summary: what exactly was running through alexās head when willie ā pancaked ā him on the street?
omg itās finally jatp week!! i have been so excited since it got announced and this show has literally re-inspired to write
I was starting to realise that those word reappeared a few times throughout my life. It happened the day joined the band, that time it was with a goofy smile and my backwards cap too small for my head. Another time I thought it when thinking about a boy. . . in a way that I assumed I shouldnāt have. I thought it when I came clean to my parents, and when I was in the ambulance, tears streaming down my face and practically begging to follow my friends into the beyond.
Those four words seemed to follow me around, appearing only when something drastically life changing was about to happen. Though, I didnāt think that would apply to my situation right now for two reasons:
1. I was dead. There wasnāt too much more that could surprise me (then again, I just became visible to the living, so obviously thereās a learning curve to being a ghost).
And 2. I was in the middle of an afterlife crisis. We were visible. Visible. Before we were only visible to Julie, now everyone? And only while performing. This is just fantastic.
Luke, unsurprisingly, is already overexcited. He wants her to join the band and us to become famous again. Itās like heās already forgotten that weāre dead. Also Julie joining the band could shift the whole dynamic, I donāt want that, and know Reggie Iād assume he wouldnāt either.
Even if we did become a band and became famous beyond Lukeās wildest dreams, how would we explain it? We canāt keep up the hologram act forever, someone will figure it out and Julie canāt say weāre ghosts, sheāll get herself laughed into a mental hospitalā
Before my next thought could hit me, somethingāor much rather someoneāelse hit me. I was suddenly brought back to reality as my face hit the hard concrete of Hollywood Boulevard. In all honesty, Iād be surprised if I donāt get a bruise or a scrap, can ghosts even get scrapes? In simple words, I ate shit.
A skateboard rolled past my head as I sat up and sighed. Oh, of course.
Bobby used to skate. When he and Luke get into intense arguments (school, gigs, music, the future, those two would argue about anything), Bobby would skate away. Weād usually find him half conscious and getting kicked out of a bar. And sometimes, heād ride around the halls in passing periods, with Mrs. Middleton chasing him around, screaming threats of detention, no, suspension or even being expelled. Nothing ever happened to him though.
My favourite, though, was when heād jump on it and play his guitar, riding around up while we stood outside of pubs, clubs and bars trying to score a gig and a ticket inside. Those were some of my favourite memories. I wonder what ever happened to him? I guess he just got old but who knows?
What I do know is that I just ate shit, and I need to get a few cruel words in before they bastard skates away.
āOh, man! You dinged my board!ā
Is this arsehole serious?
āDinged your board? Dude, you ran me over! Youāre lucky I didnāt,ā Wait. He hit me. He could touch me. āWait, you ran-you ran me over. Youāre a ghost?ā
āYeah, ever since I learnt the hard way that,ā the guy sighed and pulled off his helmet.
If he said anything else I didnāt hear him. His hair fell out of the helmet and around his face. It felt like everything else in the world stopped, and only we existed. Everything behind him became unclear as my eyes focused on all of his features.
He had eyes that looked like they were young but had seen everything, like an old soul. For some reason I felt not only physically but emotionally drawn to him as if I had been subconsciously searching for him my entire life. He had strong, natural cheekbones that I could cut myself on if I got too close.
Oh my god, heās gorgeous.
āThat skating in traffic is bad.ā He finsihed his sentence, though I didnāt remember a single word of the first half.
I donāt really remember what happened next. All I know is that Iām chasing after him, on a warm spring afternoon, my legs hurting and hoping for this moment to never end.
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