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Drunk Dial

Synopsis: After a rough night out, you accidentally call your ex-girlfriend to come pick you up, causing unresolved feelings and confessions to be made.

Warning: mentions of alcohol consumption, drunkenness, mention of nonsexual nudity, language, unwanted sexual attention from men

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A/N: this was supposed to be like a 1k little fic and then it became this, I’m debating a part 2 if people are interested as well

You try and catch your breath as you pull out your phone, hand shaking as you click though your contacts. Your best friend was out of town, she’d be no help. You debate a few other names, some had kids, you couldn’t wake them at this hour, some you didn’t feel comfortable asking. Until your eyes fell on her name.

You shouldn’t call her. You were supposed to be no contact. But maybe she’d answer. She was in town, as far as you knew, she didn’t have kids, she was a safe person for you. You still shouldn’t call her. Despite knowing you shouldn’t click her name, you do anyway. Letting it ring and ring. As it rings, you receive a text.

Jessie: butt dial?

You respond embarrassingly fast. The ringing stops, you hear the automated voice begin to talk about a voicemail. You end the call and text her back.

You: No

Jessie matches your embarrassing response time, but instead of responding with a text, she calls you back.

“Hello?” She says. As she picks up the phone she’s able to make out the loud music muffled by the sound of the building and the noise of the occasional car on the street.

Your stomach sinks hearing her voice. You had gotten so used to hearing that soft, sweet, voice everyday until you didn’t. Until you went weeks without hearing it. You clear your throat trying to clear your mind. “I’m sorry, I didn’t have anyone else to call.” Your voice breaks slightly.

“What?” You can hear the sleep in her voice. That was the voice that you used to hear in the mornings after your spend the night, the voice you heard after she’d fall asleep cuddled into your side watching a movie. You hear her clear her throat. “What’s going on?”

“Oh my god you’re sleeping, I’m so sorry. I’ll call someone else.” You quickly pull the phone from your ear, you can hear Jessie talking but it’s too late as you hit the button ending the call. Less than a second later Jessie is calling you again.

You stare at her picture looking back at you. It was one you had taken of her on your one year anniversary date. You had taken her for a hike, packing a picnic for the two of you to enjoy with a beautiful view of a waterfall. The photo is her, black baseball cap sitting on top of her curls, smiling at you as she holds out a flower to you. You let it ring, and ring. Until her face disappears.

Jessie: Answer the phone.

Jessie: I’m not kidding.

Her face appears again, you sigh. You didn’t have much of a choice, she was still someone you trusted, you were too far from home to walk, not to mention it was 2am. you slide your thumb slowly across the screen, answering the call.

“Um.”

“Where are you?” Her sleepy voice is gone, instead it’s been replaced with one of concern.

“Outside of Marathon.” It was a bar the two of you frequented while together, which probably didn’t help, memories flashing through your head at every turn when you were inside. The booth the two of you shared the first time you went there. The table you stood at watching as she played darts with another patron, coming back between throws to cuddle into your side. You saw the large table that had been filled with Jessie’s teammates the first time she brought you to meet them. The bathroom stall that the two of you had done some rather inappropriate things in, it was all here, leading you to ordering drink after drink, drowning out your sorrows and the memories.

“What are you doing at a bar at 2 in the morning?”

“I went out Jessie. Which was a mistake, I’m going home now.” You huff, you didn’t want to have to explain to her. You didn’t want to admit that you were trying to move on. You didn’t want to have to admit that you got stood up, that would be embarrassing. You didn’t want to have to explain to her how you spent most of the night trying to reject men who thought they had a chance, one of them not caring for your rejection at the bar, finding you later on the dance floor and grinding himself against your backside, causing you to bolt from the establishment.

You hear loud rustling on the other end of the line. “Okay, I’m going to come get you okay?” There’s more sounds, likely of Jessie moving around but you can’t tell. The sound of keys and a door closing.

“No, Jessie you don’t have to, I can get home.” You stand turning, looking down both directions of the street. You could walk either way. It was a city, it was set up in blocks. Over a few up a few, or up first then over, it didn’t matter.

“No. There’s a reason you called, do not start walking home.” Her voice is stern, you can picture her face, eyebrows scrunched, her lips pulled tight. “Seriously, stay where you’re at.” You hear the car start. “I’ll be there in a few minutes, do not move.”

You don’t respond, instead choosing to hang up. You know deep down that probably will send her into a slight panic, thinking you weren’t waiting outside the bar. Per Jessie’s request, you stay where you’re at, but you wander over to the curb, sitting down in a rather clumsy manner. You think back though your evening, your mess of an evening. A couple of tears begin to flow as you feel sorry for yourself. You drop your head into your hands, your elbows propped up on your knees. You sit like that until your thoughts are broken into by a voice.

You hear your name being called and look over to see Jessie walking quickly toward you. You quickly bring your hands up to your face trying to clear the tears that stained your cheeks.

“Hey.” Jessie bends down when she reaches you. “Are you hurt?” You shake your head to her. “What happened?”

“I was supposed to be meeting this girl that I was sort of chatting up.” You swallow down tears and your pride as you continue on. “She um, well she stood me up, she never showed, so I had a couple drinks, and then a couple more, and then there was this man who tried to get me to go home with him, and he came up behind me when I was at the bar and he um.” Your eyes flick to Jessie. She was watching you with such intensity you felt as if you were suddenly under a microscope, being picked apart.

“You can tell me.” Jessie lets a hand come rest on your bent knee, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

“He put himself against me and it just, I asked him to stop, he didn’t, so then I ran. And I didn’t have anyone else to call, I’m so sorry. I just want to go home.”

“Don’t be sorry, I’ll get you home, can you stand up?” You nod. Ignoring her outstretched hand you attempt to get up yourself. Once you’re nearly standing it’s as if someone has spun the globe, feeling suddenly off balance you stumble a few steps.

Jessie’s hands are immediately reaching to you, one on your waist, the other gripping your bicep as she stands you upright. “Woah. You’re clearly not okay.” You hear her mumble to herself. “Come on, I'm parked just around the corner.”

“Piggyback.” You say to her. You didn’t want to walk your feet feeling like they were made of lead. You wanted a ride, Jessie frequently would pick you up on her back, or carry you bridal style, or across her front, it always made you feel special. Made, you remind yourself, in the past, she didn’t do that for you anymore.

“No, just, here I’ll help you walk.” She loops her arm around your shoulders and tries to get you to step but you let your feet remain in place, heavy to the ground.

“Jessssie.” You know you sounded whiny, but you didn’t care, the drinks in your bloodstream telling you it was okay. “Please.” You give her a pleading look, one you knew she had a hard time refusing back when the two of you were together. So what if you were pulling on her heartstrings a little, she was the one who offered to come get you.

Jessie lets out a huff, realizing it’ll be easier to get you to the car carrying you, instead of fighting your drunkenness the whole way. “Fine, but no piggyback, that’s not safe with you like this.”

“Koala then.” Before she can say yes, you're lunging at Jessie, wrapping your arms around her neck and your legs around her midsection.

You feel one of Jessie’s hands come to rest high on your back before the other finds its way to your ass, just like how she would have carried you when you were together. Her hand is only there for a moment before she whispers a quick apology and moves to your lower back. “Sorry, habit.” As soon as she apologizes she starts walking.

You rest your head on her shoulder, watching as she keeps her gaze forward, aggressively avoiding looking over at you. You admire her, her face, her eyes, the way her soft curls bounced in front of your face with each step she took, the smell of her shampoo bringing back even more memories. With each step your body gently bounces with her. Before you know it she stops walking and she slowly releases the hold on your back.

She keeps one hand on your back to steady you, her other reaches for the car door, opening it before gently pushing you toward the seat. “Get in.”

You're clumsy climbing into her passenger seat. Jessie’s hand comes to rest on the top of your head making sure you don’t hit it as you step into the car. As soon as you’re seated you let your head flop back to the headrest and your eyes fall shut as Jessie closes the door and she walks around climbing into the driver's seat. You hear the noises of the car as she turns it on, the radio softly playing.

“Put your seatbelt on.”

You hum back, hearing her words but the weight of your arms suddenly feels too much, your eyelids equally heavy, you didn’t want to open them, so you don’t. You remain in the passenger seat, eyes closed not moving. You hear Jessie shift in her seat, her own buckle being undone before she’s leaning over the console toward you, her hand blindly reaching for the seatbelt. You open your eyes to her face just inches from yours.

You begin to look at the freckles on her cheek. Freckles that you used to study when you’d wake up before her. The beautiful spots, you had once spent a whole evening trying to kiss each one, you spend hours and we’re still unable to kiss every single one. Freckles that haven’t changed despite everything between the two of you feeling as if it had.

“Close your eyes, you’re staring.”

“You’re pretty.” Is all that comes out of your mouth as you close your eyes again. Jessie finally is able to click your seatbelt before buckling her own. It doesn’t take long for the gentle movement of the car and your exhaustion to take over lulling you into deep sleep.

The raging headache you woke up to was preventing your ability to open your eyes, let alone pull yourself from your bed. You roll around reaching out to your nightstand hoping to find water but instead finding a lamp. You didn’t have a lamp on your nightstand. Your eyes open and then shoot wide when you realize where you were. You were in Jessie’s bedroom. You frantically roll over finding the other half of the bed to be empty.

You pull yourself from the blankets and the pillows that were encapsulating you in the smell of your former lover. Your feet touch the ground and you look down to see you weren’t in the jeans and shirt you had gone out in last night. You were in a pair of loose shorts and a simple shirt that you knew was Jessie’s.

You crack open Jessie’s bedroom door, looking out to the rest of her place, scanning the room until your eyes meet hers. She’s sitting on the couch, a pillow and blanket donned across the cushions, she had clearly slept there last night.

“Hey.”

“Hi.” She stands up from the couch but doesn’t move toward you. “Are you alright?”

“I mean, hungover, but yeah I’m okay, I think.” Your hands come down to the bottom of Jessie's shirt that sat across your chest. “I remember calling you but honestly, I don’t really remember anything after I got in your car.”

“I can tell you, if you want.”

You nod and make your way into her living room, sitting on a chair that sat adjacent to her sofa.

“You fell asleep on the ride home, I decided to bring you here, which I know wasn’t exactly what you asked but I was worried about you. I wanted to be nearby in case you needed anything, I don’t know what you drank or ate, it just didn’t feel right dropping you off at your place alone.” Jessie looks over to you, checking that you’re following her explanation.

You nod at her, encouraging her to continue.

“I brought you into my room, got some clothes for you, I then left to come get settled out here and then you came out here, um, without a shirt complaining that you couldn’t get your pants off so I helped you change. You said that was okay but obviously you were drunk so you can’t really consent but I figured it was okay, I just wanted to help you.”

You reach a hand out, placing it on her forearm. She stops talking, her attention being grabbed by the feeling of you hand on her body. “That’s fine Jessie, I asked and you were helping me. Plus it’s nothing you haven’t seen or touched before.”

Jessie smiles quickly, letting a quick laugh fall from her lips as she looks down shaking her head. “That’s what you said last night too. But, yeah then I tried to get you to brush your teeth, that was a challenge.”

You winced at your own behavior, embarrassed that you probably acted like a child. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be, it was fine. Then I got you into bed, made you drink some water, and you passed out pretty quick.” Jessie says, ending her sentence with a nod. What she didn’t tell you was how you had blabbered on about the girl you were supposed to have met that night.

“Jess, I don’t even think I want to date her.”

“Who?” Jessie asked as she rummaged in her closet for an extra toothbrush and a fresh washcloth.

“The girl who stood me up.”

Her hands froze as she reached for the small towel. She didn’t expect to have to talk about this with you. “Oh.”

“I think, I think, I’m just trying to get over you. Like you’re the love of my life, and we couldn’t make it work. And it hurts. And I want to fill that hole. So I got on Tinder, and I swiped and swiped and no one was even close to as amazing as you, but I’ll have to settle for someone right?”

“Um.” Jessie was pretty sure you had no idea what you were talking about, just letting every thought you had fall out of your mouth. She assumed you wouldn’t remember most of the night, especially this. She handed you the washcloth, to which you gave her a pouty frown. She sighed before wetting the washcloth herself, gently rubbing it across your face. As she wiped you began talking again.

“No one makes me smile like you did, no one makes me feel the heat, the butterflies, whatever it is, that feeling, no one can even compare. You’ve ruined love for me Jessie Fleming, no one can compete with you. I think I’m always going to love you, I still do. I want to text you after every game, I want to call you at night to hear your voice before I sleep. I miss waking up next to you. I just, I miss you. And I can’t have you. I was a distraction to you.”

The break up with Jessie had been amicable. You both came to the conclusion that life was too much. Jessie having to juggle the national team, being captain, dealing with the lawsuit, the drone scandal, on top of playing for Portland, she didn’t have time for you. You didn’t have much time for her either, having just gotten a new promotion, it came with new responsibilities. Responsibilities that had you in the office early and coming home late, responsibilities that had you traveling more often than not. The two of you watched as the living relationship you had built crumbled before your eyes, breaking both of your hearts. It would have been easier if you’d fallen out of love, if you had a huge fight, but you didn’t. Life had simply gotten in the way, and that hurt so much more.

“Let’s go get you tucked in.” Jessie says, trying to avoid the conversation you were having. She couldn’t do this with you, especially when she was pretty sure you didn’t know what you were even saying. She led you to the bed, pulling back the covers on what used to be your side of her bed, letting you climb in before pulling the sheet up for you. “Here’s water, drink some. If you need anything I’ll be out there.” She points toward the door.

“Stay?” Your question was almost a whisper, as if you were scared to ask. Jessie watched as you looked between her and the empty side of her bed.

“I,” Jessie shook her head at you. She longed so badly to be back in your arms, to fall asleep to the sound of your breathing. “I can’t.” She had turned and left you in the bed, her bed, leading herself to the couch where she knew she’d have a sleepless night, running through all the confessions you just told her.

”Well, I’m really, really sorry for putting you in that situation.”

“It’s okay, really.”

“No, it’s not, we were supposed to be no contact. I’m sorry I broke that.” You try to make eye contact with the Canadian, wanting her to know that while sure part of you was so happy to see her again, you felt embarrassed, you shouldn’t have made her come get you.

“It’s really okay, I’d rather you be safe than not call me.” Jessie grabs the pillow, placing it on her lap, her hands kneading at it.

“Well, thank you. Seriously.”

“Of course, I’m maybe not in love with you anymore, but I will always have love for you. And I’m always going to care about you. You can always call me.” Jessie said, knowing she was lying through her teeth. She still was very much in love with you. That’s why she jumped at the opportunity to come help, to see you again.

“Thanks.” You say quietly and Jessie nods slightly. The two of you are left in a silence for a moment. It was a new silence between the two of you. Silence had been common in your relationship, Jessie wasn’t always the biggest talker and you both enjoyed the peacefulness, but those had never been uncomfortable silences. This was uncomfortable.

“Well.” You clap your hands together across your lap. “I should go, get out of your hair, I’ve done enough.” You push up from the chair. “Where are my clothes from last night? I’ll give you these back.” You pull at the shirt you had on.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, just wear them home.” Jessie walks over to her kitchen counter handing you a reusable bag. “Here’s all your stuff, wallet is in there too. Your phone was charging next to the bed.”

“Yeah I grabbed it.” You show her the outline of our phone in the pocket of her shorts.

“Okay.”

“Okay. I guess I’ll be going.” You take a couple steps towards the door, finding the sneakers you had worn out the night before. “I’ll wash the clothes and get them back to you tomorrow, or I can bring you them tonight?”

“Whenever, it’s just sleeping clothes, I don’t need them back right away.”

“Okay.” You reach for the door before quickly turning to look at Jessie one more time. “Thank you again, and I’m really sorry.” The brunette just nodded at you. A smile that you couldn’t quite read across her face. She opened her mouth briefly before shutting it as if she wanted to say something but changed her mind. You head out the door, closing it behind you, unsure if you’d see her face again anytime soon.

As the door closed Jessie turned to face away from the door, backing up a few steps and letting her back rest against it for a moment. Maybe she should’ve told you, that you had told her about your feelings. Maybe she should’ve told you she still feels the same about you, that she’d be willing to try again, that she wanted to try again. But she hadn’t, and she’d have to learn to live with that.

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gloomyhearts · 10 months ago

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Name a better feeling than getting the first comment on a fic you were uncertain about and knowing that at least one person liked the tiny piece of your brain that you put on the internet

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2024 LESSONS

jan: being alone does not have to mean being lonely

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gloomyhearts · 1 year ago

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Reblog if it's okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice, rant, vent, let something off your chest, or just have a nice chat.

please, please and please.

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gloomyhearts · 1 year ago

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This is like... Wow, undiscribable... lost in the wonderful writing and story.

Promises We Make (Lindsey Horan x Soulmate!R)

Request: A Lindsey x reader soulmate AU where people know they’re soulmates because they share dreams with them. Something angsty and happy and a lot of things.

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gloomyhearts · 2 years ago

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Prompt list

Christmas

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Christmas/Winter holiday prompts - masterlist

Feel free to use and reblog!

~ Warm hearts ~ Christmas activity prompts

~ Snowy days ~ another Christmas prompt list - two-word prompts

~ Under the mistletoe ~ Christmas prompts

~ Visiting for the holidays ~ Christmas prompts

~ Fights over a gift ~ dialogue prompts

~ Love hurts ~ sad Christmas prompts

~ Fun in the snow ~ fluffy Christmas prompts

~ It's Christmas time ~ holiday event prompts

~ First Christmas as a couple ~ prompts

~ Holidays together? ~ rivals-to-lovers prompts

10 ice skating prompts

10 winter couple holidays prompts

~ Hanukkah ~ prompts

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gloomyhearts · 2 years ago

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MASTERLIST - Sunsets and footballers x

Lucy Bronze x Reader

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Part Three

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Part Five

Part Six

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Part Eight

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gloomyhearts · 2 years ago

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Hell isn’t even close to how I felt when I knew that I was slowly losing you.

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almost paradise - a steve harrington x henderson!reader fic

you’ll never forgive your brother for dragging you into this mess.

last updated: march 19th, 2022

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Always by your side || Luke Patterson

Chapter twenty-seven~ so precipitate

2020

Thick tension builds upon the group on the loft when Luke arrived back after processing what happened moments ago; the other finished up their roost; their body covered from blankets and heads resting on the pillows. Alex is in between his sister and the shaggy haired boy; her back faced the other’s; her brother wrapped an arm around her. The back of the shaggy haired boy touching Alex’s.

“Are you going to tell me what happened?” she shakes her head, and he pulls her closer, “Will, please,” he mutters, his lips brushing against her ear.

“Alex, back off!” her voice a shaking whisper and he pulls his arm back.

The blonde boy rotates and taps Luke’s back, “dude what happened?” Luke makes no move to turn around and shrugs his shoulder, “you don’t have to be rude towards me! I’m not the problem,” he humps, crossing his arms and laying on his back.

At some point in the night Alex switched his spot with Luke who was now back in back with Sabrina, so far, she hasn’t noticed. His arm slung around her abdomen, moving her gentle.

“Please. Don’t do that,” he mumbles, “I don’t wanna lose you... I can’t live without you,” he quietly cries, “I love you Brina.”

The sound of her nickname wakes her up, noticing the boy next to her and the arm around her constrained her, Sabrina's heart began to race as if she’d run a marathon, she breathed laboriously. Being overwhelmed from the heat he radiates she poofs out of his arms.

What was he thinking? Alex is such a dipshit; I��ll kill him when I’m back. Was Luke really talking about me? Well, he knows none other. But he just dreamed. It doesn’t mean anything.

Her thought was interrupted by an approaching silhouette, her eyes were in slits as she tried to recognize the frame of the person. As he steps into the light of the lantern her blood froze, “my dear,” the phrase will always give her shiver.

“Caleb... how is that...”

“No puzzling dear. I’m a powerful ghost. And I always become my will.”

“But... but why Nick?”

“Right time and place. Accidental victim, the poor boy. I’m hearing his miserable thoughts. He really likes this Julie.”

“I... I don’t know...” she stops as he decreases the gap between them, “no! no. if you take another step closer, I’ll kill you!”

“You’re not strong enough dear.”

“I wouldn’t be sure of that.”

“Then show me your powers, I’m delight to see them.”

She wasn’t sure if she had any other ability than being invisible for other ghost and if she’s honest she doesn’t want to demonstrate them in front of the evil himself.

“I knew it,” he rolls his eyes while clapping his in gloves wrapped hands.

“you know nothing. I’m capable of a lot of things your eyes are too unworthy seeing them!”

“I can give you the power you need dear.”

“I don’t need you, not today nor tomorrow!”

“You’re the mightiest ghost I’ve ever seen, besides me, indeed. Once I got the boys in my power. We’d be invincible. The band would be back at business and we’d play at the club again, come on those time were incredible!” Caleb throws his arms in the air.

“I will never let you near the boys again!”

“Okay this hurt, we’d such a good time!”

“Yeah of course, you enjoyed these, your sadistic asshole!” she hissed through gritted teeth.

“I wouldn’t call me that but yeah I did enjoy it.” He smirked at her and she felt pity for this poor boy himself.

‘I’ll save you nick’ a quick moment life twinkled in his eyes and her lips turned slightly up.

“We’ll see us, again.” She left the boy behind, cursing herself that she couldn’t help him right there, but she needed time, practice, a plan and the boys.

“We concluded you were already dead, Will.” She bows a brow at his statement.

“Yeah right ‘cause… indifferent.”

Reggie steps next to her. "Where were you?"

“I just needed to get a clear mind.”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost, Brie.”

“I had a strange meeting with Cal... Um... Nick.”

“What?” Luke rises to his feet, “how’s that possible?”

“He was just at the beach too?”

“You met Caleb?”

“No Lexi... it was just this Nick boy.”

“Just tell us the truth!” the shaggy haired boy locked his eyes on her body, stepping closer.

“Well... maybe Caleb was there too…”

“What?” Reggie’s mouth agape.

“Caleb is in Nick, he posses him. He wants us back, battles until we’re back in his band or he’s or we’re dead.”

“And you seriously didn’t want to tell us this?!” Alex began to pace through the room.

“We just have to get stronger, debug our abilities. We can make this!” she grabs after Alex clothes to stop him, “we always make it, Lexi,” he nods to her a smile creeping on his lips.

“Okay and what specific do you mean?”

“I don’t know but I think...” her index rubs her chin, “maybe through music or Julie, we have to try.”

“Yeah... Yeah, okay.” He licks his bottom lip, “we should tell her right in the morning.”

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Always by your side || Luke Patterson

Chapter twenty-six~ what are we?

2020

Sabrina gathered a few hundred bugs for winning some surfing tournaments the last few weeks and decides that she’ll buy a mattress where the band mates and her could sleep. Julie suggested to lend some money, but the blonde declined.

The boys are cleaning up the loft right now while she went out and got the mattress.

“I’d rather sleep in a bed, alone,” Luke exhales as he places a box near the stairs.

“You can still sleep on the couch,” Alex points down on the old furniture.

“Well. no.”

Reggie’s head was back in sight as he climbs the stairs up, “it’s really nice form her. But I won’t cuddle with any of you!” he grabs the next box and carries it back down.

“Oh, come on Reggie,” Alex rushes down to him and embraces his friend. The next second he faces an irritated Willie who approaches close to the door.

“Okay... You ready?”

“Just a minute,” the blonde boy grabs after his jacket and Luke took a hold of his wrist.

“Where to?”

“We... mm—wanted to help Sabrina bring the mattress here,” he rubs the back of his neck.

“Yeah... right.”

Without another the word the pair left the garage.

“Luke?”

“Yes?”

“I... I... you... what’s that with Julie and you?”

“there’s nothing, she’s with nick all the time,” he humps.

“And Brie?”

“Neither. I didn’t even talk to her the last few days although we were at the beach to watch her.”

“You know...,” he reflects a second, “never mind.”

“No, Regs what’s on your mind?”

“You... you mourn Julia and Brie, yet you do anything to change it. You could tell Julie how you feel or felt towards her. And Brie, maybe… just maybe she’s hurt, that you don’t take initiative and talk to her, ever since she almost sacrificed her soul, her life for us you haven’t said a word to her,” Luke rolls his eyes.

“Then who was the guy that took her here, before you arrived here, we did talk.”

“Yeah of course, when unconscious people only could talk,” the raven-haired boy massages his temples.

“Why does it even matter to you? You have a crush on her?!”

“No? what... no! dude she’s like a sister to me. Well, there was a period I did but it doesn’t matter.”

“What... when?” Luke knits his brows, eyes slightly wide.

“I don’t know when we were like thirteen, you know all those hormones spreading through your body, it was... overwhelming,” he runs his hand through his hair, “it was the time I also liked-“

The two ghosts were interrupted by Sabrina, her aides and the mattress itself, “you wanna gape or help?!” obvious bugged from the weight and the boys standing idly by. They rush to the others and grab onto the mattress, “thanks,” she mumbles relieved.

“okay... one... two... three,” Alex counts and they poof onto the loft; the girl is pressed against the railing almost falling over it.

The group placed the mattress on the floor, “you’re good Brina?” the blonde nods, eyes focused on the white object in front of her, “sure?” his hand slung around her arm pulling her closer, “can we talk?” and again she nods, and they disappear.

“I.. did I do something?” the two ghosts at the beach are starring ahead of them, the sun began to set colouring the sky in pink and orange.

“No.”

“Brina, just tell me,” he spins around, watching her jaw clench, eyes still dared on the ocean. “Whatever I did, when it hurt you, you have all rights to ignore me although I deserve to hear the mistake.”

“It was my fault, believing that after all these years we’d still be the same. I always considered the feelings were mutual. I must look like a fool to you,” she buries her face in her palms, “seeing you sing with Julie full of passion.. I never saw you this bright on the stage nor during rehearse,” she gulped, “or when we’d sung together. I hoped we have something special but seeing you with her taught me wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t be silly. When you two are on stage it seems like there’s no other in the room, as if you’d sing a duet. And then I heard you sing this song..”

“Which song?”

“When you were alone, resting on the couch.”

“Oh.”

“What?”

“It.. it wasn’t dedicated to her..”

“But..”

“Yeah, it hurt maybe a bit but I’ll never have more feelings for her than this other girl..”

He lean closer to the blonde but she vanished from his eyes.

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Always by your side || Luke Patterson

Chapter twenty-five~ we played the Orpheum

2020

Her lifeless body vanished out of the sight for everybody besides the boys themselves. The three fell next to the girl studying her body until Luke decides to carry to the only safe place he knows; his muscular arms slung around her fragile figure.

Mellow he places her on the couch, her head resting on his tight, her back facing the room. Luke put some strands of hair behind her ear, caressing the side of her face. When he looks closely, he could see her chest raising and falling. “Brina, I know we didn’t had a real conversation lately, but I want you to know that I’m really enjoying to play with Julie, yet it will never feel like the way it did with you. You’ll always be my favourite to sing with,” gently he kissed her temple, “I heard you singing the song and it was amazing, whoever it's dedicated to, lost a really precious girl..” his eyes glued on her, “damn you’re so attractive,” he mumbles.

A batter on the door distracts the shaggy haired boy from the blonde. Reggie and Alex entered the room, puffy eyes and red noses suited their faces. Their eyes focused on the younger Mercer laying on the couch, a navy, woolen blanket covers her.

“Will!” her brother rushes to her side kneeling in front of the furniture, “is she..” Luke shakes his head and Alex gasps in relief.

“What should we do?”

“We can only wait.”

“I just can't sit here while this evil man is still out there, we could end anytime like her!”

The boys attention was soaked by singing outside the garage indicating that Julie and her family is back.

Julie steps into the studio, “I.. I know I already said this but, uh.. thank you guys.!

Reggie answeres her out of the dark, “you’re welcome,” her eyes trailed to the voice just able to make their shillouttes out in the dark. She lights the room up and Alex groans.

“Why.. why are you here? I.. I thought..” she steps to the group, “what’s wrong, is she alright?” her graze falls down on the sleeping body.

A jolt buzzes through the boys, “no.. no! I thought you crossed over. Why didn’t you crossed over?”

“I.. I guess playing the Orpheum wasn’t our unfinished business.”

“Point Caleb.”

“We wanted you to think that we crossed over, so we pretended to. We just… we didn’t know and had nowhere else to go to with Sabrina, this was the first I thought about. It's bad, really bad,” he sighed, his eyes glued to the blonde next to him.

“We thought you’d go straight to bed.”

Alex was the first back on his feet after the hurtful jolt, “yeah well, I knew she was gonna come out here, but nobody ever listens to me.”

Another jolt erupts in their body sending Alex back to the floor.

“You have to save yourselves right now. Go join Caleb’s club. Please. Sabrina would want it like that.. and when she’s conscious again I’m making sure she’ll come and rescue you and herself. It’s better than not existing at all. Please just go. Go! Poof out! Do something! Please. Do it for me.. for her,” she points towards Sabrina on the couch, “please,” tears were already streaming down her cheek as she sobs again.

“We’re not going back there,” argued Reggie, anemic.

“No music is worth making, Julie if we’re not making it with you.”

Yeah? Sounded different minutes ago Mr. Pattinson! Sabrina hoped he did not heard this thought of herself, too much anger and jealous were along the sentence.

“No regrets.”

She throws her arms around his body, picturing them flying through his body. But then she felt the pressure of his tough on her body, they both sniffle into their shoulders, “I love you guys.”

Alex’s as well as Reggie’s eyes welled up as they saw the two interacting. And then it hits Julie like a train, Luke began to shine, his frame outline with rays; they both looked his body up and down, “how can I feel you?”

“i.. I don’t know,” he stutters.

She brings her hands up to his cheek, holding onto them; this scene didn’t past her green eyes as she rotated on the couch without them perceiving it.

“I..,” he mirrors her action, his thumbs drying the tears off her cheeks. He grabs her hands, spinning to his friends, “I feel stronger.”

“Alex, Reggie, come.”

Before nearing the girl Alex made sure he carries his sister there too, “good morning sleepyhead,” he mutters to her when he saw her eyes opened into slits.

He had one arms resting under hers and Julie sling hers under it too, the other rested around Reggie’s back.

All the other were framed by rays too and Sabrina comes to herself, her thoughts assorted and clear.

They let go of each other, “whoa.. I.. I.. I don’t feel as weak anymore.”

“Yeah, me neither,” their grazes fell onto the blonde girl who nods slowly, “not that, you know, I was ever that weak,” Alex comments making everyone chuckle.

Their wrist shining brighter than any other part and they saw the stamps disappearing.

"What do you think that means?"

"I think the band is back."

"You guys think we could try that hug thing one more time?”

“Yeah” they closed the gab between them and Luke let his hand rest on Sabrina’s back, his thumb rubbing on it and she squeezed his shoulder.

“Hugs are good.”

Reggie smiles from ear to ear, “I like this,” he states chuckling.

“Me too,” they all closed up again, “we played the Orpheum,” the young girl shouts. All of them began to jump as they rotated in a circle.

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