Your band Friday Fire just broke up. Without a band, you have no idea how you're going to keep doing the one thing you love: music. You can't help but feel like there's something missing in your life. That is until Luke, Reggie, and Alex pop into yo...
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You stood there in your garage, jaw-dropped, the reality of the situation slowly starting to sink in. You looked closely at the photo, comparing the details of the image to the boys standing before you.
Reggie had dark hair, a leather jacket, black skinny jeans, and a red flannel tied around his waist. He really had that "rockstar" aesthetic down. Alex was tall, blonde, strong-looking, and somehow also managed to look kind, like the kind of guy who gives good hugs. Wait, can ghosts hug? you wondered.
And then there was Luke. He stood there with his hands in his pockets, staring at you beneath the long hair hanging over his eyes, at least the pieces that fell out of his beanie. You noticed he was wearing a cutoff tshirt and, where sleeves should be, instead were strong, defined muscles. You locked eyes. He shot you a grin and that was the first time you saw his gorgeous smile.
Reggie cleared his throat. "What are you staring at?
You snapped out of it, still feeling conflicted about this situation. "I just can't believe this. There's no way. There's no such thing as cute ghosts."
Reggie smirked and crossed his arms. "Oh you think we're cute?"
Wow I really am losing it, you thought. You rolled your eyes and took out your cellphone.
"Whoa what are you doing?" Luke asked, confused at your iPhone. "What is that?"
"It's my phone," you said. "I'm looking up Sunset Swerve."
"SUNSET CURVE!" all three of them corrected.
A few taps later you landed on an LA TIMES article from 1995. SUNSET CURVE: A HOLLYWOOD TRAGEDY. After reading through the first few sentences of the article, you realized the guys have been telling the truth.
"This is insane," you said, "you guys really did die. I'm...so sorry..."
"It was supposed to be the show of our dreams," Luke said, kicking at the ground.
Reggie hung his head, looking at the ground. Alex put his arm around Luke's shoulders, trying to comfort him. They were all clearly upset.
"Look I'm really sorry this happened to you, I am," you said. "But this just has nothing to do with me. I don't know who you came here to haunt, but honestly I'm already going through a lot as it is so I would appreciate it if you just left me alone."
It felt harsh coming out of your mouth, but you had to say it. You were still grieving your mom and now grieving the death of your own band. Plus high school is hard enough as it is! Adding being haunted by three ghost boys? No thanks! Even if they are handsome...
You turned to exit the garage and stormed out, guitar in hand.Luke tried to teleport in front of you again, but you passed right through him. It was a strange feeling. You felt cold for a brief moment. But you also felt connected. Like a piece of your soul and his became intertwined. You felt like you could see deep into each other's inner feelings and thoughts, just for a second.
