HEAD OVER HEELS; reggie peters x fem!reader

[ 10. twelve o'clock ]

y/n's pov

"They made eight more Star Wars movies, and they killed Han Solo?" Reggie was heartbroken at the news he found out from this couple. Luke sighed beside me. "What kind of future is this?"

He then ran off all sad.

"We found out, like, two weeks ago, okay?" Luke explained. "We just didn't have the heart to tell him."

"But just please don't mention Jar Jar." I added and the couple nodded. "I don't know what he'll do."

Luke then looked back as Willie left the table. We walked over to Alex.

"Oh, you got a crush on Willie." Luke realized.

"What? No. No, man, no. We're just..." Alex denied.

"Alex, I'm happy for you." Luke said and I nodded in agreement.

"You guys are not gonna believe this," Reggie was back beside us. "but someone just told me they added a character named Jar Jar. What's a Jar Jar?"

"I take it you kids are enjoying yourselves?" Caleb walked back over to us and we jumped out of our seats. Reggie smoothed down the front of his leather jacket.

"Yeah, I mean, you'd have to be insane to have a bad time here." Luke answered for us.

"Well, entertainment is our specialty." Caleb said with a wide smile. "So now, I understand there's something I can help you with."

"Yeah, we hope so. There's an old buddy of ours who ripped us off big time," Reggie explained. "and we wanna make things right."

"Yeah. We wanna look him in the eyes and make him admit what he did to us." Luke went on.

"So if you could make us visible, that would be perfect." Alex finished.

"Please?" I added. My grandma always made sure I used my manners.

"Well, sure, I could do that, but we're at a party." Caleb said. "Why focus on those who have wronged us when we're among friends? Now, I understand that the four of you are talented musicians. I doubt... your dream is to settle a score. No, your dreams are bigger than that! You're like me, born to perform music in front of sold-out crowds."

Caleb snapped his fingers and a waiter came by with a chair for him. "Please sit."

We did.

"What if I were to tell you that with a wave of my hand, you could share the spotlight with me... and join my house band?"

"We already have a band though." I told him and Luke chuckled lightly.

"Yes. Yes. But when you're done performing, you disappear. You cease to exist." Caleb said. "No bows. No... no soaking up the applause. No real connection with the audience. Yeah? Here the audience knows what you are, and more importantly, they know how special you are."

"Well, it could be cool to play here." Luke said.

"Oh, it's... it's not just here. We party like this all over the world. Tonight, Hollywood. Tomorrow, Paris." Caleb raised his arms as he spoke.

"Oh là là."

"It is... all of your dreams come true... forever."

We all stared in thought.

"I'm gonna give you some time to think about it." Caleb stood up. "Oh, by the way, make sure you try the sliders. They're to die for."

"W-W-We can eat?" Reggie asked excitedly.

"Here you can." He snapped his fingers and walked off as three large platters were put on our table. One with sliders, one with pizza and one with meatball subs.