Reginald Peters always wanted a little sister...little did he know that eight years after he died his wish would come true. Now in the year 2020, Rosalina gets a '911' text from her best friend, Julie Molina, and has a crazy, supernatural, run in wi...
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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝙿𝙾𝚅
Rosalina actually woke up early today. She got out of bed and was able to enjoy her nice lovely shower. She quickly changed, humming a song she wrote as she walked down stairs to eat breakfast. "Good morning, sweetie. You're in a good mood." Laura said, smiling at her daughter. "I have a good feeling about today." Rosa shrugged, grabbing an apple. She quickly filled Bailey's food bowl, petting the dog's head. "I've gotta go. Don't wanna pick Julie up late again. Bye, love you." She said, kissing her mom and dad's cheeks before walking out to her car.
She plugged her phone into the aux, hitting shuffle on her playlist. She pulled out of her driveway, making the short drive to Julie's house. "Actually on time for once." She muttered, parking the car. She grabbed her phone and climbed out of the car. She stopped as she saw the guys standing outside the studio. "Oh, hey guys." She smiled, waving. "What are you doing, and why do you guys look so shocked?" She asked, walking over to them.
"We just heard Julie sing and play the piano." Alex answered, looking over at the raven haired girl. "What?! Seriously?" Ro asked, a bright smile taking over her face. The three ghosts nodded. "That's my girl." Ro proudly whispered. "She seemed upset so we poofed out before she noticed us." Reggie spoke. "Yeah, I was gonna give her a hug but someone poofed us out." Alex said, slightly glaring at the lead guitarist.
"Bro, a ghost hug isn't the feel-good moment that you think it is. Alright? Trust me. What Julie needs right now is just a bit of privacy." Luke replied. Rosa rolled her eyes as the boys began to bicker. "You know what? I think you poofed us out because you can't handle when other people cry." Alex said, catching Luke off guard. "I should know. I cried in a room for twenty-five years, and I didn't get a single hug from either of you." Alex continued, his voice slightly cracking.
Ro gave the blonde a sad smile. "If I could touch you, I'd give you a hug." She said. "Thank you!" Alex said, throwing his hands out to his sides. "Alright. Bring it in." Reggie said, opening his arms to hug Alex. "Don't touch me!" Alex stated, holding up a hand to stop the bassist. "This is why no one hugs you." Reggie muttered, earning a small glare from his sister. "Sorry." He mumbled, looking down.
