Stormy Days To Drown Out The Screams - Luke Patterson

Chapter 7

Disclaimer - I do not own jatp sadly. I only own Sofia. Also the song she sings is all my friends are fake by Tate McRae, explicit mentioning of bullying in the second part of this chapter (basically after she goes back to the studio while the boys are at the beach, this will make sense when you read it)

"Wait so is Instagram like a new way to weigh stuff? Like a gram but instant?" Reggie asked, totally confused as I tried to bring the boys up to speed. They were struggling and honestly it was killing me. How can you not know what Instagram is? Also when were grams not instant? 

"It's a social media platform where you basically put photos and videos and other peoples can see it and like it and stuff," I tried my best to explain. Patience was never my strong suit and these boys are testing it to its limits. 

"2020 is so confusing," Alex remarked, "like there's so much stuff to remember."

"You have no idea," I muttered. "We have literally just started the basics." The boys looked at each other incredulously as I groaned at the thought of everything I would have to teach them. You know what, I'm just gonna make them watch a bunch of movies and they can figure shit out from them. Good plan? Good plan. 

"There's more to learn?" Luke groaned. "I don't think my brain can handle it."

"Yeah, it must be challenging for your one brain cell to remember all this," I remarked jokingly. Luke gasped in mock offence, clutching his heart dramatically. 

"You wound me, Fia," he responded. 

"Fia?" I repeated. Did he just give me a nickname? 

"Yeah, you know Sofia, Fia. It kinda fits," he explained awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand, "but if you don't like it, I won't call you by it."

"It sounds like fear," I commented. 

"Yeah, didn't think of that."

"Didn't expect you to, Lukas. God knows that solo brain cell doesn't need anything else to worry about." Luke pulled a face at me and I grinned. "But I like it." He smiled at me, eyes sparkling in the sunlight. "Anyway boys, I got to go read some wattpad so I'll see you guys later. Try not to get into any afterlife-threatening trouble without me. Don't do stupid shit and if you do decide to, come and get me first so we can all do stupid shit together." 

"What's wattpad?" Reggie asked, confusion splashed across his face. 

"Sacrilegious," I muttered, shaking my head in disapproval before poofing into my room. 

Flopping onto my bed with a sigh, I stared up at my ceiling. What was I doing here? How did the boys get here? Why can they be seen by Julie and I can't be? Is Sofia even like my true name or did my parents make a mistake when choosing my name? Damn. What was that. Mid-Afterlife crisis? Is that a thing? It is now. "Hey Mom," I spoke into the silent room, knowing that she probably couldn't hear me, wherever she was, but needed to talk to someone all the same. "It's been a while since we last talked. A lots happened since then. There's these three boys, all musicians, that now live in the studio. You'd like them, I think. Maybe you know them, they were probably playing the Hollywood club scene when you were going to clubs. Luke, Alex and Reggie. They ate some shi - bad - hotdogs and died. Apparently they got stuck in a room for 25 years or something and now they're here. And Julie can somehow see them which I really don't get. It's so unfair. I've been wanting for her to see me for months and they just show up and she can see them? How does that even work?"

"I've known the boys for like a day but I just feel so...I don't know...connected to them, I guess? If that even makes sense. Like I've known them my whole life. And I'm so fricking- sorry - terrified. I just feel like they're gonna be like everyone else and like me for a day and then ignore me and abandon me. I don't wanna get attached but these are the first people I've talked to in literal months and I'm just so lonely. I wish you were here. You always know what to do. I miss you so much, Mom." I was tearing up by the end of my rant and I quickly blinked back the tears. Picking up my phone, I opened up wattpad, finding a random mafia story and clicking on it, losing myself in the tale of some made up girl and how she found out that she had seven brothers who just so happened to be in the mafia. I hated that I loved these.