~After Everything~ Jatp

Chapter 7

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-Luke-

After my interesting walk, I head back over to the apartment, hoping it was empty. I walk in and...phew! It is. I should be happy for them, right? I mean they don't remember anything about the band or... me and Julie's oozing chemistry.

Thinking of that made me very upset. I walked back over to the small couch, it wasn't like my other couch at the studio. That one was way more fluffier and the blankets were so soft.

OH MY GOD PATTERSON NOW YOU ARE COMPARING COUCHES!!!

But I'm not going back to that couch anytime soon. I AM DROPPING OUT OF SCHOOL...AGAIN!

I turn on that Netflix thing and start watching random stuff, I need to get caught up in all the trends and stuff anyways. After a little bit of that, I walk over to my 'bedroom'. It is quite small. The bed pushed to the corner with a small nightstand, a few posters, my guitars, a desk, and a few shelves.

I walk over to my desk and see a...new journal? That's not mine. I open it up and see horses and pizza. It's Reggie's.

I flip through the pages, each of them gradually get to have more writing prompts and songs then others. They start getting more serious at the end, like the stranger Reggie wrote them. What was it doing in my room?

I sighed and brought it over to his room, placing it back on his desk. I heard the door open. "LUKE! Were you going through my journal? BOUDNIRES!" Reggie yelled. I rolled my eyes and scurried on over to my room, slamming the door. I throw myself onto the bed, something hard hitting the back of my head.

My journal.

I pick it up and stare. I have had this journal since I got my first guitar when I was fourteen. All I wanted to do was rip it to shreds, but I knew I couldn't do that. I threw it onto a shelf that was hanging on the wall.

It missed, but it opened on this random page filled with doodles of...dahlias?

I walk on over and reach to get it. As I examine the page, I realize it was in my handwriting ...but how? I look at the date.

December 17th 1995

The day we died. The day we met...

Rose.

but how? how would i write something if i died?

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-Julie-

"Where is Luke?" I asked after getting off of Reggie. Alex and Flynn sigh and walk over to the couch. "He was busy with some music thing." Flynn sighed out.

Obviously, I knew that wasn't the reason. Something was definitely up with them, but I just let it go. "Okay let's get started!!" I cheered. Flynn and Alex's faces went wide, like they were expecting me to say something about Luke.

"Sounds good babe." Reggie said pecking my cheek.

After a bit of gagging from the other two, we finally got started. A few hours passed before Reggie and Alex went home. Flynn stayed with me to have a sleepover.

"So, how are you and Reggie?" Flynn asked fidgeting with her fingers. "Good!! Why?" I say taking a bite of my sandwich. "Just wondering."

We stayed silent for awhile. I mean, it's been like two months since I last talked to her. I've been so caught up with Reggie. She finally spoke up. "How about Luke?" She muttered

I don't know how to respond. I mean yeah he's great but Reggie is my boyfriend. It's not right. "What do you mean? He's such a great friend, that's it?" I question. Her face falls with gloomy eyes.

"What's your deal?" I spit out. She looks at me with tears in her eyes. "The Julie I know is deeply in love with that man. Reggie is no good for you, he was like your brother." She quickly spat out, then she got up and ran out the door.

What is wrong with her? Deeply in love with Lucas Patterson? After what he did to us? Leaving our band for a bit to go make out with that brat? Oh heck to the no.

I layer on my bed, wondering what was going on. I looked over to see a box on the tippy top shelf. I remembered I hid it up there so Luke couldn't find it... wait.

Why would I hide it from him if he's never been in my room? Or has ever looked for my dream box? That's weird.

I got up and walked over to it. As I opened the lid, piles of little folded up notes flooded the floor under me. I picked up a lavender colored book from under the box.

I flipped through the pages, most of the entries about some boy I don't remember. My fingers stopped on this random page.

It scribbled out:
Dear Diary, I met a boy! He made my dull heart light up with joy.

Who is this boy?

I grabbed a bright pink pen and scribbled some more to remind me that I didn't know who this dude was, but he sounded amazing.

Dear Diary
We fell apart
(A/n tiktok reference things 🙌🙌)

I shut the book and put it back in its place. I picked up all the little notes and glitter that spilled throughout my floor, but my eyes caught a small folded piece under my bed.

I picked it up and examined it, the creases perfectly aligned with the stripes of the paper. I opened the note, wondering what I will see.

Perfect Harmony.

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A/N

Did I just write this super short chapter on my phone cause i'm in Floridia and don't have my computer?

yes
yes I did

Am i coming back home tomorrow?

yes
yes I am

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