#jatp reader insert

You figured it might raise suspicion if you continued staring into what everyone else believed to be nothing. So you hid behind a pole and watched.

Julie seemed to be just talking on the phone to everyone else. But you watched as she continued on her conversation with the supposed hologram. Their conversation wasn't anything interesting, it seemed to just be about what song they were playing in a few weeks; and the boy apologized for being somewhat difficult to work with. As you watched, another sophomore, named Nick approached. You peeked around the pole to see where the boy went and saw that he was staring right at you.

You flew back behind your hiding place. You felt your pulse quickening though you weren't sure if it was because you were afraid he'd seen you or for a different reason entirely.

After you'd calmed yourself down you opened your eyes, you saw the boy standing right in front of you, only a couple feet away. You clapped a hand over your mouth to keep yourself from screaming.

Wait, you can see me?" the boy asked. He sounded just as freaked out as you felt.

You nodded your head, with your hand still on your mouth.

The boy's eyes went wide for a moment. But then he looked like he was deep in thought. "Why can you see me?" he asked curiously.

Your expression went blank for a moment. How could you answer a question you didn't even know? Also did someone give you drugs, or was this actually happening?

"I have no idea, also are you even real?" You asked. You reached out to poke his shoulder, and you felt nothing. "Nope, I'm definitely imagining this," you said aloud to yourself.

You turned and started to walk away. "Wait!" the boy yelled.

"Yes, imaginary person who I have probably made up in my head?" you asked.

He talked as he walked to catch up with you. "I'm real, I'm very, very real. I'm just also dead."

You crossed your arms and faced him. "So you're a ghost?" you asked.

"Yes."

You crossed your arms. "So prove it, how do I know you're not a figment of my imagination?"

The boy paused for a moment to think. "Umm I know there's a student named Julie that goes here and she has fourth period dance class, and you probably don't know that, so how would a figment of your imagination know that?" After finishing his trail of thought the boy looked over at you with a hopeful smile.

You thought over it for a moment which was mildly difficult with that face looking at you. "Yeah, okay, that adds up I suppose." His smile turned into a slight smugness that he had convinced you.

"See, I told you I was real."

You pushed down the heat attempting to rise to your cheeks.

"But how?" you asked.

"Wellllllllll that's a little bit more of a complicated question," Luke explained, as he itched the back of his head.

Somehow, you were still getting more confused. "How is it complicated?"

"That's kinda a long story. But, I can explain some of it," he offered.

You gestured to him that the floor was his.

"Oh, not right now because I'm pretty sure I've made like at least five people think you're crazy already." He gestured around to people at their lockers who were staring at you.

"But I can tell you later, if you meet me at Julie's house, after school," he promised.

"Okay, yeah, I'm not doing anything, and I've been there before so I know where it is," you agreed.

"Cool! I never caught your name by the way," he mentioned.

"Oh it's y/n, and you are?"

"Luke, and I'll see you then!" He waved at you and in a poof he was gone.

It was definitely not a normal way to start your lunch. But you supposed that from the day that they had performed your life hadn't been normal.

Three hours later you found yourself standing in front of Julie Molina's house. You were silently hoping that this was the right house, because that would be a very interesting conversation if it wasn't. Luckily enough, Julie was the one who opened the door.

"Hi, um I'm here to see Luke?" you hesitantly asked.

"Oh yeah, he told me about you, come on I’ll show you where he is.” She closed the door and started leading you through a garden, as you tried not to read too deeply into what she had said. Eventually, you walked down a set of steps to some sort of studio. As she opened the wide white entrance doors you saw all three of the guys you had watched play with Julie a week ago.

You stood in shock for a moment. So you hadn’t been seeing things! You only came back to reality when you heard Julie say your name.

“Meet Reggie, Alex, and you already met Luke. So Reggie and Alex, meet y/n,” she introduced.

“Hello!” Reggie waved.

“Hi,” said Alex.

“Hi,” you responded.

“So now is your time to ask questions without someone thinking you are going insane,” Luke offered, as he sat down on a couch.

“Okay, so you guys are ghosts, right?”

The three all nodded their heads.

“But for some reason Julie and I can see you?” you observed.

“Yes, but we don’t actually know the reason for that. Or to a lot of things for that matter. But we think it might mean that you two are related to our pasts in some sort of way,” the one you remembered to be Alex, suggested.

“Okay, interesting. Do you know why people can see you when you play?” you inquired.

“No, I mean we think it’s because we are connected to Julie and that we are still connected with music, but other than that we have no idea,” Luke said.

You continued asking them questions for quite some time, until you couldn’t think of anything anymore. Granted, there was still a lot you didn’t know, but that was fine with you. Afterall, asking someone how they died felt a little too personal; even if they did make you think you were losing your mind for a week straight.

Eventually your conversation diverged into other matters like school, and music, and of course food.

“You play the guitar?” Luke asked in surprise.

You turned to him from a conversation you were having with Alex. “I mean, I’m not as good as you, but yes,” you admitted.

“Wait, you play guitar TOO?” Reggie asked in awe.

You had to laugh at the sudden fascination with you. “Yes, I do.”

Reggie seemed to be ecstatic. “You have to play something; here, use Luke’s guitar,” he offered.

Alex lightly slapped his arm and you watched the corner of your eye as Luke muttered something along the lines of what the hell Reggie.

“It’s okay, I don’t wanna steal someone else’s equipment, and I usually only play in my room by myself. Besides, you probably don’t wanna hear me anyways,” you pointed out.

“You don’t have to play, but that’s b.s. I’ve heard you’d play and you’re obviously talented,” Julie chimed in. You were slightly embarrassed but you accepted the compliment. Soon enough your conversation died down and it was decided that you should probably head back home as it was getting late. You waved goodbye to the boys and told Julie you would see her tomorrow.

As you ate supper, you realized that even though you had one of the most eventful days in history you could tell no one about it, including your family. Otherwise they would think you were just as insane as you thought you were. But you supposed there were worse problems to have then knowing a band that you couldn’t talk about.

As you got ready for bed you decided to bring out your acoustic guitar.

You started strumming before realizing there was a particular song you hadn’t played in a long while. It took you a couple attempts to remember the fingering for it, but once you did the music started to flow out of you.

“When the rain is blowing in your face, and the whole world is on your case. I could offer you a warm embrace to make you feel my love.”

You then jumped to the melody at a higher octave. You decided to go all out and sing it to your heart's content.

“I know you haven’t made your mind up yet, but I would never do you wrong. I’ve known it from the moment that we met. No doubt in my mind where you belong.”

You strummed a couple more chords before placing your guitar down. You turned around and came inches away from Luke’s face.

“Shit!” you yelled on instinct. You paused for a moment to make sure no one had heard you, but you didn’t hear anything.

“What are you two doing here?” you hissed.

Reggie was the first to open his mouth. “Well uh you see here, we actually have a very good reason for being here. Yep, and Luke’s going to tell you that reason.” He clapped his bandmate on the shoulder, and Luke glared at him.

“Y/n I’m really sorry, but he really wanted to hear you play. And I was super curious too, and we just couldn’t resist,” Luke apologized.

You took a look at them still wanting to be mad, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. They looked not unlike sad puppies.

You fake sighed, but you couldn’t fight the smile on your face. “I guess I can let you guys off the hook this time.”

“I swear it won’t happen again,” Reggie promised.

“Next time just knock instead of scaring the shit out of me, okay?” you asked.

“You got it, though I can’t say we won’t scare you. I mean we are ghosts,” Luke teased, with a glint in his eyes that you couldn’t figure out.

You amusedly rolled your eyes at him, “Whatever, Luke.”

The next day you couldn’t really focus on your clases. All you could think about were theories on why you could see Alex, Reggie, and Luke and why everyone else couldn’t. By the time lunch rolled around you were very thankful Julie was in the same lunch period as you.

“Hey!” she greeted you.

“What’s up?” you asked, shutting your locker.

“Just something I want to show you, follow me,” she gestured. You didn’t know where she was taking you but you just shrugged and went with it. She led you over to the next set of lockers and down a set of steps to a pretty much vacant part of the school. And once you turned the corner you heard a very loud ‘surprise!’

“Aeeehp!” you yelled in shock.

“Oh my god, you guys have got to stop doing that,” you said to the three.

“Yeah, they never do,” Julie sighed.

“But anyways, we brought you down here to tell you, drumroll please?” Julie requested.

They all started stomping their feet.

“We want you to join Julie and the Phantoms!” Alex announced.

“Wait, what?” you excitedly asked.

“Well after the little stunt that Luke and Reggie pulled, which I do not approve of by the way,” she sent a glare back at the two of them, “we had a band meeting and decided that we want you in the band, that is of course if you want to be in the band?”

You were positively beaming. “Yes of course I do! But what do you want me to do? You already have two singers and an electric guitarist.”

“Well we always have room for more singing, and I’m just lead guitar. We used to have three guitars in sunset curve, so why not in Julie and the Phantoms?” Luke questioned.

“I’m game if you guys are.”

“So you’re in?” Reggie asked.

Everyone was still looking at you as you turned on your heels and bolted out of the garage.

“Y/N!” Julie called after you, but you wouldn’t stop.

You ran as fast as your feet would carry you. Running down Julie’s street and then down the street that seperated her street from yours. The asphalt was wet from the rain previously that evening, but it didn’t bother you.

As you turned into your own street, you immediately slowed down as you saw the lights. Blue and red. Bright flashing lights. Cars blocking the street halfway down. The sound was insistent, but it fell on deaf ears to you as you looked on.

The others caught up to you as you stood there, staring motionless.

“Y/N.” Julie attempted to put her hand on your shoulder. 

Your worst suspicions were confirmed when her hand went right through. 

“Y/N?” Julie’s voice was full of disbelief.

You closed your eyes and sank to your knees on the wet asphalt.

There was a car that had nearly hit you as you’d made your way across the street from your house. It was going way too fast in the wet weather and you had cursed at the driver, which you had presumed was probably drunk, as you hurried further to Julie’s house.

Only the car hadn’t missed you.

As Alex, Reggie and Luke sank down on their knees beside you and put their arms around you, effectively hugging you, there was no more doubt. 

You were a ghost now.

Being George Feeny's godson meant many things; great advice, less help with homework than expected because he was supposed to do his own work, befriending the Matthews and his godfather knowing he's gay even before he did. "Y\N." George called and his godson straightened up quickly, startle by the voice. Feeny took a long look at the group of boys down the hallway, a group he was not only familiar with but had had to give his share of scoldings and advice to; his stare went back to his boy who was now avoiding his eyes, afraid of what was about to happen since he had been caught, a string of excuses coming out on a way that wasn't too far from coherent. A smile graced Feeny's face and he placed a hand on the teen's shoulder "We choose what we let people see about ourselves, Y\N. But denying our heart's desires when it wants nothing more than love sounds like a shame, don't you think?" Before Y\N could fully process what Feeny had said, the man was already walking down the corridor. He smiled before his godfather’s voice made him sneak behind the locker door again, his eyes back to the group he was previously watching. "Mr. Patterson, Mr. Peters and Mr. Mercer, I would like to believe the rule 'no lifting friends in the middle of the hallway' doesn't need to be created. And Mr. Wilson, would you take that camera away from my face?"

The week had been good, they did so many things and had so much fun together that it was only at night that it got to them that the next day would be her last there, that this was the last time they would share a bed and kiss eachother goodnight. Their lips parted and they stayed in there, laying on their sides. Y\N's hand still on her cheek, her thumb caressing it gently. Julie's hand rested on the other's arm. She opened her eyes but Y\N kept hers closed.

"I don't wanna leave." It was barely a whisper but Julie could hear and that was all that mattered "I don't want to go back not knowing what we are again." the hand that rested on Y\N's arm moved up to hold the hand she had on Julie's cheek "Tomorrow?" she asked, finally openning her eyes to see the slight nod "Okay," she kissed the girl's forehead "tomorrow we get an answer. Tonight, it's just us." she laid on her back, pulling her angel closer and gently petting the curls that were so close to her face as the girl cuddled to her, hidding her face in the crook of her neck.

Being careful not to wake up the reason why she couldn't sleep, Julie got up and went back to bed with a notebook, a pen and her cellphone. She sat criss crossed, the phone's lantern lightening the page in which she started writing down, looking at the sleeping figure beside her from time to time.

When Y\N woke up, she was surprised to find herself alone in the room; she sat up and a folded sheet of paper fell from her body to the bed. 

The morning sun shines on your skin 'Cause your white curtains, they are paper-thin Windows open, I can feel the breeze But we're safe here, under the sheets

I don't ever wanna leave I'll watch you sleep and listen to your breathe Ooh, oh I don't ever wanna leave I'll watch you sleep, I'll watch you sleep

I never get bored of looking at you 'Cause every time I see something new Like the scar on your spine You fell off a roof when you were nine You lived a life before me

I don't ever wanna leave I'll watch you sleep and listen to your breathe Ooh, oh I don't ever wanna leave I'll watch you sleep, I'll watch you sleep

She read the sweet lyrics twice before noticing something at the bottom of the page: "I want to try. Will you take a chance on me?". Relief took over her and she let out a giggle before kicking away the covers and running out of the bedroom.

She slowed down as she came down the stairs, she could hear Julie. The girl stood in the kitchen, a mug in hand talking to herself, probably thinking out loud. Y\N stood there for a second, smiling at her antics.