Julie and the Phantoms imagines and prefrences

perfection [Alex]

1994
I hear a knock on the door and go to see who it is.
When I open the door Alex falls into me.
"They hate me. I'm a disgrace, I'm worthless, I'm not normal." He sobs into my chest.
"Shh... its alright."
"No it's not." He says.
I look down at my best friend. We've known each other forever.
"What happened?" I ask pulling him over to the couch.
"I told them and they practically disowned me right in front of my eyes." He says sniffling, "is there something wrong with me?" He cries and my heart breaks.
"No. There is nothing wrong with you. You are perfect. To hell with anyone who has ever told you anything different." I say forcing him to look me in the eyes.
"You should've seen how they looked at me. It was pure disgust. There was loathing in their eyes." He tells me, "my own parents hate me."
And with that he crashes into my chest, shaking with sobs.

2020
Alex and I are sitting on the piano. He telling me about this guy he met.
"He like ran over me, with his skateboard, and I was really angry but then I saw his face and I became a nervous mess." Hes been ranting to me for the past hour.
I really didnt mind, he did this often and I was the only one with the patience to listen to it all.
I was the band's own personal therapist. They went to me with every little problem they had. I knew everyone of their secrets.
This was the reason that they rarely ever crossed me.
After about 45 minutes he stops talking.
"You're a goner." I say simply, hopping off the piano.
"I am arent I?" He says taking his fingers through his hair.
"Hey. You will be just fine." I'm nervous about the next thing that I promised Julie I would tell him, "so...um... theres something I need to tell you."
He looks at me worried and I drag him over to the laptop that's sitting on the piano.
I sign into my profile on it that julie made for me so I could do internet surfing and learn new things about what's happened in the last 25 years.
I go to a bookmarked page and Alex's mom pops up on the screen.
"What is this?" He says going rigid.
"I um found your moms Facebook and I thought you might want to see one of her posts." I say quietly.
"No." He says.
"But Alex-"
"NO!" He says snapping at me. I flinch. He doesnt raise hi voice very often. "I'm sorry it's just i dont think I'm ready."
"I get that. But I also think you might wanna see this."
He looks unsure but nods.
I pull up a post from the day we died this year.
Theres a picture of Alex in a tutu twirling in the living room.
Under the picture it says,
Today is the day I lost me beautiful baby boy. I miss him every day.
I love you Alex.

Alex starts crying. "Did dad post anything or say anything?"
"No. He doesnt have any social media. At least none that I can find."
"Go back." Alex says and I go back to a picture just below the photo at tha top of the page.
"Who's that?"
"I dont know. Maybe they divorced?"
"Hmm."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. It's good to know that she misses me and that she loves me still."
"Why wouldn't she?"
"Well I know she does or the rational part of my brain tells me she does but theres always that little voice in the back of my head y'know?"
"I know. You'll be okay. You'll get through this." I give him a hug.
"Now that'll be fifty bucks."
"I'm sorry what?"
"If I'm gonna be your guyses personal therapist I expect compensation." I joke.
He laughs puts his arm around me as we walk out of the garage.

I just wanna say that no matter what you are perfect. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. No matter your size, shape, color, sexuality, or gender, you are perfect and powerful and you can change the world.
Now go move mountains.
-Izzy💜