There are many things Mo Summers was okay with but dying? That's a whole different story.
Especially when she wakes up alone, in an area and time she isn't familiar with. And don't even get her started on being a ghost. Just a moment ago she was ea...
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"Common Mo, let's get rocking!" Luke looked at her expectantly, nodding his head to the couch, where his notebook laid, guitar strapped over his shoulders. An ever-present smile stuck to his face.
"Hm?" She lifted her head up from her sewing machine. Mo was trying to finish up Alex's new Fanny Pack, his old sadly got lost at the last gig they had and he wouldn't shut up about it. She just finished a little rainbow on the inside of it. She knew that Alex wasn't out to his parents, yet still she wanted to make it a bit personalised. The boy would love it.
"You said you would help me with this song. You have been working on Alex's thing for hours. Spend some time with me?" he pouted.
"I did, didn't I?" she gave him a sheepish smile, rubbing her neck. "Can I help you another time? I still want to get this done for Alex and we have this test tomorrow at school and I PROMISED to help Reggie study.."
"Sure thing babe, I don't want you to burn out. I'll manage this one without you, just stay here in the studio until you need to leave, alright? Feels lonely without you" Luke grinned at her, leaning in to kiss her cheek softly. Mo nodded and resumed her hunched over position at the sewing machine.
Listening to him strumming his guitar and humming a melody, relaxed her immensely. She knew the song he's been working on would be amazing. To be honest, he could play her anything and she would say it was perfect.
A loud rattle made them both look to the closed doors. Someone was trying to come in.
Mo shot up, the rattling still ringing in her ears. It came from outside. She must've fallen asleep because Luke was nowhere to be seen. Plus he doesn't call her babe. For a moment she forgot that she was a ghost and that she was still searching for the boys.
"Daaaadd the studio is closed! How should I get my bike out?" a young boy's voice was heard through the doors.
Mo looked around, desperately trying to find a hiding spot. Just because the people at the museum didn't see her didn't mean no one in this world did. She had heard of clairvoyant people. She had seen Ghost (1990) and it definitely wasn't on her to-do list to be seen by a Whoopie Goldberg wannabe.
"Yes Carlos, I will be right there, have a little patience," an older male voice said.
She saw a blue bike stand in the left corner of the room. The attic should be safe. There was no reason for them to go up there. At least not now. The wooden stairs creaked as the girl hurried up. Holding her breath, she peeked down, ducking slightly as a young black-haired boy, no older than ten, came running in. His dad, well Mo guessed, walked in after Carlos. The boy took the bike and walked out again.
The dad took a second longer, looking around. "I miss you. You know, Julie hasn't been playing since you died. No one was in here really, that's why it's so goddamn dusty." he chuckled, "but Carlos wanted to ride his bike again, so here we are."
