@edgeofghost liked for a very specific starter!
It was almost incredible to Willie how easy it was to actively avoid someone when you were a ghost. At least, that was how he normally felt. At the current moment, getting around wasn’t exactly as easy as it had been, considering the pain he was still in as his body seemed to be taking forever to bounce back from, but he still managed to avoid three particular ghosts pretty well, though he was fairly certain that they were in no rush to seek him out. He had failed them. He had done everything he could to try and keep them from choosing to join the Hollywood Ghost Club, and he had failed. Failure when he had been alive was bad enough. Failure as a ghost meant living with that for the rest of eternity.
As much as he wanted to avoid the Phantoms, part of him longed to seek out one ghost in particular. But he knew that ghost was better off without him interfering further in his life. Instead he chose to dwell on the memories. The few happy, peaceful memories he had of time spent with the drummer. For the time being, the memories kept him sane, kept him from completely losing his shit. But he knew it wouldn’t last forever. In fact, it lasted much shorter than he had hoped.
Caleb had been looking for him. Or so someone had said. Of course he was looking. Why wouldn’t Caleb want to make his life just a little bit more miserable? But what he found wasn’t Caleb at all. Instead, he found himself staring into a very familiar pair of eyes, “Alex.”