"Maybe it's..."
"Just me and my ghostly guitar."
"And me."
[Julie And The Phantoms]
[OC X OC]
[OC X OC]
[OC X Bobby Wilson/ Trevor Wilson]
[Pre- show through season one]
{#6 in Guitar on 12/10/2020}
{#6 in Oc x Oc on 11/29/2020}
{#3 in Julie and The...
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Chapter Twenty -Eight : Promises Promises October 2020
The house loomed over her like a threat. Sometimes she finds comfort in the white walls, and floor to ceiling windows. But this time the sight of her brother's home braught Stephanie fear, and nervose.
Without thinking she grabbed Reggie's hand, but the boy didn't fight her on it, giving it a quick squeeze and just lightly holding it. Alex exhaled a breath, part of him expected to see it turn white in the air, but unlike the last october he knew, this time he was already made of air. "You think she'll be mad at us?" He asked the question all four were thinking.
Luke closed his eyes trying to steady himself, "Probably. But she's still made of sunshine."
Reggie still hadn't let go of Stephanie's hand, "Made.. made she'll take pity."
Stephanei scoffed, "Yeah, watch as we shock with purple and feel sorry for our stupidity. It might have been 25 years, but she still acts 17 around us."
"She won't be anything other than 17 to us." Alex muttered, letting his eyes travel the building. "No time like the present."
Luke sighed, "No time at all." The four allowed themselves to poof into the building.
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Stephanie still felt a twig of pain when she saw Carrie. Laying around her house made of stone, walls covered in platinum. God if she was still alive she would never have let her brother neglect his kid like this.
"You know. Ghost can still knock." All four former Sunset Curve members jump at the sound of Cheryl's voice. Reggie even let out a scream and let go of Stephanie's hand. Cheryl laughed at the discombobulated sight, "So since you barged into my home like it's 1993 can I ask what you're doing?"
Stephanie's eyes widened. She didn't want to admit what she had done, leaving the only people who could see her behind. A feeling she knew well when she was alive, "Chery....Hey...."
However many years they were apat Cheryl still knew her best friend, and her tones of voice. Ones dragged out in the way Stephanie had just spoken meant she was trying to avoid a conversation, "What did you do?"
