━ \ * 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑.

     she’s holding the box tighter to herself, pursing her lips as she attempts to avoid walking past luke in case he tries to stop her. “nothing, something my dad wanted me to put away,” julie shrugs nonchalantly, before heading up the ladder to hide it alongside the other stuff until the boys returned. “what are you up to?” she wondered curiously as she climbed back down to sit on the couch.

▼ ( sit on my muse’s lap ) | @symphnics​

"i couldn’t stop thinking about you." | @believetherealm​

      luke’s been a bit more fidgety ever since they realized they could be seen by other people, without having to play with julie. they haven’t found a way to explain it and he still likes to keep to the garage in case he gets recognized for dying in the nineties – but at least they can be seen. at least for now. fingers are drumming against his thighs as he sits atop the table he’s at, eyes flickering around the niche little place they decided to play at night. that’s when his gaze settled on (  carrie ?? he’s pretty sure that’s her name  ). he knows julie has some kind of … rivalry with her, but that’s seemed to soften up recently. ❛  hey !  ❜ he jumps off the table, bouncing on his heels and shooting her an easy smile. ❛  you sounded great out there.  ❜

@edgeofghost​.

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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.”

he’d been wandering the streets a few hours now, losing track of time eventually, his mind was too full of thoughts. why hadn’t they crossed over? why did caleb’s curse seem to be broken? why could they touch julie now? could other people see them? were they still ghosts? was willie okay? did caleb know? was he mad? would he come for them? everything swirled around in a confusing mess, and alex felt as though he was spiraling out of control. he walked along the hollywood strip, going nowhere in particular before he finally acted out of habit, reaching into his fanny pack and pulling out the small outdated bottle of pills, dumping one into his hand and attempting to swallow it before coughing it back up and groaning. he wasn’t sure what a twenty five year old anxiety pill might do for him - or to him - but he had to at least try. now that he knew it wouldn’t work he tossed the bottle, eventually settling into a familiar bench, the one he’d sat on when he’d first met willie. he was scared. so much more scared than he’d been that day. and he wished willie could show up again, knock him off his feet - literally and otherwise - and show him how to live again. 

alex. the voice sounded almost distant, like he was dreaming it, familiar and warm and comforting, even if it broke his heart a little bit, another unknown, that question, that small but undeniable spark between him and the owner of that familiar voice. maybe he’d never find out what they could have been now, and it was cruel of his imagination to replicate it so vividly. too vividly. it took a moment for alex to come to, back into his present state, looking up and focusing his eyes on the familiar, welcome face in front of him. “willie.” he spoke, standing and instinctively pulling the other close, his arms wrapping around willie and holding him in a firm hug, burying his face into the other’s neck and breathing him in. fully expecting the closeness to cure him of the tense anxiety he felt all over. when it didn’t, he pulled back, searching willie’s eyes with an expression of relief and finally offering a smile. “you’re...here.” he whispered and nodded, pulling willie back into another hug before he finally pulled away, putting space between them, because he still didn’t know what they were to each other, and he didn’t have the courage to ask...yet. 

it was a relief to see willie, but even in that, he could tell something wasn’t right, willie looked, tired, weak, like he’d been to hell and back since alex had seen him last, and the worst part was the missing smile that alex had come to know over the recent past. something was wrong. he could sense it, and maybe willie didn’t owe him an explanation, but that didn’t stop him from asking anyways, “what’s wrong?”

julie molina.