Ghosts {L.P.}

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Riya alongside Julie and Flynn spent the entire way to Trevor Wilson's house running in a rushed sprint, only taking small breaks here and there to breathe and rest for long enough to regain their strength and begin running once more.

She was certainly giving the boys a stern talking to after making her and Julie worry as much as they were.

By the time they reached the incredibly tall gates of Trevor Wilson's mansion every last inch of Riya's body was a hair away from breaking into a gross sweat, her black t-shirt absorbing most of the heat out of the sun and making her even hotter than she should've been.

"That wasn't here last time." Riya looked up to where Flynn was pointing at, shielding her eyes from the sunlight with her hand. Barbed wire, there was literal barbed wire lining the top of the wall.

And Julie was already climbing.

Riya couldn't help but admire her tenacity in being able to convince herself to climb a fence with barbed wire just to help her friends. Yet Riya didn't quite share the same eagerness in the situation, nevertheless she still climbed, careful to not have any of her clothing stuck in the pin sharp wire.

Dropping with a thud, Riya only barely managed to catch herself with the palm of her hands before she face planted on the pathway to Trevor Wilson's house, that would've been far more embarrassing than openly admitting to climbing a fence and potentially breaking into a house.

On the bright side, her clothes all seemed perfectly intact, on the not-so bright side Riya's palms were lightly scraped from the hit.

"Ow! Jeez!" Julie helped Flynn on to her feet, while Riya tried flattening her wild hair against her head. If she was about to meet Trevor Wilson she wouldn't meet him looking like the mess she felt like, no matter how bad of a person he was.

"Couldn't we just have knocked or something?" Riya complained, but Julie was having none of it, already latching on to her friends' wrists dragging them towards the massive black door.

"Come on."

Reluctantly Flynn and Riya followed, stepping over every little patch of grass in case Trevor Wilson had some sort of emotional attachment to it. Riya knew nothing about rock stars, for all she knew Trevor could've been into eating grass to have the same diet as a cow, Riya didn't want to offend him in any other way aside from already trespassing into his home.

Flynn suddenly tripped over one of the askew steps towards the door, Julie and Riya rushing to her aid only to be waved always "Don't stop. Go. Keep on going. Just go. Go, go, go..."

The pair listened before returning to their rushed step towards the now menacing black door. For all they knew the guys could've already been burning half the house down, which seemed much too malevolent for them, maybe they just smashed some things and left refrigerator doors open so Trevor's food spoiled.

"Just so you know this counts as trespassing." Julie didn't seem to care in the slightest, finger already pressing the doorbell.

As Julie lent sideways to spy inside the house through the wall sized window, Riya looked around in a futile effort to find a phasing ghost through the wall. She had hoped to find any sign of the guys, only to see more and more concrete with carefully trimmed plants, her initial judgment of Trevor Wilson's house was right, it was too perfect to be too.