gonna assume you can wear mic packs too. I don’t know how your amps work though so just move as much as possible, Julie if you can do the most moving around that would be great, we’ll have some performers dancing and working around you but you guys are our main attraction when you’re performing. Just do what you can to the best of your ability, that's all we ask.”

“Well, I’m sure we can do that, right, boys?”

“Obviously, have you not heard us rehearse this week? We’re going blow everyone’s socks off!”

“I have a feeling anything could go badly though, what if the mic packs don’t work or one of us doesn’t appear when we start playing, or- “

“Alex, chill out, this isn’t a second hotdog, and if it is we’ll eat it so it knows who’s boss!”

“Uh, Reggie, that’s how we died, I’m pretty sure the hotdog won.”

“Huh, yeah, that checks out.”

Julie and Y/N caught each other’s eyes and burst out laughing, “Can you guys stop having your little ghostie jokes, I’m trying to boast that I’m well on my way to being a famous manager to the She-Devil herself!”

“Well, now I’ve fulfilled my part of this mission I have to head off to my next mission, Agent Y/N is officially signing out.” Julie smiles and Flynn walks up, “It was great to have you on this mission, we wish you luck in your next. Stay safe Agent, we hope to see you again.” The three girls saluted each other before snickering while the boys stared at them in confusion. Y/N walked over to her bag and slung it over her shoulder, “I’ll see you guys later.” She pushed open the garage doors, waving goodbye one last time before walking out.

Y/N started walking down the path before a loud smashing sound caught her by surprise, “Wait!” A weird sensation spread over her hand, it was warm but cold and it made her skin tingle before she felt pressure replace the weird feeling and fingers curl around her hand. “How can I help you?” Y/N turned around, plastering her customer service smile onto her face.

“Leather Boy?”

She turned to see Reggie standing there completely frozen, holding onto her hand as though it were a lifeline. “Reggie? You okay?” Reggie shook his head slightly and smiled before looking down, a sheepish expression crossing his face, “Can I hug you? Please?” Y/N’s softened and smiled brightly, “Of course, Reg. Come here.” She reached up and looped her arms around his neck as he buried his face into her shoulder, “I don’t get many hugs, the guys don’t like them and I feel like it would be weird to ask Julie.”

“Well, you can hug me anytime…that sounds really weird.” Y/N chuckles as Reggie gazes at her in admiration, “So what did scream at me and- break a plant pot for?” Y/N peers behind Reggie and finds the origin of the smashing sound. “Uh, well I was going to just say goodbye but since we’re here would you mind if I came by the diner later?” Y/N smirked, “Can’t get enough of me?” Reggie grew flustered and turned his gaze to the floor, “Well- I like looking at the food but you being there is definitely a positive.” Y/N blinked, now it was her turn to be flustered, she didn’t expect him to just come out and say something like that.

“Right, yes, well, I’ll see you there then. Um, bye.”

“Yeah, yeah, goodbye.”

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[daisiesforlacey]

clouds - chapter 2 : cirrus

Pair: Julie x alive!Luke

Summary: After her mother’s death, Julie Molina moved away from Hollywood, across the country, to Ithaca, New York. She’s left behind her two loves in life: her best friend, Luke, and her music. There, she finds new friends and enemies, new experiences and joys, she might even find herself. Every night, Luke calls Julie to talk about the clouds. But what if Luke is hiding something? 

Word Count: 3,344

Warnings: angsty??? I mean we gotta move the story along soooo

Note: I started writing this and it got away from me! I think this series might be longer than originally intended, but that’s not a bad thing. I can’t wait to delve more into Alex, Reggie, and Carrie’s storylines, but for now, here’s this! Please please comment, like, reblog; feedback is always appreciated :)))

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The morning had been much chillier than the previous day. On their way to school, Julie and Flynn had bundled up in their favorite sweaters and scarves, along with matching thermoses of tea. Julie had tried to stuff her hair into a wool hat, but after failing miserably, she settled on tying her hair back into a ponytail. Flynn had offered to help style her curls that morning, but she had declined.

The ground next to the sidewalk was blue with frost and they could almost see their breath if they squinted hard enough. 

In Ithaca, the winter was dryer, she had found that her lips chapped more often and she seemed to constantly have the sniffles. In L.A, when it got colder, it mostly rained, snow was far and few between and was never terribly enjoyable; the second it hit the ground it would become this sort of grey sludge. One thing they both shared was the unpredictability. Seeing the sun one day did not often guarantee a warm week, which left Julie to keep an array of coats of different thicknesses. 

There weren’t too many clouds to see, if she tried hard enough, she might be able to make out a flying saucer. She shook her head, spaceships were too easy and basic; anything could be a UFO. 

As they walked and the sun slowly rose, they talked about their upcoming day; if Carrie was going to be tolerable, if they would be getting new music projects, and who was buying lunch.

Luckily for Julie, she could already feel the air warm up, unfortunately, the conversion had shifted to Luke.

“How is your friend? Liam, or whatever?” Flynn asked, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“Luke,” Julie snorted and looked down at her hands, “He’s doing well, he didn’t see too many shapes yesterday, so our conversation was relatively short.” Flynn knew about their nightly calls, but Julie had left out most of the reason they happened. Flynn didn’t need to know how much she missed her friend, she didn’t want the other girl to feel inadequate. 

“It’s really cool that you guys still keep in touch, if all of my friendships drifted apart that nicely, Carrie…” Flynn drifted off into thought at the mention of Carrie. Contemplating Julie, frowned, she didn’t particularly like to think that she and Luke had drifted, but she supposed they had literally done just that. 

“Well when you have a history like Luke and I have, it’s impossible not to talk to him.” Julie didn’t mention that he seemed to be a part of her that was now missing, or that Luke had this sort of magnetism that drew anyone and everyone to him, or that when they wrote songs together she had felt more alive and seen than anything. 

Those things didn’t need saying, those things had been left in L.A. 

But in here she had Flynn and a small town and a family. 

A broken family, she thought. 

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As Nick finished his guitar solo, his lacrosse buddies whooped and hollered in the small music room. 

It was smaller than the one back home, but just as welcoming. Cinder block walls had been covered with sound absorbers and music posters ranging from “hang in there” cats to major and minor scales to student made flyers, advertising the school dance coming up. 

Their mascot, a yellow and black cougar, had been painted on the wall by an art club some time ago. It was slightly lopsided and its snarling mouth looked more mangled, but the sentiment was there. 

Julie had zoned out long before Nick had started, staring at the chipped paint on the wall. She knew the second she walked up to the piano to play, she would freeze. No amount of mental preparation could prepare her to set her fingers on the ivory keys and play something, anything. 

“Okay, we have one last performance,” Her teacher said, “Julie.” 

The girl looked up slowly. She stumbled toward the piano with hesitant steps. She sat down with a sigh and opened the sheet music. Her blood was rushing and her head was pounding. The room seemed to blur and spin, but was also eerily still and quiet. 

She could feel the eyes of her classmates boring into her skull. As they watched her, she could guess what they were thinking, here we go again, I wonder if she’ll actually play this time, just get on with it. 

Julie knew that Flynn was trying to encourage her, even from where she was sitting, but she  couldn’t bring herself to look at the girl.

“Take your time,” Her teacher assured. 

Julie might take forever. 

She opened the case of the piano and grazed her fingertips on the keys. They were cold and unforbidding. The second she pressed one of the keys she knew that she would break.

Memories of her mother would come rushing back; every scraped knee, every hand holding in the parking lot, every crush whispered in secret, every night spent over the stove learning what spice goes in when, every uncontrollable fit of laughter. 

She would remember every Christmas and Easter that they would break out her Abuela’s Arroz Con Leche recipe, every concert they went to where they would scream lyrics until their throats were raw. 

Every failed test that her mother had stayed up late to help her study for, every flu shot where her mother still held her hand, no matter how old she got.

Every note written or melody sung would fill her mind. She didn’t know what would happen when it did, and she desperately didn’t want to find out. 

She stood up, “I’m sorry.”

Julie thought she heard Carrie say some snarky remark and that Flynn had retaliated, but she couldn’t have been sure before she was rushing out the door. 

After the school day, Flynn and her walked home as quickly as they could, sometimes sprinting. They needed to beat Julie’s father home after he picked up her brother, Carlos, up from his own school. She was praying that he hadn’t heard the news that she was out of the music program yet. 

She groaned as she saw his car already in the driveway

Flynn quickly hugged her, “It’s fine, he’ll understand.” She withdrew from the hug and held Julie at arms length with a sympathetic smile before they had to part. Flynn waved as she unlocked her front door and stepped inside. 

Julie took a sharp breath in before doing the same.

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“So is ‘Clocks move faster / cause it’s all were after’ the first pre-chorus or the second pre-chorus?” Reggie ran his fingers through his hair, his nose scrunching, “Because wouldn’t it just make more sense to have the same pre-chorus on each verse?” 

The brunet’s bass was slung over his body as he rested his hands on the body of his guitar. He looked over to Luke, who was crouched over his lyrics. 

Luke shook his head , his air already dripping with sweat, “It’s the second pre-chorus, the first is ‘Clocks move forward / but we don’t get older.’” He semi, sang, strumming along on his guitar. “Changing it up adds movement, we don’t want to bore the listeners. It keeps the theme of staying young at heart.” 

Reggie nodded and plucked at his bass, testing out different rhythms. Moving his hands up the neck and over the strings, he finally settled on some semblance of a tune, repeating it over and over again. 

Alex joined him, adding a hit on each of the beats of the song. This gave the song a drive and pounding rhythm, working with Luke’s line of ‘Electric hammer to the heart.”

Luke stood up after scribbling something and added his guitar part over it, humming along with the melody, and soon they got well into the song, improvising along the way. There were still some wrong chords and off beats, but they had the bones of what they felt like would be a hit. 

Luke had gone from humming to singing, Reggie and Alex joining in. Luke felt his pulse quicken as he grinned. 

“‘We ain’t searchin’ for tomorrow’,” Alex sang, to which Reggie echoed, “‘Cause got all we need today’.”

Luke bopped along, “‘Living on a feeling that’s been running through our veins.”

They looked back and forth to each other, knowing what was coming next.

Reggie was supposed to have a line to end the bridge, but it hadn’t been written yet. Luke had spent hours trying to come up with something, but it just didn’t click, every line he wrote either changed the meaning of the song or was too clumsy.

Luke sighed as they all stopped playing and he cast an apologetic gaze to the bassist, “I’ll get it. I promise.”

The boy in the flannel just shook his head, “No worries bro, we’ve done a lot in,” He checked the clock on the wall and his eyes widened comically. “Five hours…”

This mock practice session had started in Alex’s garage right after school after Luke had presented them with a song at lunch. 

“It’s totally us,” He had said, sliding to the table with a lunch tray and a scribbled mess of paper, beaming, “Totally mid 90’s. And look, you-,” He pointed to Alex who looked excited but skeptical, “Can start the bridge and you-,” Luke turned his attention to Reggie, “Can echo, ending with…” 

Luke trailed off, he didn’t have an ending line yet, he knew it had to be perfect. Everyone knows you can’t end a bridge without a call to action, something that stirred and emotion so deep that you couldn’t help but sing along. 

He sighed as his mouth twisted, “I don’t know, I haven’t found the perfect line yet.” He looked down at his chicken scratch, then slid the paper across to Alex, who examined it. 

“I like it, have you decided where the harmonies should go yet, or nah?” Alex flipped his blond  hair back, after adjusting it in his snapback. He was already trying to decide what type of beats he would do, where the drum fills would be, and what he should consult Reggie on. 

The makeshift band had a process: Luke would write a basic lyric and chord progression and then he would bring it to the guys. From there Alex would come up with the heartbeat of the song with Reggie. Reggie would work with Luke to see what melodies he should be playing and how he and Luke would bounce off of each other.

When they came together, the three friends would look at who sang what, harmonies, and fill in the gaps in the music. They worked like a well oiled machine

But lunch had been 7 hours ago and it was now 8 o’clock, well past when Luke should have been home. The boy jumped as he looked outside, saw it was dark, and cursed under his breath. He quickly put his guitar on his stand and grabbed his book bag, then ran out with a wave to Reggie and Alex.

“I’ll see you guys tomorrow, if I’m still alive,” he called before getting on his bike and going home. 

The air was damp and it had just rained, making the pavement slippery. Despite being almost winter, the weather was warm enough to where he only had to put on a shirt and jeans to be comfortable.

On his way to his house, Luke looked to the sky. He cataloged some shapes of dark clouds, moose, cat, spaceship, he thought. He chucked to himself, anything could be a space ship, it wasn’t creative enough, all the cloud had to be was somewhat circular. 

His mind drifted to Julie and what she would have to say about these clouds. She would probably smile, her adorable gap showing, and tell him all of the wonderful odd shapes she would see. 

“There, right there, a cat chasing a dog,” She would say, “No, no, scratch that, a dog chasing a cat chasing a pigeon. Wait sorry, a shark without a back fin. Or maybe a line of ducklings crossing a street.” Then she would narrow her eyes as the clouds shifted and formed new images, “Well now I don’t know what I see.” 

Luke would then look over and tell her that everything she saw was amazing, even if it was truly unremarkable. She was always able to see things he couldn’t, even if it was something as menial as a cloud. She could look at him and know exactly what was wrong no matter what; he didn’t know if she was truly super powered, or if he was super transparent. 

Which was why he was glad she couldn’t see him on their calls. 

She knew about Reggie and Alex, they had met before she left, but she didn’t know that they played music together. She didn’t know that Luke was writing songs with them like he used to with her. He didn’t want her to feel replaced.

And as far as she knew, his parents were completely fine with his music. They may have had little gripes here and there, but she thought that was the extent of it. 

As he arrived at his house and opened the front door, that wasn’t the case at all.

“Lucas Patterson!” His mother yelled from the kitchen, “Do you have any idea what time it is!”

Luke winced as she ran into the living room, wiping her hands on a dish towel. He could see that the dining room table had already been cleared and the leftovers put away. 

“It is 8:14! Would you like to tell me why the hell you missed dinner again for the third time this week? No wait! I bet I know! Let me guess, you were at Alex’s!” Her eyes were steel. It wasn’t a question, they both knew the only thing that would keep him out at night would be music with the guys. 

He gripped the strap of his back pack before looking at the floor, his knuckles white. “I’m sorry Mom. I just lost track of time, you know how I get.”

Emily smoothed her brow with her fingers as her husband walked in from the kitchen. “At least tell me you did your homework.” 

Luke didn’t answer.

His mom threw the dish towel to the floor, “Luke we had a deal! You can keep playing your guitar and going to ‘band practice,’” She used air quotes, “As long as you did your homework before then and always made it home for dinner. Always! Your family and school work is important! I know you don’t think so, but as long as you live under our roof, you abide by our rules!”

He threw his hands up and scoffed, “I’m not going to stop playing music, it’s my life! And you can’t stop me! I am sorry if I miss a few family dinners a week, but isn’t that fine if it means I’m happy?” 

His mother looked at him like he had sprouted another head, “Son, I know it’s been hard ever since Julie left, and I know you miss her but--”

“But what Mom? There’s nothing I can do about it, she’s in New York! And the only thing keeping me connected to her is music, and right now, you don’t even let me have that.” Luke stormed through the living room into his room. 

He dropped his bag down with a thunk, and sat on his bed, smashing his head into a pillow and screaming. He regretted that he didn’t bring his guitar back, if only to take out his anger by shredding on volume 10. 

The day kept getting later, and while he didn’t like calling her while angry, he dialed Julie’s phone number. 

The phone rang a couple times before she picked up, “Hello, this is Her Majesty Queen Julie Molina, what is your concern peasant?” She said in a haughty voice, before her façade broke with a giggle.

“Well Your Highness, I have come to discuss today’s weather.” He replied, playing along, her voice instantly making him feel better.

“Today we have seen a couch, a baby, and many many trees.”

“I have also seen many trees; they are very common in the sky.” Luke laughed, “I may have also spotted a suitcase and an umbrella. Sadly my Queen, the rain made it quite hard to see too many shapes.”

Julie clicked her tongue, he could see her face now, her nose scrunched and her mouth down turned, “That is a downright shame. Is there any news to report?’”

Luke perked up at that and rushed to get the words out of his mouth, “Actually, yeah. I wrote a song, ‘Now or Never,’ and it’s actually not that bad. Except I can’t figure out this one line, and it’s been bugging me all day.” He huffed, “Do you wanna hear it?”

She replied just as giddy as he is, “Of course!”

The brunet then launched into singing an a cappella version of his song from memory, stopping here or there to say things such as, “A harmony would totally go here,” or “Add a little guitar riff and it’d be perfect.” 

He kept going until, “‘Living on a feeling that’s been running through our veins’. And then of course another line, and then the chorus.” He was staring at his popcorn ceiling now, smiling like a kid in a candy shop. 

Julie paused, then said, “We’re the revolution that’s been singing in the rain.” 

“What?”

“That’s it, that’s your missing lyric.”

Luke froze, she really couldn’t get any more perfect.

“Queen Julie, you are a genius!” He jumped off of his bed to grab a scrap of paper off of his messy desk before writing down the lyric. “You songwriting genius! If you have stuff like that flowing through your brain, how aren’t you playing it?”

He didn’t mean to bring it up, it just sort of happened. But it was true, how could she be so good at writing and let it go to waste?

Julie cleared her throat, “Well actually--”

“You sang again? I knew it, I knew you would!” Luke cut her off.

“Well no,” She rushed out, he could already see her running her hand over her face in exasperation. He has to stop interrupting people. “I got kicked out of the music program. I haven’t played anything since I got here, and I couldn't either today. I guess that was the last straw, because my teacher called my dad and said that unless I could play something by the end of the week, I need to choose a new elective.”

They sat in silence. 

Luke played with his hands, knitting his fingers together and pulling them apart before an idea came to him, “What about your mom’s song. Not for class I mean! But, if just to sit down at your piano again and play something, what about that? She wrote it for you after all. And then maybe afterwards you’d be good to play for your class and boom! You’re Julie, songwriting pianist extraordinaire again!”

“I-I don’t know about that, Luke,” She swallowed. Right before her mom passed, they had written a song together, but she hasn’t even been able to look at it since she moved. If she sat down to play it, she’d be accepting all of those memories back. But then again, if she needed to sing anything it would be her mother’s song. They had taken a few months to write it, and Julie’s mom had completed it before…

“I mean maybe. I’ll see. I’ll try.” Julie nodded to herself and gave a determinant look to her wall. Tomorrow morning she would go to her garage and play her mother's song.

“You promise?” Luke asked tentatively. 

“I promise.”

“Alright. I guess I should go, it’s probably pretty late where you are. I’ll see you soon?”

Julie nodded, “See you soon.” Then hung up.

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[thewidowsghost]

Chapter 9 - (Y/n), Julie, and the Phantoms

3rd Person POV

At school the next Monday, some guy from the school's band comes up to Julie.

"Hey! Hey!" the boy says.

"Hmm?" Julie hums in response.

"Are you done? I need my sticks back," the guy says.

Julie looks at the drumsticks in her pocket, slightly shocked before handing them to the boy.

Flynn, (Y/n), and Natasha - who had become one of the three girl's best friends - walk up to find Julie humming a song.

Flynn laughs softly.

"What?" Julie asks.

"Nothing, it's just nice seeing you back to your weirdo self," Flynn says.

"Thanks?" Julie says, exchanging a look with (Y/n).

"So how's the band?" Flynn asks. "Still hot? Still talented? Still dead?"

Julie chuckles, "Amazing. Luke and I spent the whole weekend writing songs."

"Do you not write?" Natasha asks (Y/n) and she shakes her head no.

"I just play whatever I'm needed to play," (Y/n) answers.

"You guys wanna hear some of them?" Julie asks.

"Duh!" Flynn and Natasha say in unison.

Walking into the music room, Julie says, "Like it was flowing through me like when I used to write with Mom."

"Hey! What am I? Chopped liver?" (Y/n) asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, absolutely," Julie says in a teasing sort of voice.

"So, this is the first song Luke and I wrote," Julie says, sitting down at the piano. "(Y/n) came up with a verse or two. Here's a bit of the chorus."

Julie begins to play some of the cords.

"Cause we're standing On the edge of great

Great

Great"

"Wow! I like it!" Flynn says.

"Definite Gaga vibes," Natasha agrees.

"Thanks!" Julie says, smiling at the two. "I think we have an anthem with this one. It's something my mom, (Y/n), and I were working on."

"I thought you said you didn't write," Natasha says, a slightly accusatory tone in her voice.

"I come up with words," (Y/n) says simply. "And by words, I mean like three."

"And it's one, two, three, four times That I've tried for one more night Light a fire in my eyes I'm going out of my mind"

"That's . . ." Flynn pauses.

"That's beautiful," Natasha finishes.

"And my girl's got a crush, and his name is Luke," Flynn says, looking at Julie.

"What? No. Luke's a ghost," Julie returns.

"A cute ghost," Flynn points out.

"With a perfect smile," Julie finally gives in.

"Ha! I knew it!" Flynn says.

"Just remember he's made of air," Natasha tells Julie.

"Cute air." Julie says simply.

"Just don't get hurt, okay?" Flynn says. "You guys have a connection. Everybody's wondering when you'll play again."

"Play again? We don't even have anything planned," (Y/n) says, panicking slightly.

"Luke and I have just been focused on writing songs," Julie agrees.

"Lucky for you, your marketing team has been way ahead of you," Flynn says.

"Marketing team?" (Y/n) turns to Julie who was sitting on the bench behind the piano nest to her. "Since when do we have a marketing team?"

Julie shrugs.

Natasha pulls out a flyer from her backpack. "Yeah you do."

"And surprise!" Flynn takes the flyer from Natasha and gives it to the two. "You're playing the school dance tonight, and I'm DJ-ing too. I posted it all over social media."

"You have an excellent marketing team," Natasha says with a grin in (Y/n)'s direction, and the smile makes butterflies erupt in (Y/n)'s stomach.

"No. No," Julie says. "This is in front of the whole school."

Flynn's phone buzzes and she pulls it out of her pocket. "Sorry, you already have sixty-eight likes.

"Wait!" Julie says, running out of the room after Flynn.

Later that day, (Y/n) and Julie are in the studio watering the plants.

"So, we're playing a school dance? Sweet!" Reggie says enthusiastically.

"It's not exactly the strip," Luke says and Julie chuckles.

"And you're not exactly alive," Reggie retorts, "so maybe you should be happy with our first gig."

"I wasn't in love with the idea at the first either, but it could be a great way for us to build a following, right?

"Yeah, yeah," Reggie says, still enthusiastic. "We need to play wherever we can, whenever we can."

"No, you're right," Luke finally agrees. "Let's rock those kids' faces off and then play at the clubs."

"And then record a single that get a billion streams?" Julie puts in.

"I don't know what that is, but hopefully it gets us a manager and a tour," Luke says.

"Then we release a bunch of hit albums," Julie says.

"Put out a country album that does surprisingly well," (Y/n) and Reggie say in unison.

The other two look at (Y/n) and Reggie.

"What! I shred on the banjo," Reggie shrugs.

"Then I'll learn how to fiddle," Julie says with a nod.

"And before you know it, we're being inducted into the Rock 'n' Roll Hall of Fame," Luke exclaims.

"But one of us isn't there," Reggie says, quiet ominously. "Because we had a blowout in 2032. My money's on Alex. He's just so sensitive."

"What are we waiting for?" Luke asks. "Let's get rehearsing!"

"Uh . . . Where is Alex?" (Y/n) asks.

Word Count: 811 words

Chapter 10 should be up soon.

Love,

       Kaitlynn 😍❤️

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[junker-town]

9 men’s college basketball stories that didn’t get the ending they deserved

There was so much left to learn about this college basketball season in March.

For the first time since its inception in 1939, there will be no NCAA tournament this season. The threat of the coronavirus pandemic has canceled March Madness just as the major conference tournaments were beginning to kick off. There will be no Selection Sunday, no bracket pools, no One Shining Moment. It was a correct and necessary call, but one that still leaves so many college basketball stories unfinished.

It’s the stories that keep us coming back to college basketball. In what was considered a wide open year from the very start, so many teams and fanbases could have experienced the thrill of a deep run through the tournament. As the tournament has been canceled, we can’t help but wonder about all the stories that will never get the endings they deserve.

These are the college basketball stories from this season that we’ll always wonder about.

Could Kansas finish the job?

Kansas was going to be the most popular title pick in every March Madness pool. The Jayhawks were set to enter the Big 12 tournament on a 16-game winning streak in the second toughest conference in the country. They had two national player of the year candidates in Udoka Azubuike and Devon Dotson. They were top-10 in the country in both offensive (No. 8) and defensive (No. 2) efficiency. They had four wins over teams ranked in KenPom’s top-15, beating Baylor, Dayton, BYU, and West Virginia.

Bill Self won a national championship at Kansas in 2008, but he still often faces doubters in March. Since that title breakthrough, Self’s teams have reached the national four twice while taking a No. 1 seed into the tournament six times. The Jayhawks were upset in the round of 32 last season by Auburn. Self wanted to prove he could reach the mountaintop once again, and he had the team to do it.

Would the nation fall in love with Dayton?

Dayton has long had one of college basketball’s most passionate fanbases. This season, they had one of college basketball’s very best teams. The Flyers were likely going to be a No. 1 seed in the Big Dance thanks to a high-powered offense that ranked No. 2 in America. Sophomore forward Obi Toppin would have been a March Madness phenom. The likely national player of the year and a future NBA lottery pick, Toppin is a monster athlete at 6’9 who dunks everything and finished in the 99th percentile of points per possession this season. He was the sport’s biggest star, and America deserved to see him on its biggest stage.

Toppin had a strong support cast around him. Junior point guard Jalen Crutcher was a great secondary option who could shoot from deep (43 percent from three) and serve as the hub of the offense as a facilitator. Trey Landers was a 6’5 senior glue guy who could slash to the basket and play solid defense. Ibi Watson, Rodney Chatman, and Ryan Mikesell helped make up the rest of the rotation for a five-out offensive attack that spaced you out, shared the ball, and took advantage of every opening. This Dayton team could have gone all the way.

What about the Big Ten?

The Big Ten was the best conference in college basketball all season. Our most recent Bracketology projection from Chris Dobbertean had 10 teams from the league making the NCAA tournament. The Big Ten hasn’t won the national title since Michigan State cut down the nets in 2000, and this year would have been a great chance to break that dry spell on the strength of raw numbers alone.

The Spartans were projected as a No. 3 seed after being the top-ranked team in the country in the preseason. MSU was about to enter the Big Ten tournament on a five-game winning streak, with arguably the top point guard-head coach combination in America with Cassius Winston and Tom Izzo. Maryland was likely to get its highest seed since it won the national championship in 2002. Iowa had a pair of stars in Luka Garza and Joe Wieskamp. Ohio State was ranked in the top-20 of both offensive and defensive efficiency. Illinois was set to make its first March Madness appearance since 2013 behind a pair of stars in Ayo Dosunmu and Kofi Cockburn. Michigan had Juwan Howard, Xavier Simpson, and Jon Teske. Rutgers was going to make the tournament for the first time in 30 years.

The Big Ten was loaded this season. We can only dream about how it would have ended.

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Was San Diego State for real?

San Diego State was always going to have to prove itself in March. The Aztecs became one of the biggest stories in college basketball during a 26-0 start. No, they didn’t face the toughest competition in the Mountain West. Yes, they did lose two of their final six games, including a thriller to Sam Merrill and Utah State in the title game of the conference tournament. All the Aztecs wanted as the opportunity to prove they were as good as their record indicated. The loss of that opportunity stings so much.

It wasn’t hard to make a Final Four case for San Diego State. They had balance — ranking No. 11 in offensive efficiency and No. 10 in defensive efficiency. They had a brilliant point guard — always so critical in March — in Malachi Flynn, the Washington State transfer who should be an All-American. They shot the ball well from three and grinded opponents possessions down to the very last second on defense. This team would have done some damage.

Could Creighton finally make the second weekend?

Creighton hadn’t made it past the opening weekend of the NCAA tournament since 1974. A deep run in March is just about all Greg McDermott’s coaching resume is missing since he took over Northern Iowa back in 2001. This team had a chance to do it thanks to a brilliant offense led by sophomore point guard Marcus Zagarowski, one of the country’s great floor generals. With Zagarowski conducting the show, the Bluejays launched threes all around him, hitting 38.7 percent of their attempts as a team, which ranked No. 6 in America.

Zagarowski’s recent ankle injury was going to keep him out of the Big East tournament and be a real variable in March. If this team was healthy and got the right matchups for their shaky defense, this could have been the year for a run.

Virginia never got to defend its title

Virginia lost so much from last season’s storybook national championship team, starting with Kyle Guy, Ty Jerome, and De’Andre Hunter. This was never going to be the same UVA team, a point that was hammered home during a 7-5 start to conference play. Very quietly, Virginia had been coming on lately, winning their last eight games heading into the NCAA tournament, including victories over top-10 teams Duke and Louisville. Mamadi Diakite, Kihei Clark, Braxton Key, and Jay Huff all brought veteran experience. The ‘Hoos weren’t going to be an easy out.

No team had a bigger split between the strength of its offense and its defense than Virginia. Defensively, UVA was No. 1 in the country once again. Offensively, they were No. 234. What’s the old saying about which side of the ball wins championships?

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Who would be Cinderella?

America loves nothing more than an underdog in March Madness. So many of our best March memories involve the little guys pulling an upset, whether it’s Mercer Nae-Nae’ing their way to victory against Duke, UMBC shocking the world by defeating No. 1 seeded Virginia, or Middle Tennessee pulling the 15-2 upset over Denzel Valentine and Michigan State. Who would our Cinderellas have been this year? There were so many options.

Vermont had one of the great players in the country in Anthony Lamb and had won 16 of their last 17 games. Hofstra earned its first trip to the NCAA tournament in 19 years by winning the CAA and had a star guard in Desure Buie.

East Tennessee State had already won 30 games and earned an automatic berth behind a well-balanced attack. New Mexico State, Liberty ... the list of potential Cinderellas goes on. March won’t feel the same without them.

What the heck was this Duke team?

This Duke team felt different from the start. Despite the Blue Devils again welcoming the No. 1 recruiting class in the country, there was a notable lack of starpower compared to the last few years. There likely wasn’t an NBA lottery pick on this team. Tre Jones and Vernon Carey Jr. were very good, but they weren’t Zion Williamson, or Marvin Bagley III, or Jayson Tatum, or Brandon Ingram.

Duke still would have entered March as one of the favorites to win the whole damn thing. Likely a No. 2 or No. 3 seed, Duke ranked in the top-15 of efficiency on both ends and played at the fastest tempo of any team in the ACC. March just doesn’t feel right without Duke being plastered on all of our televisions, win or lose.

Who would be this year’s late-rising draft star?

Seemingly every year, a player uses the NCAA tournament to boost their draft stock and launch themselves into fame and fortunate in the NBA. Former Villanova guard Donte DiVincenzo is a recent example. After widely being projected to return to school the following year, DiVincenzo had a monster tournament with ‘Nova that concluded with him being named Most Outstanding Player of the Final Four. The Bucks took him at No. 17 overall and he’s now a key rotation piece for a team with championship aspirations.

Who would have made that leap this year? Maybe Kansas’ Devon Dotson, Kentucky’s Ashton Hagans or Immanuel Quickley, or Flynn from San Diego State? Perhaps it would have been Oregon’s Payton Pritchard or Baylor’s Jared Butler or Seton Hall’s Myles Powell.

Someone would have been kind of breakout March star that catches the NBA’s eye. Now we’ll never know.