thinking of you | luke patterson
𝙖/𝙣 - i actually wrote something for the first time in forever??? and i’m kinda proud of it? and it’s the loml??
anyways biggest thank you to @sonic-volcano for proof reading this, ly viv <3 but if there’s still mistakes somewhere,,, i’m sorry!
the song mentioned it called 'thinking of you' by the maine and i specifically mean the acoustic version and the acoustic version only because yea
(gif not mine, creds to owner!)
𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩 - 2,173
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - none? it’s pretty cute
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how you were able to see them was a mystery to both you and them.
you were walking down the road when suddenly three extremely excited guys were running through you.
“hey! what the hell was that?!”, you called after them, half confused, half upset because c’mon three dudes just ran through you.
only one of them, the blonde one bothered to turn around and met your upset gaze.
he didn’t pay you much attention though and turned around again, catching up with his friends.
“hey, i was talking to you guys!”, you repeated, a little louder. normally you wouldn’t pay someone who pushed you any mind, but they weren’t pushing you, that’s the problem.
the woman leaving the house you were standing infront of was giving you a weird look before softly telling you that there was no one there.
the boys were now all staring at you wide eyed, their expression pretty much matching yours.
the raven haired one hit the shortest one's chest repeatedly, while not so silently whisper yelling “she can see us! she sees us!”
“yeah, i’ve noticed now shush!”, he replied, eyeing you suspiciously.
“i’m sorry i thought i saw my friends pass there but i’ve mistaken them”, you smiled at the older lady before moving along, catching up with the seemingly invisible guys.
all three of them were still looking at you in shock. it took them a hot minute to find their voices. “you can see us!”, the same boy from earlier exclaimed loudly.
“of course i can! why wouldn’t i?”
“because we’re dead?!”
“what do you mean you’re dead?”
the shortest one with a beanie spoke up, “we died, 25 years ago, we’re ghosts.”
“yeah sure, and i’m a witch.”
“wouldn’t be surprised if you were”, laughed the first boy.
“let me introduce ourselves. i’m alex, these are luke and reggie, and we’re in a band called sunset curve-“
“tell your friends!”
“-or well were. we died, quite a while ago, like luke said. and very much surprised you can see us.”, the blonde, alex, explained.
“yeah! i thought only julie could see us?”
“we all thought that, reggie.”
you were just staring at them by now, not really believing their story.
“this got to be some sort of joke”, you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.
“it- it’s not! come with us and we’ll prove it to you!”, luke insisted, and you were pretty sure he wouldn’t accept no for an answer, “c’mon, you got nothing to lose.”
“can’t have you guys haunt me if i don’t… even if you’re pretty cute”, you mumbled. “lead the way.”
alex and you were already a few steps ahead when reggie whispered to luke, “did you hear that? she called us cute!”
rolling his eyes the frontman caught up with the two of you, “hey, didn’t catch your name.”
“it’s (y/n)”, you replied, small smile gracing your lips as you looked into his beautiful blue-ish eyes.
if he’s really a ghost it’s a pity, because he’s gorgeous.
he smiled back and decided to walk alongside you snd alex and thus leaving reggie fourth wheeling behind.
“and where exactly are you taking me?”, you asked looking at the guys with a questioning gaze.
“to meet julie, maybe there’s a connection between the two of you”, alex replied, leading the way to a gorgeous house.
they led you directly to the garage revealing a spacious room filled with various plants and instruments and a couch.
on the black furniture sat two girls you knew from school. you were a senior and if you weren’t mistaken the girls were sophomores, your little brother, nick, had a few classes with them.
“juuuulie”, sing-sang reggie, causing the girls to look up.
both were surprised to see you standing there, well, surprised might have been an understatement.
“what is she doing here?”, exclaimed flynn, confusion taking over the shock.
“well…”, reggie already started seemingly wanting to tell quite the tale when luke butted in.
“we ran theough her and she can see us, but she doesnt believe us.”
“honey, if you’re really dead, then it’s a shame for the world”, you pointed out.
“they are. just google them”, julie told you, seemingly unbothered by your presence now.
furrowing your brows you took out your phone, opening the browser, “what did you say was the name again?”
“sunset curve”, the ghosts replied in unison.
when you read the article you couldn’t help but laugh, they were actually telling the truth. sunset curve, three of four members died the night they were supposed to play the orpheum.
“what’s so funny?”, luke suddenly got very defensive and you really didn’t understand why.
“nothing, it’s just- wow you guys really are dead huh? can i try something?”
“do whatever you want with them, they can’t feel anything.”
“hey! i think we can speak for ourselves!”, reggie pouted.
a grin took over your lips as you moved closer to the raven haired boy. you were nearly touching his sides, about to tickle him, when julies little brother walked in.
“found another freak friend that can see the ghosts?”, the little boy scoffed, eyeing you suspiciously.
“n-no she’s actually here to-“, his sister tried to come up with an excuse but failed, looking at you for help.
“i’m here to help them with maths, actually. and it’d be really appreciated if we could have our peace here, the girls need to concentrate”, you smiled at him sweetly.
carlos seemed unconvinced, but left the three, well six, of you alone eventually.
the second the doors closed behind him you lunged at reggies sides, fully expecting to just fall through but to all of yous surprise you actually tickled him, causing the guy to break out into hysteria.
“how did you do that? julie nor flynn could touch us yesterday!”, alex exclaimed, eyes wide.
“i don’t know? to be honest i expected to fall right through him!”
julie walked over to him as well, trying to touch his shoulder, but her hand disappeared in his body. “how is that possible?”
“we’ll find out eventually, maybe. but most importantly, (y/n) believes us, and as far as we know you two are the only ones that can see us”, luke spoke up, smiling at you and the sophomore by your side.
there was a moment of silence before flynns phone chimed, her mother telling her to come home because it’s getting late.
“well it was a pleasure talking to you guys”, she laughed looking in the complete wrong direction of where the boys were standing, before hugging her best friend goodbye and giving you a wave.
“so i’d say we just postpone rehearsals to tomorrow”, alex suggested. after julies dad called for dinner not long after flynn left.
“wait you’re playing with them? that’s so cool!”, you smiled brightly at the teens in front of you.
“y-you can come and listen if you want to”, luke offered, a shy smile gracing his lips.
“i would love to! what time do you start practicing?”
“you could come here with me after school, you can just tell your parents you’re coming over because you’re helping me with maths! nick is your alibi, we share that class and he knows i suck”, julie exclaimed.
agreeing with her plan you bid the band goodnight and the two of you left the ghosts to their own in the garage.
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over the following weeks you spent a lot of time with julie and flynn in and out of school, basically taking them under your wing and keeping your brothers annoying girlfriend off their backs. obviously spending time with them included spending time with three adorable ghosts that are still trying to adjust to the world 25 years after they died, from what you found out were bad hot dogs.
whenever the little musical genius that is julie didn’t have time the boys would just randomly pop up in your room, asking you to show them something new that didn’t exist yet in 1995.
after alex told you he was gay you told him anything you knew about how the lgbtq+ rights improved in the past years and how most people are now open to all different sexualities, which made the blonde very happy.
reggie and you talked mostly about movies and comics because you both adored them. you even rewatched all the star wars movies with him that he missed out on and held him tightly when han solo died. you were still the only one, apart from other ghosts that were able to touch them, so they appreciated any sort of contact they got. whether that was the occasional head on shoulder, arm around waist or just a knee bump while sitting next to each other. but most of all they enjoyed hugging.
luke was surprisingly the one with the highest craving for touch. he enjoyed getting his hair played with while writing new songs or while he was playing around with your phone, with his new obsessions: candy crush, for some reason, and spotify.
to him it was absolutely fascinating to have all the music in the world with you all the time. that’s how you found yourself most nights cuddled up in bed with lukes head on your lap and a very diverse playlist. you created it for him with some 90s songs as well as a few songs from now a days you thought he might enjoy, safe to say he did, very much so.
tonight you were hunched over your desk, desperately trying to finish the five page essay due to tomorrow, while the boy was sprawled across the bed, your phone in hand just minding his own business when something on your dresser caught his attention.
“you play the guitar?”, he asked, getting up to get it down.
his voice startled you, head slipping from the hand you were resting it on, “pardon?”
“the guitar, do you play?”, he repeated, holding the instrument up.
“oh no, not really. it’s my dad’s, he tried to teach me but, i suck when it comes to music so he gave up and rather spent his time teaching nick how to”, you explained turning back around to finish the assignment.
there was a beat of silence before luke spoke up again. “i-i could teach you if you want.”
“believe me, you don’t want ti waste your time on that”, you snorted.
with a poof he disappeared from the bed, just to reappear on the desk in front of you, guitar in hand and legs dangling down on either side of your chair.
“it wouldn’t be wasting time. no time spent with you is ever wasted”, he smiled strumming the instrument, before grimacing at how out of tune it was. “yeah, gotta fix that first.”
laughing at his expression you told him to do that, while you finished up with school stuff.
by the time you were done, the guitar was tuned and already getting strummed. the tune he was playing was awfully familiar but you only recognised it when he started singing along.
went outside and saw the moon
and it made me think of you
then the rain it came and came
there you were inside my brain
i’ve been thinking of you
i’ve been thinking of you
smiling you sat down next to him on your bed, your gaze flickering between the smooth movements of his fingers and his unbelievably handsome face. like who allowed him to be this- this beautiful?
when he noticed that your look didn’t move from his lips as if you were hypnotised he smiled.
the song itself was so bittersweet and his voice made you melt to a puddle.
“you okay there?”, he grinned, setting the guitar to the side.
“y-yes! yes, totally. that was really good”, you spluttered, trying your best not to turn beet red.
“come here, i’ll show you how to do that.”
he spread his legs, inviting you to sit between them. crawling over reluctantly you settled with his chest nearly touching your back.
he picked up the guitar again and handed it over to you. you vaguely remembered how to correctly hold it so you crossed your legs and supported it on one thigh.
you’d think a ghost wouldn’t give off body heat or anything but you definitely felt the lack of distance between the two of you.
his arms went around you, his hands taking yours, positioning them in the right position.
the closeness was messing with your head and as you tried listening to his instructions on how to play the most basic chords your thoughts drifted off.
“(y/n)? are you listening to me?”, he asked right by your ear, causing you to turn towards him.
“y-yeah”, your voice was barely above a whisper, “just thinking.”
“of?”, your lips were just a few inches away from touching.
“thinking of you.”
in a split second the guitar was removed from your lap and his lips were on yours.
“always you.”
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