It was Supposed to be Us

Two

POV-Carlos Reyes

"Sargent Grant, we have reports of a possible murder at 8316 Opalocka Drive," a dispatcher reported over the radio. "Three victims, one teenager."

"Copy that," Athena confirmed.

We had been driving around the Hollywood streets, looking for more than petty crimes such as a burnt out tail light. I turned on the bright red and blue lights, excited for something new to go down.

Murder is bad and nothing good ever comes out of it, but in my four years on the force, I've never been able to work the case. It's exciting.

We drove over to the address given to us by the dispatcher. There were two ambulances in the driveway. No lights. We got out of the patrol car and placed our hands on our holsters before knocking on the door.

"L.A P.D!" Athena shouted through the door.

T.K opened the door. I smiled at him, and he smiled at me before stepping out of the wat for Sargent Grant and myself.

Inside, there were three dead bodies on the living room floor. Furniture was scattered around the room so they could lay there probably for CPR. They were so young. Sixteen, seventeen, maybe eighteen. Way too young to be dead. My heart ached for these three kids and their families. Wonder who has to tell them. . .

"Officer Reyes!" Athena called my name. I turned to her. "You okay?"

"Yeah," I replied honestly. "I'm fine."

"Bobby," she pointed to a boy I didn't notice, "gave us permission to search the house. You do that, I'll start questioning."

I nodded and began searching the house, looking for anything suspicious other than the three out of four bodies lying lifeless in the living room.

POV-Reggie

I was dancing around Bobby in stupid ways trying to get noticed by the cops and firefighters in the room.

"It's this fUckin' idiot right heeereee!" I sang stupidly. "He did iiit! We're dEAd because of this fUckin' idiot right heeereee!"

"Reggie!" Luke yelled.

"What?!" I yelled back, giving up on my dance and song to face him.

"They can't see you, okay?" he said walking up to me and putting his hands on my shoulders.

"Yeah they can," I said with a straight face. Luke looked confused.

"I'm right there," I pointed to my body on the floor.

"Reggie-" Alex started, but stopped, thought for a minute, then continued. "That. . . That's too soon."

"Sorry," I shrugged and smiled.

Everything suddenly hit me. That's my body on the floor. That's the end of my life. These cops are here because Bobby murdered us. Everything crashed into me like a freight train. Everything I've ever wanted to do can never be done. My smile dropped from my face as I leaned onto Luke's chest. At least not everything is gone. I still have Luke. And Alex. I didn't want to do anything anymore as Luke wrapped his arms around me. He placed one hand on the side of my head as I stared at our bodies. His other hand went around my back. Both my arms were tucked to my sides and my hands were folded beneath my chin.

Alex soon joined, wrapping one arm around my body, just above were Luke's arm was. His other arm rested just above mine on Luke's back. Alex placed his chin on my head and then tilted it so he could lean against Luke as well.

It's over. Sunset Curve is gone. Alex Mercer is gone to the world. Luke Patterson is gone to the world. Reggie Peters is gone to the world. We're gone. No parents. No band. No music. No fame. No money. Just gone.

Authors note: really short chapter, but I just wanted to get something out. I've been really stressed lately with school and everything. I'm writing as often as I can. :)