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
After stopping by Julie's and grabbing the song Luke wrote about his mother, Rosalina made her way to the Patterson household. She let out a heavy sigh, climbing out of her car and walking up the driveway. She tightly held onto the song, stopping in front of the door. She bit her lip and hesitantly reached out to ring the doorbell. As she was about to push the doorbell, Luke poofed next to her. "Luke!" She exclaimed with wide eyes. Luke's head whipped to the side at the familiar voice.
His brows furrowed at the sight of the raven haired girl. "What are you doing here?" he asked. Ro turned so she was completely facing the ghost. "OKay, look." She started. "I-I just wanted to know more about you, you know, just curious. Um..." Luke took a few steps towards her as she spoke. Rosa glanced down at her feet before looking back up and locking eyes with Luke.
"So, I-I came here last week on your birthday." She muttered, shifting on her feet. "You were spying on me?" Luke questioned. Rosa looked down, pursing her lips as she nodded. "Even after all of your speeches about boundaries? You were spying on me?" Luke asked, taking another step towards the girl.
"I know." Ro sighed, sagging her shoulders. "I'm sorry. It was wrong. But I'm worried about you." She replied. "Well, you don't have to be." Luke said, turning and walking to the edge of the porch. "I get it." Ro spoke, causing Luek to turn back towards her. "I know how hard it is when you want to speak to someone you love and can't. Because for the first sixteen years of my life...I felt that way every day. And I never met Reggie." She said.
Luke sighed, stepping towards Rosa again. "But I don't even know what I'd say to her, even if she could hear me." He replied. "Yes, you do." Ro nodded. "You've already said it." She said. Luke furrowed his brows in confusion, not understanding what the raven haired girl ment. Ro smiled, eyes locked with Luke's as she stepped closer to him, only a few inches between them. "Trust me." She whispered. Luke looked down at her, and without breaking eye contact, he reached over, ringing the doorbell.
