Just Two Ghosts

Part 8

I poofed into the studio. Luke was sprawled out on his couch writing in his song book and Reggie was sitting on a chair, tuning his bass.

Luke and Reggie both looked up as they heard my feet hit the floor.

"Dude! Why have you been gone for like over twenty-four hours and you didn't bother to tell any of us?!" Reggie asked pulling the strap to his bass from his shoulders, setting it down, and running at me, engulfing me in a hug.

"Oh... that. Well," I pulled away from Reggie and looked over at Luke who was still sprawled out on the couch with a pen in his mouth. "I thought Luke would tell you all where I had been and what had happened since he came and just poofed right to Willie's apartment!" I raised my voice, glaring at him.

He turned his head. "Tell Julie and Reggie that you and Willie were doing it? No thanks."

"Oh my god. No! That is not at all what we were doing. Dear, lord." I wanted to smack Luke in the face because let's be honest. Haven't we all wanted to a time or two... maybe more?

"Wait... you spent the night... at-"

I shut Reggie up before he could say anything else. "I accidentally fell asleep in Willie's bed. Why do we have to make a big deal of this?"

"Accidentally." Luke mocked me.

"We were watching a movie and I fell asleep in Willie's arms. This is why we never worked as a couple!" I yelled at Luke.

"Wait. You two dated?" Reggie asked right as Julie walked in.

"What is all the commotion- Alex you're back!" Julie ran to give me a hug.

I returned the hug because who can't give up free hugs?

"Jeez. You guys act like I've been gone for like a week."

"It feels lonely not having you around. NOW SPILL!"

"Spill?" I was confused by Julie's words.

"Tell us what happened!"

So that's what I did. I told the band what had happened. It was nice really. Just to rant on and on about Willie and how adorable he is.

We talked about other things like gigs and how Julie's day was going that I didn't realize what time it was. I said goodbye to everyone and left hoping that Willie wouldn't kill me for being back later than I had told him. The feeling of my anxiety burned inside me as I poofed into his apartment. But it's just my anxiety... right? Willie wouldn't hate me for being a couple hours late than what I told him... maybe?

As I landed in his apartment I saw Willie pacing the living room. Oh the runway. We both walk it worrying about each other.

Willie finally looked up and saw that I was standing there. "Where were you?!" He crossed the room to me. "I was getting so worried. My jolts have been getting worse and-" Willie fell, a jolt struck him causing him to hit the floor.

I quickly ran to him, pulling him into my lap. "Are you okay? Where does it hurt?" A million questions flying from my mouth a second.

"It hurts all over." Willie sucked in through his teeth.

"Hey. Hey, stay with me." I didn't know what to do and here Willie was, practically dying in my arms.