#edgeofghost

     JULIE BRINGS FORTH GIFTS ! she’s spent the last few weeks working with flynn on merch for the band, and she’s coming to the garage with a box of hoodies, sweaters, jean jackets, beanies, picks, and drumsticks ! but alas, she only sees luke. “ oh heeey ! “ she greets weakly, mentally cursing herself out as she thought they wouldn’t be around. what a surprise this is.

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.”

as he stepped further into the building, luke was starting to regret his decision to not tell anyone where he’d been heading, but he knew they’d only tell him it was a bad idea anyway. which it totally was, but that wasn’t about to stop him. he wasn’t going to give up without even trying. he just didn’t have that in him. fortunately, it didn’t take too long to find mr. covington - the guy’s wardrobe wasn’t exactly discreet - and he quickly tapped on his shoulder before he could change his mind. “look, dude - mister, we need to talk.” @edgeofghost​

For a minute there Julie was sure Alex hadn’t noticed her... honestly she should have known better, he probably had some sixth ghosty sense to tell him whenever she was in the room. She plopped down next to him with a sympathetic smile, slowly starting to sway to the sound of Celine. “My mom used to love this song...” She said softly, pausing as she suddenly felt the memories. “You know... before you came along, I wouldn’t be able to listen to anything that she loved.” Her shoulders shrugged as she absentmindedly reached for the guitar, starting to pick at the notes she heard in the music. “But now? Now I can love the music she loved.. And I love the boys who let me love it again. So...” She turned to face him, nudging the blonde gently and playfully. “If you want to sit here in the dark and listen to Celeine Dion in peace, I’ll sit here in peace with you... But if at any point you want to take a break and grab a snack, I am very, very keen for that.”

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@edgeofghost​​ asks:

👀 + "Why'd you do it Bobby? Why'd you steal my songs?"