It was Supposed to be Us

One

POV-Reggie

I floated out of my body, but didn't go anywhere. I stood in front of Alex and Luke, and my own body. Luke was crying. Why? I'm right here, can't he see me? Alex started crying too. I'm right here, why can't they see me? I mean, yeah, my body is there, but I'm still standing right in front of them. Just look up guys.

I watched Alex's body loose all life. I looked around. If I'm here, where's Alex? I looked around the room again, and then Alex appeared next to me. Just to my left.

"Alex?" I breathed out, afraid he couldn't see me.

"Reggie?" Alex turned to me.

"We were gonna make it," Luke muttered.

Alex and I looked at him. My heart shattered knowing he watched us both die, and couldn't do anything about it. And broke even more knowing he didn't know we're right in front of him.

Luke appeared between Alex and I. We were standing now the way we had died. I didn't hesitate to throw myself onto Luke hugging him tightly. My force threw him into Alex, who wasn't expecting it and we all went tumbling to the floor. I was laughing but crying, and so was Luke and Alex. Luke hugged me back and Alex hugged us both.

"Damn it," Luke pushed me off of him and sat up. "You two scared me."

"Scared you?" I asked. "I scared myself to death."

"That-" Alex started. "That- No. Too soon."

I shrugged. "Sorry."

Bobby came back into the room humming.

"Oh no," he said sarcastically. "My bandmates. They're dead. How could that have happened."

"Can I kill him?" Luke asked us.

"Not in public," Alex replied.

"What?" I asked.

"If he's gonna kill Bobby, he better make sure it's not in public," Alex explained.

I nodded.

POV-Bobby

I picked up the phone and called 9-1-1. Now I put on a fake face and act like this hurts me.

"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" a young woman answered the phone.

"Help!" I cried out. "My friends! I think they're dead!"

"Ok, honey," the girl replied calmly into the phone. "I'm gonna need you to calm down. You said "friends" plural, correct."

"Yes," I fake sobbed.

"Ok, how many are there?" she asked.

"Three," I tried to sound as scared and sad as possible.

"Where are they?" she sounded so calm, it made me want to laugh.

"On the floor, in the living room. 8316 Opalocka Drive. I don't know how long they've been like this!" I lied about the last part, it's been five minutes. Past resuscitation.

"What's your name?" she asked randomly.

"Uhm," The question had caught me so far off guard I had to think about it. "Bobby."

"Bobby, my name is Grace," Grace replied. "Do you know how to check for a pulse?"

"Yeah," I said. "Below the jaw, on the neck."

"Correct, can you check your friends' pulses?"

I did as I was told. I felt nothing on all three of them.