ONLY FRIEND; reggie peters {REWRITING}

band circle

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when julie and stasie entered the garage hand in hand, the three boys were lounging on the couches, clearly in a mood.

"snap out of it!" julie exclaimed. her loud voice started the blond boy, making him slip off the couch.

"jeez, i think you broke alex." reggie mumbled.

"do you guys want to cross over or what?" julie asked.

"we're going to help you." stasie added.

"so, get it together!" julie finished off while clapping her hands.

"they're never gonna let us play the orpheum." luke mumbled.

"not with that attitude." stasie frowned and crossed her arms.

"we're nobody." alex stated.

"we're less than nobody." reggie added on, "we have no bodies."

"somebody once told me that you don't ask for permission." julie spoke, "you book gigs by doing."

reggie grinned, "that was me."

"no, it wasn't." julie told him.

"no, it wasn't." luke echoed.

"yes, it was." reggie whispered, making stasie chuckle.

"this isn't over." julie voiced, "we were brought together for a reason: to help each other."

"yeah, but like luke said, people don't just play the orpheum because they want to." alex pointed to the brunette sitting beside him.

julie shrugged, "people don't, but ghosts do."

stasie grinned, "so... are you guys in?"

the three boys shared a look of eagerness and grinned.

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as stasie walked up the concrete stairs in julie's backyard, she was stopped by reggie appearing in front of her.

she gasped and stepped back, startled. "jeez, reg."

he chuckled, "sorry."

"i uh... wanted to apologise." stasie explained.

"what for?" he asked, frowning.

"when you told me about your fate yesterday, i panicked and kicked you out my room." she reminded him, "when i should have comforted you."

"it's fine." reggie chuckled, "i understand."

"are we alright?" stasie quizzed, "i-i mean, are we cool?"