Julie, Y/N and the Phantoms

🎶Chapter One🎶

Y/N pov.

We were walking towards our house, me, my dad and my brother were having a great time, we were laughing, singing and joking around. That hadn't happened a lot since our mom passed away.

Though our joy didn't last as long as we had wanted when suddenly I heard someone scream, and Julie came running up to us. She had a scared look on her face.

"Julie are you okay? It looks like you've seen a ghost" Dad told her laughing. She wasn't laughing along with him. Instead she shot him an angry look.

"Not cool!" She grunted and she quickly  ran to her bedroom. Maybe she had actually seen one, now THAT would make a good story.

"I'll go and check it out" I sighed, and I ran to my little sister's room.

A/n for the sake of the story Julie is 16 because I don't know her real age.

"Julie what's wrong?" I asked worried, she just shook her head, grabbed a cross from her wall and walked out of her room.

I was so worried, jullie had been so off lately, ever since our mom died she stopped music, we used to play together, our voices matched perfectly.

I played piano, or guitar, but since Julie played piano I usually played the latter.

I sat there for a couple of minutes and then left my sisters room not wanting to intrude her own space. That was a sort of rule in our house. We always asked if we could enter a room or not. That way we could keep our privacy.

Then our little brother Carlos walked up to me and asked, "Wanna go see what julie's up to? I have to call her for dinner anyway"

He had a sort of evil look on his face. I laughed, ruffled his hair and followed him to the studio. Mom and dad had made it an awesome place. Apparently it had been more like a shack when they had moved in.

"You died in 1995 when your were 17, it's now 2020" i faintly heard Jules say.

"So this is the future?" A boys voice asked.

"Who's that in the studio with Julie?" I wondered out loud.

"Right? She's so weird, just talking to herself, I bet she's going cray cray." Carlos replied with a smug look on his face while making a circle against his sleep with his finger.

He couldn't hear the boy? What kind of prank was this?

"Wait so it's been 25 years? I have been CRYING for TWENTY-FIVE YEARS?" The same voice asked astonished.

"Well you're a very emotional person" another voice said mockingly.

"I am NOT" the first voice said with a hint of sadness edged into the words.

"Okay she's been quiet for a while now, let's go in" Carlos spoke confidently, "let me do the talking Y/N that's what I do" he said before walking in. I chuckled softly before following him.

Julie was in there standing in front of three, boys, very cute boys dare I say. But Carlos didn't seem fased by the three strangers at all. Weird.

"I thought you were afraid to come out here? Are you talking to your ghost friend? How does he look? Is he hideous?" Our brother asked.

"I expect him to be, I mean most ghosts are" I played along in Carlos' weird game. It was kinda fun.

"He can see you." The blonde boy commented to the boy in the white shirt and a leather jacket with a smile.

"No, he can't" Julie said with a weird look.