shifted. - julie and the phantoms

5. wake up.

"Y/n. Are you coming?" I hear a soft voice say.

"No. Leave me alone," I mutter quietly before pulling the covers back over my face. "Bro. Are you serious? I didn't wanna have to do this again but..." I hear the voice fade out for a moment before suddenly feeling a plush like texture hit me in the back. "It's the only way that even wakes you up anymore." they breathe out. I quickly recognize this familiar event and I frantically sit up from under the blankets.

"Get up!"

My eyes widen at the sight of Julie sitting there on my bed. Giving me a strange look, at that.

"Hey. Okay, sorry but you would've been mad if I didn't wake you up for our senior year judgment day. So don't look at me like that." She tries her best to explain herself.

Judgment day. I remember it being a day that our school did when the school year first starts. Julie and I attended a high school with an arts program, judgement day is so our teachers can decide whether or not we have the ability to be put back into said program.

I continue to sit there, staring at her in disbelief. I refuse to believe the fact that, I'm still sitting here. I get caught up in my own thoughts for a brief moment before I finally recognize that Julie is trying to say something.

"Hello? Y/n? Dude, what's wrong with you?" She gives a sassy remark under her breathe in return to my weird behavior, getting up from off of my bed and walking over into the closet on the other side.

"Are you gonna get dressed? We have to leave in like thirty minutes."

"Um. I- Yeah, yeah. Just give me a second." I stutter out.

"Okay?" She awkwardly replies, grabbing her clothes off a nearby shelf and walking out of the room to go get ready.

I take a moment to collect myself before finally standing up and walking into the big, brightened, walk-in closet.

"What the hell am I supposed to wear? It's not like I have any clothes here-" My thoughts dim out as I look around the beautifully, filled, room and turn to find an entire side of the closet dedicated to my clothing. Everything I could have ever wanted in a style, right in front of me.

My eyes light up. "No way," I whisper to myself, going to pick out an outfit before hearing a slightly familiar whooshing sound coming from behind me.

"I thought she'd be in here?"

"Hm, I dunno."

I quickly turn my head, peeking my head out of the closet to find the three ghost boys I'd just so happen to summon yesterday.

Oh god.

I roll my eyes and walk out quietly, each of them having their back turned, looking at old pictures of me and Julie.

"Aww. Look how little she was!" Reggie exclaims.

Alex and Luke each smile at each other.

"What are you guys doing?" I question, crossing my arms over my chest.

They each swiftly turn around, Reggie trying his ultimate best to cover the picture he was looking at on my vanity for whatever reason.

I Ignore it and turn my attention back to the boys themselves.

"Oh uh, good morning!" They all shout in unison.

"Good morning, losers." I greet them playfully.

Luke rolls his eyes and comes around and jumps onto my bed.

"What ya up to?" He asks, the brown-haired boy laying on his stomach and resting his face into the palms of his hands, cheekily smiling up at me. Swaying his feet back and forth behind him.