Diner Gal | JatP Reggie Peters

Chapter 5

Slight filler chapter but I did need to establish a connection with Reggie, so-

The song used is Breaking Free (HSMTMTS ver. because it fit better), start at 0:42 :)

Enjoy!

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Y/N was nervous, like "I'm gonna have a panic attack but not actually, I'm just being kinda dramatic but-" sort of nervous. The kind of nervous you get when you see a random car driving slowly and your brain goes "They're waiting to kidnap you and then chop up your body and sell it on the black market" even though they're just trying to find a relative's new house. It was 11:00 pm and Y/N had to lock up after staying behind to clean and get everything ready for the next day, the practice room for performers, the display cabinets, putting the chairs up, you name it she did it. Even though she had done the auditions with Cal she still had a shift after that left her here, cleaning and terrified until she could leave.

Y/N always hated having the final shift and having to lock up, usually, they did it in pairs for safety reasons but Noelle had to go home early that day and no one was that eager to stay behind so it ended in Y/N offering to stay behind alone.

Was she an idiot? Probably. Was she going to die or get kidnapped? Highly likely. But was she going to stay because she told Cal she would in order not to be a bother? Obviously.

BANG!

Y/N whipped her head around, bringing her arms up in a defensive stance. Her eyes darted from side to side but caught nothing. She grabbed a glass vase from the centre of a nearby table, it was a shit weapon but a weapon nonetheless. She held it up defensively, "If there's someone over there I hope you don't mind having me smash glass over your head." Okay, well that threat could've been better but it'll make do, Y/N started walking towards where she heard the noise.

Nothing. She looked around, standing on her tiptoes to see over tables, bending her knees to look under them too. Still nothing. Y/N sighed and brought the raised glass down to her side, "Well done, Y/N. You're so paranoid you're hearing things." She mumbled to herself, collapsing on a nearby chair.

"What things are you hearing? I might be able to hear them too!"

Y/N bolted out of the chair, clutching the glass to her chest. She turned around, holding out her glass like a weapon. She sees a figure pop into her vision, standing just shy of the light. She screams and throws the glass at the figure, her brain screaming at her for throwing away her weapon away, smashing it in the process. And it didn't even hit the person.

"Well that wasn't very nice, you would've hit me if I wasn't a ghost!"

Y/N did a double-take when a cheerful-looking Reggie stepped into the light, she sighed before looking at the glass in disdain, now she had to clean that up. "You can't do that! I was about to have a heart attack, and I wanted to at least get somewhere in life before that happens." She jokes, trying to ease her still rapid heart rate.

"You are already are somewhere in life! Your voice reaches people here and touches their hearts, that song you did the other day had everyone in tears." Reggie walks toward her, his arm gestures increasing as he tries to explain his point, Y/N was surprised and more than a little flattered that he seemed to have so much passion toward her talents. Or maybe he was just like that in general, she didn't know him all that well. It had only been a day or so since they had met, it was small but it meant the world to her for an almost stranger to see that in her.

"Oh! And I'm sorry for scaring you, I keep forgetting that we're not invisible to you and also that we are invisible to everyone, it's kinda weird. I mean, no that I'm not grateful, because I am, but I just wonder what is happening sometimes. I'm only able to follow a train of thought for so long before I get distracted and start going on and on...and on...and on about it for ages."