Unfinished Business- A Willex Fanfiction

Chapter 1- After The End

If one were to be standing outside of the Molina's studio, one might see a glowing light coming from inside.

And if one might peek through the small windows lined near the top of the doors, one might see four teenagers, three of them quite literally glowing, hugging each other as they jumped in a circle, letting out laughter and shouts of happiness.

But no one was outside the studio that night, because who in the world is out late on a Wednesday night?

But if one were outside, they might notice the air around them seemed light and joyful. It was even better inside the studio.

Julie was the first to pull out of the group hug. It took her several minutes, as the boys whined and held her tighter whenever she tried to break free.

"Come on, you guys, I have to go," she laughed, trying her best to slide out of the hug.

"But Jules," Reggie protested, sticking out his lower lip, "we just got to hug you! Do you really have to leave already?"

"Yes," Julie said firmly. She tried to back away, but was dragged back into the huddle. Julie huffed in annoyance, blowing out a puff of air. A stray curl flew into the air and landed on her forehead.

"Come on, stay a little longer!" Luke pleaded. "It's been a long night."

Reggie snorted and Luke looked at the bassist in question.

"We almost died for the second time," Reggie said, crossing his arms. "'It's been a long night' is the understatement of the century."

Alex looked away, deep in thought. Reggie was right (please don't tell him Alex even thought that). It had been the most stressful night of their lives (or in the guys's cases, afterlives), even more so then the night they died for real. The curse Caleb put on them was growing stronger as it made the boys weaker and weaker. At first the jolts were bearable. Sure, they hurt like hell, but they didn't hurt that much. After dying, as the boys realized, it takes a lot more to actually cause you physical pain.

But then the jolts got worse. And worse. And worse. They got to the point where the boys could barely stay upright after being shocked, sometimes multiple times at once.

And then Caleb appeared and trapped them in his club, the jolts still worsening by the second. The boys were suddenly standing in front of said magician in uncomfortable suits as the audience roared from a distance.

That entire time, Julie had been on the verge of tears. They were supposed to play at the Orpheum- the Orpheum, for Pete's sake! And the boys had yet to show up. Julie knew they weren't blowing her off (after the band and their friendship almost collapsing she knew they wouldn't do it again) so she assumed that the jolts had destroyed them. She lost all hope and broke down right there in the dressing room. Her boys were gone. She couldn't take it anymore. She ran out and into the street, asking her mom in the heavens what she was supposed to do.

And then the kind stranger gave Julie a dahlia and she was reinstalled with confidence. She was going to perform, even without her boys. After all, that's what the song was about, Bright?

When Julie started singing, she felt a weight lift off her shoulders. She was doing it- she was doing it- and even though the guys were gone she knew they were right there with her the whole time.

When the chorus started and the boys missed their cue- the weight that had been lifted came crashing right back down onto Julie's shoulders. The moment they were supposed to jump in and they didn't was the moment she realized her boys were truly gone. But somehow, she kept her voice steady and a large smile on her face. She was going to do this. No matter what.