🅰 🅿🅻🅰🅸🅳 🅿🆁🅸🅽🅲🅴🆂🆂 - Julie and the Phantoms. Reggie X OC

1. No one else was in the room where it happened.

Reggie finished the last riff in more than me, a new song that Luke and Jullie wrote together that he wasn't particularly fond of. It was a great song and all, but he just couldn't really relate to it. The whole thing was pretty lovey-dovey, and he didn't exactly have any kind of relationship or even hope of one going on himself. To be honest, the song was straight up depressing to him, singing about something so lovely that he could never have. Unless he met a ghost, but there weren't too many of them around. Reggie had always thought about his future girlfriend and even wife, even when he was little he had always looked forward to the idea of starting a family and having that one person that just gets you and you can build a life together with, make memories that you can look back on when you're too old to remember the details. Not a typical tween boys headspace that's for sure but that was just Reggie, a hopeless romantic from the start, who couldn't have a romance of his own. He guessed that's just the harsh truth when you're a ghost.

But maybe his guess was wrong.

After the last harmony vocal, he was invisible again. He pretended to be a background dancer while Julie and Luke finished off the song. Waving his arms and hips as if he wanted to be Beyonce.

The gym began to clear once the song was over, and the principal had assured the students that the vending machine would be working again by the end of the day. Luke and Alex ran after Julie as she headed to get her stuff ready for class but Reggie decided to stay and wallow in his lonely feelings for a little longer. He sat on the edge of the stage swinging his legs back and forth humming a little tune to himself, maybe he could use it for a song one day, he thought.

That was when he saw her, she wore a red plaid pinafore skirt, with a matching scrunchie holding half of her chin-length hair in a folded, bun type shape. Her hair itself was a copper mix between wavy and curly. Eyes were green with freckles sprinkled beneath them, glazing her pink cheeks. Her lips, in comparison to her checks, were a darker, pinkish-red that tied in sensationally with the rest of her features. They were the part, second to her freckles he couldn't seem to take his eyes off. Not for any of the wrong reasons, no, simply because the shade of them was so delightfully unique. They seemed a natural kind of vibrant that he had never come across before, making him almost certain it had to be lipstick. Surely a best seller at that. 

She was the kind of girl that could make any ghost think that they had died and actually gone to heaven. The kind of girl that you could write a whole album about. She was impeccably gorgeous, incredibly beautiful, and she was, staring into his eyes?

Reggie whipped his head around to see whoever was next to him, which student was lucky enough to share such a romantic gaze with her. There was no one, well except for one guy in the corner, head down and eyes glued to his phone, oh humans. Anyway, he was out of her sight's direction. Reggie was more than confused, partially convinced his matterless mind was playing tricks on him. Humouring his sanity, he placed a hand on his chest and mouthed the word 'me?' across the room. The girl nodded with a giggle and blushed. The quiet sound was swallowed by the huge space, inaudible from where he sat. She looked down quickly at her backpack that was resting on her leg, fiddling with the zipper when she was saved from any further awkwardness by the bell.

Reggie just kept staring at her, mouth ajar, until she had walked out the door. Could you blame him, he had a million questions, was she psychic, or a ghost, if she was then why was she at school? Maybe she missed high school like he did, maybe she died before she got to have the experience, maybe that's her unfinished business and maybe, maybe he was thinking too far into things. 

He couldn't let his psycho brain win, so he would try to let it go, listen to country music and try to forget about the girl with big mysterious green eyes. After all, it was probably all in his head. But don't say he wouldn't still write a song about the strange occurrence, because he definitely would. Songwriting helped Reggie get through his emotions, he acted silly and without a care in the world often, but that was only thanks to songwriting. Otherwise, he would let stress get on top of him and weigh him down until he was honestly a pain to be around. He hated ever being that serious, freaked out person. Music let him get it all out, and take away the control anxiety could have.