Ghosts {L.P.}

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As she had expected the night prior, Riya was exhausted and felt like a zombie the entire morning. Dragging through her usual routine of waking up felt like it took ten decades rather than ten minutes, every muscle in her body begged her to stay curled into her bed, yet she didn't listen and still rose to her feet.

She made it two steps towards the door before glancing at the corner of her desk, where she had set Luke's flowers in one of their spare vases with just enough water to keep the flowers alive for a couple of weeks. Immediately Riya felt rejuvenated, like she had drank an entire coffee pot in one sitting at the caffeine hit her all at once to energize her tired limbs.

Riya was still coming to terms with just how much effect a single cute dead ghost could have on her.

With the new skip to the step, Riya made her way to the kitchen to find her father already fully awake, a mug filled with coffee in one han a wooden spoon in the other, tossing the scrambled eggs on the stove around while loosely singing Finally Free under his breath.

Silently Riya reached over the table for her daily glass of orange juice, trying to contain her laughter while her father completely butchered the lyrics of Finally Free; however, he got the general beat right, so Riya did have to commend his efforts.

Carrying a seriously off-tune form of the final note of the song, he turned the stove off, gently setting the spoon over the pan to drag towards the table while he danced with mug in hand. He stopped as he saw Riya already sitting at the table, immediately brightening at the sight of her even as she was trying to desperately hide her laughter behind the rim of her glass.

"You're awake! That's great." Riya chuckled while her father pressed a kiss to the top of her head, setting his mug by his own plate to use both his hands to serve the eggs.

"Good morning to you too," Her father served her breakfast while she kept trying to hide her giggles; however, she soon had to spit the juice back out upon noticing how two thirds of the entire pan was stacked fist high on her plate. "Why so much?"

He pointed the wooden spoon at her accusatorially. "You need all the protein you can get because you have a gig to prepare for tomorrow night."

"I do?"

"You do," He confirmed, finishing scraping the remaining eggs off the pan and onto his plate instead. "Ray called, he's Julie's—"

"—Julie's dad. I know." He set the pan aside, his chair scraping against the ground as he pulled it back to sit across from Riya and her too large pile of eggs.

"Well, he's organizing this party at his house with Flynn to film some footage for your band's YouTube. And he called to ask if I was willing to keep everyone in check and also drive you there."

Riya made a mental note to text Julie and Flynn for confirmation of her father's words because if what he said was true they had just about a day to rehearse and finish a new song to present. However, that seemed to be their current way to show up to every show lately, with less than a day's practice and a dream.

It was a good thing they all had a certain degree of talent to get away with it.

"So you're running security? For what? If someone tries to jump in and steal Julie's solo?"

"For anything you rising stars might need. Now finish your food, or you'll be late for school."

Riya eyed her plate, something told her she wouldn't be able to finish the grand amount of breakfast and her father would have to end up eating.