A story in which Julie Molina has a sister named Elli.
Julie starts to see three ghosts from the band sunset curve and they soon become great friends.Together they start a band called Julie and the Phantoms.
But what happens when she finds out her l...
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Elli's POV
"By the way... Do you -by any chance - know where Reggie is? I don't want to meet him. I wouldn't know what to say to him. Please don't ask me why. I wouldn't know what to say" I ask Alex. He told me where Luke is and he is sitting next to me, but he never mentioned where Reggie is. I'm not ready to talk to him yet. I don't even know what got me to talk to Alex.
But I'm happy I did. I feel like Alex and I could be great friends. I like his personality. He's fun. Obviously I don't know much about them yet. Let's see what the future has to hold. Maybe he can help me prepare to talk to Reggie.
Reggie. I know his name now. It's not just leather jacket anymore. It's Reggie. I still like to call him leather jacket boy though. It has a nice ssound to it. I quite like it.
"No, sorry, I don't know where he is. Well, not exactly. He went to the house with Luke, but I doubt Luke let him stay with him. Not when he's trying to convince Julie. Luke can be pretty passionate. Reggie is more like a dog. He usually does the things you ask him to" Alex huffs out another laugh.
"He's like a golden retriever...", I smile to myself. Alex locks eyes with me, a huge grin on his face "yeah".
Wait, did I just say that out loud? That was not supposed to happen. That was supposed to stay in my head forever. What does Alex think? Is it bad? I hope not. I don't think so. I mean, he is grinning. That's a good sign, right?
I start to feel tired and therefore say good night to Alex and go inside and to my room. I have to get some sleep in if I want to be awake at the assembly tommorrow. I ususally don't attend them. They're boring and there are a lot of people. I'm not one for the crowds. I usually hide in the bathroom or something.
Before I go to bed, I make a quick facetime call to my friend Ivy. I love her. She understands me. She understands that sometimes I just want to be alone and that is has nothing to do with her. She knows I trust her and will open up about certain things when I'm ready not when she might want me to. She's not pushy. But that's just one of the reasons why I love my best friend. There are countless others.
Like her infectious laugh. She is the only person that got me to genuinely smile after Mom died. I appreciate our friendship with every piece of my heart. I don't ever want to lose what I have with her. I just hope I can be of the same help if she ever has a situation like that. Not that I wish for something like that to happen. God no.
Never would I wish something like that upon someone. I'm just saying if something was to happen, I will try everything I can to be there for her, be the loving and loyal friend she was and is to me.
I tell Ivy about tommorrow. I leave the ghost part out of it. I don't think I'm ready to tell her about Luke, Alex and especially Reggie yet. I hope I will be at some point. I don't want to be hiding things from her. She is the last person I want to do something like this to. She deserves better. She deserves no harm.
Am I even allowed to tell other people about the boys? Does that put them at risk? It can't right. What can happen to them? They're already dead. I mean they did die from eating bad hot dogs. Not gonna lie, that's hilarious. Not that I want to laugh about them dying, but it's just too funny not to.
"What are you laughing about?" Ivy asks with an amused look on her face. Oops. I guess she saw that.
"Nothing really. Well, not nothing. A memory just popped inside of my head. It's really funny. I would explain it but that would kind of take to joke away" she hums "You know when you have to explain a joke and then it's just not funny anymore. Yeah? It's like that" I laugh again. So does she.
"Okay.. don't tell me then. Keep keeping your little secrets...I'm joking! I'm joking. I totally know what you're talking about. Especially if the person you're explaining it to keeps not understanding it even after having heard the explanation more than three times", she looks at me sternly but then starts laughing again.
Busted. She might have meant me... "I'm sorry, alright? I'm sorry I'm not a born genius. I can't read minds. Sometimes things can be to complicated to understand. So yeah keep laughing at me. Okay, I should really get to sleep now. You should, too. Good night. See you tommorrow!"After that I hang up. This was nice.
I jump on my bed, putting my phone on my bedside table. But not before putting an alarm for the morning.
I can't wait to hear Julie perform tommorrow. She's extremely talented. It's like she has a voice of an angel. She just need to find her way again. Her way to fly back into the open. She deserves to be happy.
I just hope she won't be too scared to perform. I hope she won't run out or something.
Before I could drift off to sleep, I saw my laptop being open. Weird. I don't remember using that. I get up to look at it. It's on some rock site or something. Even weirder.
I'm confused but decide to not think about it any further because I knew if I would, I would never be able to fall asleep tonight.
I didn't and soon after my eyes slowly closed and I fell asleep.
Still exited for tommorrow.
Though the night wasn't silent. It's been a long time since I last had a dream. I was dreaming quite a lot after Mom died. I hadn't had a dream I was able to remember in over half a year now.
At first I didn't understand what that dream is about, but then it came to me. Reggie. The dream is about Reggie. He is singing and playing his guitar. His leather jacket is missing, so he is wearing a shirt and a flannel on top of it. He looks good. But I miss his leather jacket.
He's not just leather jacket boy anymore, is he?
All lights are on him. Is he on stage? Maybe. He sounds awesome. He looks amazing. He deserves all the spotlight and attention there is. I think I like him. I think I really really like him. I want to get to know him. But how?
