S W E E T S | Luke Patterson

I loved you.

Eighteen ~ I loved you.

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Presley, Flynn, and Julie had just arrived to Trevor Wilson's mansion. However, when two girls came to the door Presley was extremely surprised.

"what do you want?" Presley's sister Sylas asked in a snotty tone.

"how did you get over the security gate?" Carrie adds quickly, both the girls having judgy glares.

Were these two ever apart? Presley couldn't help but wonder.

Instead of staying with Julie and Flynn while they weasel their way into the mansion Presley decides she might as well just poof in.

walking around she ignores the teen boy on the couch and looks at all the records and photographs of an aged bobby. "this bitch really recorded my name is Luke? his name isn't even Luke!"

she hears noises from upstairs and assumes it's the boys, walking through a door into what looks like could be Bobby's bedroom? she sees her three friends holding Bobby in the bathroom. "Alexander Mercer! Let the coward out of the bathroom!"

The use of his full name startled the boy enough that he lost focus and let go of the door, a panicked bobby repeating that they aren't real and he just needs to go see his therapist.

"Come on P! we're just messing with him!" Luke says, grabbing onto Presley's wrist.

The ghosts poof out to the backyard and the three boys say they can moon him, "he can't see you, and i really wish i couldn't either- PUT UR ASSES AWAY!"

"hope you had fun!" Julie says, i guess she came outside at some point.

"oh come on you would do the same thing! he stole all our music!" Luke is visibly happier, which pleases Presley, but Julie looks hurt.

Julie explains how they have new music now, with her. She tells them to make sure to be at the school at nine when they go on, then leaves.

"I don't care what Julie says! I'm glad we haunted Bobby." Presley knew Reggie was speaking in the moment, Mr. Leather boy here is practically in love with Julie even if he doesn't show it all that well.

"sure, just go figure out your petty plans and don't be god damn late to the gig. I'll meet u all there," she leaves the boys as they poof off.

🎵 Presley's POV🎵

Little did they know. i have my own plan.

I went back to the studio to get my song book, then poofing back into the upstairs of Bobby's home, out of sight.

Sitting in Bobby's office space I grabbed paper and a pencil and started writing.

"Bobby,

Bobby- Trevor, i don't care. How could you? you steal our songs. mine and luke's, not yours. now guess what? karmas a bitch were fucking ghosts now, so believe it or not i'm right here. explain yourself. explain why, or don't i don't give two fucks. and to think you were like a brother i always wanted, now your daughter (who has my middle name??) is hanging out with MY sister. Imagine if they knew the real you.

from,
Presley Carrie James."

I knew it was dangerous to contact him like this, I didn't know if I was breaking any ghost laws or something by doing this, but my anger is making me. not that i had time to throw the paper away anyways, right as i finished the coward himself walked in

So naturally, I threw the pencil at his head to get his attention.

Bobby read the mean note and started to cry. I would be lying if a part of me was sad to see him cry, but most of me was angry.

I knew, as soon as he wiped his eyes that he wasn't going to explain himself in the way I hoped.

"I cant explain the music." he finally spoke. "i cant, not right now, but i have so much else to say."

Presley was about to get up and leave but what bobby said next made her change her mind.

"I loved you."

"he what?" I thought. "this is how you show love? no wonder Carrie's mom left."

"I loved you. that's why i acted differently when Luke said he had a crush on you in Junior year, when he asked you to prom just a day before I was." he laughs stiffly.

"all those dirty glares towards him, all because of jealousy. I missed you so much I named my daughter after you."

Presley started to tear up, not because she felt bad for him, just her emotions became too much.

"you will never understand why I did what I did, just know your mother knows. She knows now that because of you my music is great, she knows that the reason you left had purpose."

I wiped the tears from my eyes and stormed to the paper, snatching the pencil and writing in dark harsh words,

" OUR MUSIC, IT WILL NEVER BE YOURS."

"I left my mother and died. she moved on, Don't speak another word of her."

End of presley's pov

with that presley stormed out of the room and went back to the studio in order to prepare for the dance.

A/N:
why is it so much harder to write on my phone?
anyways, short chapter because I want the dance to be one chapter all together. SORRY

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-Lee (she/them)