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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The group was standing on a street, surrounded by expensive white fenced houses and designer cars. The sun was shining down at them, no cloud in the sky, yet a cold breeze made them shiver. Mo held a hand in front of her eyes, shielding them from light.
"Well, just above Malibu beach isn't really specific now that I think about it"
The anger didn't bubble in their stomachs that much anymore, now overshadowed by disorientation.
"Uhm, we could look at the names on the mailboxes?" Alex suggested.
Luke huffed, looking at the long street ahead of them.
"Every single one?" Mo questioned, already dreading the task, her shoulders slumping slightly. At least 50 houses were on this street alone.
"Guys! I found it!" Reggie yelled from a bit further up the street. "I see his helicopter!"
They ran up to Reggie, halting as they saw the house. Mo gasped for air, stunned at the sight. Nobody said a thing for a good minute. Luke was the first who regained control of his voice and spoke in an irritated tone. "That fucker has a pool." Ah, there was that anger, once again slowly rumbling in their stomachs, spreading into their brains and hearts and consuming them.
The house was truly beautiful. It had a whole window front that complimented the darker facade. The house was huge, no wonder Reggie thought it was a hotel at first.
"In a way, this means that Sunset Curve would've been successful?" she tried to lift the mood, but once again it only got dragged down. Positive thinking wasn't one of her abilities.
"You ready to go in boys?" Luke asked, with an unsure look on his face. For a second Mo studied his face, taking in the way his nose scrunched when he was angry and the way he bent his knees to make his point clearer. She also noticed the jacket that he wore. It was the first thing she ever sewed. She couldn't find the perfect jacket for Luke's birthday so she decided to make it herself.
"No."
"Not really" Reggie took a deep breath.
"Let's get it over with."
The group held hands as they poofed into Bobby's house.
"Wow, it's... it's so..."
"Clean." Mo finished Alex's sentence. The Bobby she knew was a messy dude. There wasn't one time where she went over to his place and his clothes were neatly folded in his closet. Not that she cared, her room looked the exact same.
"Yeah."
They all walked around the house, taking in the new Bobby/Trevor.
"Bobby's house is ridiculous," Alex exclaimed, causing Mo to turn to him.
"You think so? It's so unwelcoming..." she said as she looked around, disagreeing with him. Nearly everything was either grey or white. No pictures of family or cute decorations. No colourful pillows or big plants. It felt almost empty.
