ghost-boy | julie & the phantoms

( four ) traitor

"Well, if it isn't the traitor."

"Are you going to say that every time you see me?" The brunette groans, shutting her locker before turning to her sister and her boyfriend. "I told you that it was only a one time thing, I was only trying to help Julie get her spot in the school back."

"Looked like a lot more than that to me." Carrie says, folding her arms over her chest. "But you made a commitment to Dirty Candy. Our group, the group that we have been dreaming about creating since we were ten."

"Our group?" Amelie scoffs softly. "You mean, your group. I'm just a back-up dancer."

"No, you're a vocalist and record the instrumental."

"I barely even sing and no one will ever know who plays the music if they aren't seen playing it," Amelie says, rolling her eyes.

"Well, you made a promise." Carrie says, making the girl groan. "You promised that you would stick with me through this."

"Maybe some promises are meant to be broken." Amelie says, making Carrie's nose flare a bit. "Look, i'm not gonna quit the band, all right? But you don't get to march up to me and call me a traitor even when I've stuck with you for this long."

"F-fine, i'm sorry."

Amelie just gives the girl a curt nod before walking away, letting out a long breath as she spots a familiar face.

"Miah, hi. I–" The boy never let the girl finish, walking away before she could even get a word out. "Okay."

"Maybe you should write him a song."

"Jesus, Luke. Please stop doing that." Amelie says softly, looking around awkwardly at the people who looked at her weirdly. "What are you doing here?"

The girl holds her phone up to her ear as if she were calling someone, attempting to hide the fact that she was talking to a ghost.

"I was thinking, if this guy is the reason you don't want to join our band or something, why don't you write him a song like what we did for Flynn?"

"I'm not like you guys, I can't song write like you." Amelie sighs. "Besides, you arranged 'Flying Solo' from a poem Julie wrote. The only poems I wrote about Jeremiah were about how I felt when we were together, I don't want to give him the wrong idea."

"Maybe that's exactly what he needs. A reminder about that times he was there for you." Luke says, making Amelie give him a confused look. "Then you can tell him that you'll be there for him and that you appreciate him and stuff."

"You really think that'll work?"

"It'd work on me." Luke says, a charming grin on his face, making the girl's heart skip a bit. "Hey, are you gonna come to the dance tonight? We're gonna be performing."

"Yeah, I heard." Amelie chuckles. "But i'll definitely be there to cheer you guys on."

"Well, would you save me a dance?" Luke jokes, making the girl chuckle softly.

"Sure, ghost-boy, as long as it's not a slow song, people might think it's weird." Amelie jokes back, making both of them chuckle before her disappears, leaving her flushed and smiling.

Soft hums and the sound of a piano fills the room, a small smile on the girl's face as she runs the lyrics through her head.

She hasn't actually written a song with lyrics in a long time so doing it now made her think of a lot of happy memories.

Unbeknownst to the girl, three ghosts had accidentally teleported into her room and were watching her get lost in her own world.

Confused to what she was doing in the house of the man who stole their songs, they looked around her room until they came across a polaroid of her, Trevor, and Carrie.

Amelie was young and had a bright smile on her face as she hugged a tiny white violin in her arms. At the bottom of polaroid, Amelie wrote 'When dad bought me my first violin'.

"Dad." The three ghosts gasp simultaneously, making the girl quickly turn around.

"What are you guys doing in my room?" Amelie says, standing up from her bench. "No, what are you guys in my house?"

"Bobby is your father?"

"Trevor Wilson is my adoptive father, my mom got a sperm donor so i don't know who my actual father is but—"

"No, no. Trevor's real name is Bobby and he was part of Sunset Curve." Luke says, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I've known him my whole life, he's never even mentioned it." Amelie says, folding her arms over her chest.

"Figures, he probably didn't want his daughter knowing that he was a thief." Reggie says, nudging Luke with his shoulder.

"What?"

"He stole our songs. Songs that I wrote, songs that meant everything to me." Luke says, taking a step closer to her, making her stand up a bit straighter.

"My dad would never do something like that." Amelie says in disbelief. "He-he's a good man and—"

"Jace," Luke reaches out to grab the girl's shoulder, sighing when his hand just goes straight through her. "Look, fine, don't believe us, but why don't you ask him yourself. Ask him about 'Sunset Curve' or why he has a song called 'My Name is Luke'."

Amelie just turns away, back towards her piano, making Luke sigh once again before vanishing with the rest of the guys.

The brunette turns back around, walking over to her bed before crouching down to grab something from under bed.

She pulls out a light blue box, placing it on her bed before lifting the lid off. A small smile graces her face as she pulls out a picture of her mother holding her when she was just a baby.

A big, bright smile on her face as she looks down at the baby. Amelie reaches up to touch her necklace as she traces the same necklace that her mother wore in the picture.

She sniffles a bit, placing the picture to the side before pulling out a folded piece of paper. Her eyes scanned the paper until she found the part that she was looking for.

Don't get me wrong, Bobby, I'm still upset about what you did and I still don't support what you're still doing, but you were there for me when I needed you and you are the last thing I have of them. I want you back in my life and that's why I'm writing this letter.

I want you to be my daughter's godfather. I know that this is kind of out of nowhere, but I really do miss you.

Get back to me when you can.

Love,
Melody-Faith Acosta

"What have you done, dad?"