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zambie-trashart · 4 years

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Holy Drummer: Chapter 4

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Summary: Facing religion, sexuality, and music is not what Alex sighed up for when his parents convinced him to help out those who were far from God. Can he handle his two newest challenges named Reggie and Luke?

Chapter 4: Do You Think He Likes Guys?

Sara looked at her brother who was pacing around her room, he kept going to talk and then stopping before second-guessing himself and pacing some more.

“Lexi, you’re making me dizzy!” Sara yelled and Alex stopped falling back on her bed next to her looking over at her with guilty blue eyes. “What’s wrong with you Lexi, you never act like this unless something is really bothering you?” Sara asked and Alex sat up looking his sister in the eyes breathing in and letting it out.

“Reggie and Luke invited me to be in their band,” Alex said and Sara sat up too excited.

“That’s awesome Lexi, why are you so bummed?” Sara asked, shaking his shoulders smiling at him widely.

“You know that mom and dad will kill me if I even think about joining because of church,” Alex said sighing. He really wanted to be in the band.

“If you tell mom and dad that it’s to keep an eye on them then maybe they’ll reconsider, ask in the morning though, it’s almost ten o’clock,” Sara said pointing to the clock on her wall. Alex smiled hugging his sister goodnight before waking his way back to his room and falling back on his bed falling into a deep sleep.

Caroline Joyner sat at the table looking at her kids stuffing breakfast in their mouths quickly before having to go to school. Alex seemed a bit more cautious which made Caroline suspicious.

“Mom, dad, Reggie and Luke are in a band so that means that they might have time alone together, do you think that I could join the band to keep an eye on them?” Alex asked hopefully and Caroline and Phillip looked at each other for a moment before nodding.

“That would probably be for the best sweetie, now you and Sara better be off to school, we don’t want you two being late now do we?” Caroline asked and the two blondes jumped up running out of the house backpacks in hand to Sara’s convertible.

Luke woke up early running to Bobby’s garage to start writing a song and was shocked to see that Reggie was already there with clothes laid out for that day still asleep on the couch. Luke grabbed Reggie’s shoulders shaking him to wake him up.

“Luke?” Reggie asked looking up at Luke who smiled down at him.

“I have a new song I’m working on for when Alex joins the band,” Luke said and Reggie gave him a look.

“If he joins the band, you never know what his parents are going to say.” Luke rolled his eyes at Reggie’s pessimistic behavior.

“Do you want to hear what I have so far or not?” Luke asked, getting a nod and laugh from Reggie. “Ok.” Luke started playing a riff on his guitar before starting to sing. “Give me a minute, gotta catch my breath, cause looking at him makes me such a mess. You have to understand, where I come from, I can’t just look I gotta reach out and touch ‘im. No Mr. Perfect but he’s worth it, God forgive me for my obsession.” Luke was unsure of where the ending was going but the first verse was good.

“It sounds great Luke!” Reggie said getting up to hug him and he grabbed his bass going to play some notes that could fit in with the song. “What do you think of this?” Reggie asked strumming in tempo with the part Luke struggled with. “Blonde hair, blue eyes, do you think he likes guys?” Reggie sang making Luke laugh. Bobby walked out into his garage dressed and ready for school.

“What are you two doing out here?” Bobby asked, looking at the two who put their instruments down still smiling.

“We were writing a song, come on Bobby it’s time to get to school,” Reggie said, trying to put Bobby’s mind at ease while shucking a shirt over his head and putting his jacket on.

The three boys arrived at the school and saw Alex and Sara getting out of a convertible having what looked like a serious conversation. Bobby pushed his hair back and walked over to the car with Reggie and Luke following him.

“Hey Sara, I thought we were supposed to meet up last night to talk about the science project,” Bobby said, and being a whole grade level above Reggie and Luke gave him the right to talk to the prettiest senior even if she was Alex’s sister.

“I was busy, sorry about that.” Sara looked back to her brother with wide eyes and nudged her head in the band’s direction.

“Oh yeah, I thought about the offer and talked to my parents, they’re cool with me joining the band,” Alex said, talking to Luke and Reggie.

“You invited him to join the band?” Bobby asked upset because he wasn’t asked.

“Bobby, I know you're pissed but he plays the drums and his voice is killer, if you were there yesterday then you would have asked him too,” Luke said and Bobby sighed.

“Are you sure it’s not cause he’s…” Reggie jumped on Bobby’s back putting his hand over the older’s mouth knocking him to the ground and Sara looked over her car door checking to see if Bobby was ok.

“I’ll see you guys next Sunday, hopefully not sooner,” Sara said, bumping shoulders with Luke passing him a piece of paper with a note that said: Don’t read until later. Alex looked at them uncomfortably for a second before getting out of the car too.

“Don’t forget we have a meeting in the library later,” Alex said walking off into the school.

Bobby got let up by the boys dusting himself off.

“Not that it’s my business or anything but you two totally have a crush on him,” Bobby said and Luke glared at him.

“Yeah, none of your business Bobby, go back to flirting with Sara, I’m sure that will go really well,” Luke said gesturing for Reggie to follow him to class and Reggie silently apologized to Bobby not wanting to piss Luke off or leave Bobby mad at them.

Alex ran to catch up with his sister.

“So you and Bobby huh?” Alex asked, nudging his sister who looked at him with icy daggers. “Ok, that’s a no,” Alex added looking away.

“Get to class Lexi and have fun with the boys after school,” she said, winking taking a complete 180 from her previous attitude. Sara was like his best friend, she knew what he wanted before he even did but she was also his sister and she knew what was best for him, Sara was not going to let her brother be disappointed.

Luke looked at the note that Sara had given him, there was neat scrawl on the page.

You two better know what you’re doing and the pressure that you’re about to put on my brother to inevitably choose our parents or you two. Please don’t make this harder on Lexi Alex than it already is. Wait before you tell him your feelings, I know you have them. I heard you at church so be patient with him and if you need help wooing him when the time comes, I’ll be there to help. Alex deserves greatness and if you two are going to give that to him then who am I to stop you?

-Sara

Luke looked at the note in shock, she had figured them out so quickly but that didn’t matter. Luke had a meeting to get to but first, he had to show Reggie the letter otherwise the bassist would be all over Alex.

Reggie had a similar reaction to Luke but then narrowed it down to siblings know when the other one is desirable to someone. He started telling a detailed story about his sister Marla had a boy following her around at school and then asked to be her seat partner on the bus, which was the formation of a terrible elementary school relationship. They arrived at the study room as Reggie finished the story and saw Alex reading through a book chewing on the end of a hoodie string.

“Uh, we’re here,” Reggie said knocking on the side of the door making Alex look up and drop the string from his mouth.

Luke got to take in how pink was a great color on Alex and didn��t really pay attention to Alex trying to pitch a deal until Alex snapped in his face.

“Pay attention,” Alex said blushing, noticing how Luke zoned out looking at his face. “I’m willing to say that this meeting went well and that I joined your band to make sure that you weren’t like going back to being gay, even though I’m pretty sure you can’t change a gender preference, I don’t have a problem with you guys liking each other, it’s 1994 you should be able to be with whoever you want and long as you’re being safe or whatever.” Reggie and Luke’s mouths hung open at the fact that Alex was going to let them be together so easily.

“Is there a catch or something?” Luke asked, grabbing Alex’s hand from across the table.

“Yeah, you can’t get caught so you have to promise me that there will be no more sleepovers or kissing and stuff where you can get caught, just be careful so I don’t get yelled at or beaten up by my dad,” Alex said playing with the end of his hoodie string again and Reggie’s eyes flashed with hurt knowing what it was like to get punched by someone you love.

“Yeah, no problem ‘Lex,” Reggie said and Alex looked up, face turning pink again. “What? You’re not falling for us are you?” Reggie said teasingly.

“No, no, it’s just my sister calls me that,” Alex said and Reggie smiled.

“Well, I wouldn't want to turn you off, pretty young thing,” Reggie said scooting closer from across the table to Alex whose face was now bright red as he got up from his seat.

“Don’t do that again,” Alex said, walking out of the room his face still burning.

“No problem sweet cheeks!” Reggie called out after him and all he got was the middle finger as Alex walked out of the empty library and to his sister’s car. She had gone out with some friends and decided to leave him the key so he could get home.

Alex sat in the car banging his head against the wheel a couple of times before regaining his composure and starting the car.

“I can’t actually be falling for these two idiots,” Alex said trying to reassure himself but found himself daydreaming of Luke’s warm smile and Reggie’s laugh that night as he tried to fall asleep that night.

The second Alex left the library, Luke hit Reggie upside the head as the bassist just laughed.

“What, he likes us, I can tell,” Reggie said leaning into Luke.

“I hope he does otherwise, that offer that he just made us, is off the table for good Reggie and then we’ll get converted into a catholic club, I don’t think either of us want that,” Luke said trying to make sure that Reggie got the picture.

“I get it Luke, I want to be with you too but we have to get Alex to like us like that cause ever since Sunday, it’s felt like a piece of us has been missing,” Reggie said and Luke nodded in understanding.

“I get what you mean Reg, but we have to be patient like Sara said, I have a feeling that in the future we’re going to need her help,” Luke said and the two go up starting their walk home with connected pinkies at five pm making back to their street at five-thirty and parting ways sadly without a kiss thanks to Alex’s dumb rules of no PDA where they can be seen easily.

“I love you Luke,” Reggie said letting Luke walk back to his own house just to hear the whisper of “I love you too” that made everything they were doing worth it.

#sunset curve #crossposted on ao3 #luke patterson #alex x luke #Luke Patterson (Julie and the Phantoms)#alex's parents #alex x reggie #Alex (Julie and the Phantoms)#alex (jatp)#sara joyner #oc #bobby wilson #bobby x oc #Reggie (Julie and the Phantoms)#reggie's parents #reggie (jatp)#this is the equivalent of me shoving dolls faces together and saying now kiss #religious au

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sosa-sketch · 5 years

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Fright or Flight: Chapter 2

Parings: Prinxiety // Logicality // Platonic LAMP

Story Summary: Virgil and Patton investigate the New Prince Castle, when a brutal accident kills Patton. Patton wakes as a ghost and meets friendly ghoul Roman, who has been haunting the castle for 20 years. Virgil is determined to bring Patton back to life and brings Logan, the ghost expert, to help him out. Time is quickly running out, and the four must work together to undo death. If only it was as simple as Logan made it sound.

Unknown to them, a secret entity in the castle does not plan on letting them succeed.

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When Patton first met Virgil, his last intention was to become friends with him. Virgil had built up a notorious reputation over the first few months of school, and his grades did nothing to disprove his status. Patton wasn’t the type to judge a person’s character based on rumors nor looks. No one was a higher believer in the benefit of doubt than Patton! However, Virgil’s first impression did not help his case.

Virgil transferred into Patton’s English class the second semester due to a schedule change. When the teacher stated a new team project was to be completed, Patton did not shy away from offering to be Virgil’s partner. He understood how difficult it could be being the new kid in a class full of friends and cliques.

The project was hefty, an collection of novel analyzing, essays, vocabulary, and journal entries. Patton was not looking forward to the Shakespearean project-Shakespeare’s language was alien to him. It occurred to Patton that pairing up with the soon-to-be-dropout may not have been his best idea. Nonetheless, Patton refused to be jaded.

The first day of the project, Virgil refused to touch the work.

“There’s no way I’m touching this project.” Virgil sneered. “Especially about Shakespeare.”

“Huh?” Patton had not fully processed Virgil’s words. “Is it because you don’t understand it?”

“Sure.”

“Neither can I! I guess Shakespeare really has our brains shaken up! Maybe we can ask the teacher to go over it for us?”

The teen huffed and shook his head. Virgil laid his head on the wooden desk and his eyes slipped closed. He napped for the rest of the period.

His behavior continued for weeks. Patton had tried everything in his power to get Virgil to help him out. Patton’s seemingly endless supply of compliments and encouraging gestures served no help.

Patton’s mind had conjured countless excuses for Virgil since Virgil himself refused to give one. At the beginning the excuses had seemed feasible. Lack of sleep? Family issues? However, by week three, Patton was already scraping the bottom of the barrel, trying to justify Virgil’s dismissive attitude with clones and possible mind control. Virgil was no closer to lifting up a pencil, there were ten days left of the project, and Patton still understood little to nothing about Shakespeare. Patton was flying solo and time was ticking.

The final week before the project was due, Patton caught the flu.

Patton would chalk up the flu to the top three sucky sicknesses of his lifetime. His fever was raging, his skin drowning in sweat while the insides of him iced over. Patton couldn’t tell when being awake ended and when sleep began. The only alarm in Patton’s body was the churning in his gut that rushed him to the toilet.

Understandably, the project was the last thing on his mind.

Patton would not remember his Shakespeare mission until the Sunday before it was due, when he was shaking off the final remnants of the flu. The realization hit him like a train, but by the time he went flying off his bed and hurriedly logging on to his computer to check the time, Patton knew it was hopeless. There was no way he could get the project done in a few hours and counting. Not when all his energy was going into fighting of sneezes and headaches.

Patton was dejectedly scrolling through his email filled with newsletters from adoption sites and animal protection agencies when a subject line caught his eye: “English Project.” Linked to the email were word documents and an audio file. Perplexedly, Patton opened the email.

To: [email protected]

From: [email protected]

Subject: English Project

Patton,

so apparently you’ve been sick. class is way more quiet without you their, which is wierd.

i think i did everything you hadn’t done. it’s gonna be really mispelled and confusing and shit. sorry. i’m not the best with righting. feel free to fix anything.

get well soon.

-V

p.s. sorry for acting like a jerk. i owe you a explanation monday.

Patton hugged his computer screen and laugh with relief. He had no idea why Virgil was so nervous. His ideas were brilliant. A week later, Patton would see an A in his gradebook for the Shakespeare project.

There was a reason why Patton never lost faith in people.

True to his word, the next week Virgil explained his mistreatment to Patton. Virgil struggled with dyslexia. While he was getting tutoring in overcoming his learning disability, Virgil’s writing made him incredibly insecure. His old teacher always let him work individually, but the new teacher wasn’t having it. Before class, the teacher pulled him aside and told Virgil he was no different from any other student and would have to work with a partner. Virgil, determined to spite the teacher and anxious to seem like an “idiot” in front of Patton, would pretend to sleep the whole period.

“All your writing took was a quick grammar fix. The ideas were so good! I’m not just saying that to say that, they actually were! I could never think of something like that.” Patton reassured enthusiastically.

Virgil flushed a bright red. “I didn’t do much. Shakespeare is a lot easier to understand with audio.”

Patton listened to the audiobook of Macbeth that night. Virgil clearly wasn’t giving himself enough credit.

Virgil and Patton quickly grew close once the project was done. Virgil was still quiet, snappy, moody, and detrimentally insecure, but he began to open up more as the months went on. By senior year, Patton and Virgil was joined at the hip. Two peas in a pod.

Virgil had grown a lot since freshman year.

Being joined at the hip with Virgil meant that Patton got to understand Virgil by the simplest change in body language or expression. It also meant that Patton became aquatinted with anyone close to Virgil.

Patton already had a bad feeling while Virgil’s tone had shifted on the phone the night they were chatting about yearbook quotes. Remy sending Patton a text only confirmed the ball of dread in his stomach.

Rem: pat can we talk ?

Patton: You don’t even have to ask! Everything ok?

Rem: it’s about v

Rem: have you guys talked recently ? out of school

Patton: We talked last weekend. Over the phone. Why? Is Virgil fine??

Rem: idk. he came over to my house a couple nights ago at like 5 am. talked about some ghost shit.

Patton: He woke you up to talk about ghosts??(language!)

Rem: looking for affirmation that he wasn’t some obsessed ghost freak. i told him nah

Rem: but tbh he kinda is obsessed

Patton: He is passionate about his ghosts! But that’s not a bad thing.

Rem: v strongly disagrees. the whole thing about the yearbook and ghost quotes really messed with his head

Patton: I didn’t mean anything bad by it! It was just an idea! I promise! I’ll apologize to him!!!

Rem: wait no thats not what im saying. no one blames u

Rem: is he doing any ghost stuff anytime soon

Patton: Yep. He’s going to visit a castle!

Patton: Is that bad?

Rem: don’t you remember last time v became paranoid abt something? he pulled some real stupid stuff just to prove ppl wrong

Patton: Yeah. I know.

Patton: Gosh now I’m worried :(

Rem: i just dont want him doing anything he’ll regret on the trip. can u just…idk watch out for him pls ? ik v can take care of himself. but sometimes he gets into this headspace that’s self-destructive

Rem: tbh i dont like his ghost stuff as it is. i dont need him doing something dumb either

Patton: I understand Rem. That’s really sweet of you <3 <3

Patton: I’ll look out for him! I promise!!!! :-) :-)

Rem: ty. dont tell v abt this convo tho

Despite feeling uneasy about it, Patton understood Remy’s request to keep silent. Telling Virgil about their conversation would only push Virgil away and make him defensive. It’d be impossible to look out for him.

Virgil had already given Patton a way in. Patton had to talk to Logan for Virgil and get any supplies he might need. Patton loved visiting Logan in and of itself. Maybe Logan could help him out.

Logan’s business was located near small shops clustered along the beach. It was a hotspot for tourists, where knickknacks and souvenirs were sold and expensive attractions were advertised. Patton walked along here with Virgil sometimes, stopping at the arcade or mirror maze. Patton had met some of the most interesting people in the small touristy town.

Among the attractions was a dark blue shingled building with a pointy-roofed top. Painted letters on a wooden board spelt out “Afterlife Exposed.” Patton stepped through the door and a bell gently ringed, signaling his arrival.

At the sound of the bell, a tall, dark-haired man turned around. His navy suit blended in with the darkness of the shop. The man’s lean body was captivated beautifully in the suit. Patton quickly averted his eyes, blushing furiously.

“I have been expecting you-oh. Greetings, Patton. What a surprise.”

“Hi Logan!” Patton waved enthusiastically. “Who were you expecting?”

“No one. It’s a new rule Father has implemented. I must say it to every customer to ‘set the mood,’ as he calls it.” Logan dragged his hand over his face exasperatedly. “I find it quite ridiculous. But business shall be business.”

Logan’s father technically owned Afterlife Exposed. But he was always hidden in the back, gathering supplies or experimenting. Logan was currently studying entrepreneurship in college in order to take over the family business someday.

“How may I help you today, Patton?” Logan inquired, stepping around the counter to stand in front of him. He was even taller up close.

Patton filled Logan in about the New Prince Castle family murder and Virgil’s plan to investigate the castle for one of his ghost routines. Logan nodded politely the whole way through.

“I see. What an intriguing case. What exactly does he need from me?”

Patton shrugged cluelessly. “Anything you think might help, I guess.”

“What’s his budget?”

“A coffee and cake pop from Starbucks, if he uses his gift card.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “And he sent you to purchase something from here? Why, he couldn’t even afford a keychain.”

“Come on, Logan! He’s one of your most loyal customers and between us, he’s going through a rough patch. Can’t you help him out? Please?”

Logan massaged his temples and sighed. “Patton, it’s just not something the business can afford to do right now. My Father and I have been dealing with a sort of rough patch as well. You and Virgil have my sincerest apologies-truly, you do.”

Patton nodded dejectedly, “I understand.” Spotting Logan’s hesitant expression and tense form, he rested a hand on Logan’s shoulder and grinned. “Really, I do. I don’t blame you.”

Logan gave a small, tight-lipped smile in return. Gently shaking Patton’s hand off his shoulder, he clasped his hands together tightly. “Well, is there anything else I can do for you?”

“I’m not too sure.” Patton pursed his lips in thought. “Well, actually. I was wondering if you could tell me the dos and don’ts of ghost hunting. The yays and nays. The cats and dogs-actually no scratch that, both of those would be a yay.”

“With all due respect, Patton, I think Virgil has got that covered.” Logan reassured. “He must have asked me a dozen times prior to his first investigation.”

“Oh yeah, I know. It’s for me.” Patton corrected.

Logan raised an eyebrow in perplexion. Patton had never shown an interest in ghost hunting when Virgil wasn’t to be found.

Patton thought quickly. “I just want to understand more. For when I talk to Virgil. Sometimes I really don’t get half the explanations coming from the kiddo’s mouth.” It wasn’t a lie. “Just…how do you deal with ghosts?

“I see.” Logan clicked his tongue. “I’m sure Virgil could explain it to you more in depth. But, if you’re ever in doubt, chalk it up to one thing: respect. Is what you’re doing respecting the afterlife and their home? Are you portraying common courtesy? Treat them with the same respect as the living, if not more. There are exceptions, as with anything, but for the most part, that should keep you out of trouble with spirits.”

“Respect.” Patton repeated.

“You have strong morals, Patton. If you’re concerned about involvement with the afterlife due to your closeness with Virgil, I would not worry. Lack of respect is the last of your weaknesses.”

Logan pulled out his phone from the back of his pocket. “I apologize, I must return to my work. However, if you or Virgil have any more questions, feel free to give me a call.”

Patton gushed and thanked Logan, jotting down his number. Logan flushed a gentle red and held out his hand for a handshake.

“Pleasure doing business with you, Patton.”

Patton swatted Logan’s hand away and brought him in for a hug. “Thank you, Logan.”

Logan awkwardly pat Patton on the back before ungracefully untangling himself from the embrace. “I was only doing my job. Now, I understand it’s none of my business, but I recommend getting some rest. You look exhausted.”

“High school has permanently carved bags under my eyes.” Patton shook his head defeatedly.

Logan gave an amused smirk. “You sounded like Virgil.”

Patton beamed. “Like father, like son!”

Just as Patton was about to turn around to leave the store, something in the corner of the room glistened, catching his eye. “Hey Logan? Just one more thing?”

Logan hummed at him, encouraging Patton to continue.

He pointed to the object at the corner of the room. “How much can I get that for?”

“Walkie-talkies. I sent you to Logan Berry, one of the smartest, most knowledgeable people about the afterlife in this town, and you come back with a Ghost Buster walkie-talkie.” Virgil grunted, dangling the toy by its antennae.

“You can have the Casper the Ghost one instead.”

“What? No! Ghost Busters is better, anyway.” Virgil groaned. “That’s not the point. How about advice? Did Logan say anything?”

“Just to respect the ghosts. Have common courtesy. Which you better be doing anyway, even without Logan telling you to do so.”

Virgil threw his hands up in exasperation and fell down into his sofa as the cushions engulfed the skinny man. “Obviously I respect them! The last thing I need is coming home possessed and cursed! He knows I know that. That’s really all he said?”

“Besides giving us his number.” Patton confirmed. “Which I already gave you.”

Virgil grumbled. “Whatever. One day I’ll get enough money to- wait. The walkie-talkies. There’s no way you could have bought them with my money, I would not have had enough. Please don’t tell me…”

Virgil got a glance of Patton’s sheepish look and groaned. “Patton, we have a rule! No buying each other anything!” He buried his head in his hands. “I can’t pay you back. You know that.”

“Hey…” Patton took a seat next to Virgil and laid a comforting hand on his knee. “It’s okay. They weren’t expensive. You don’t have to pay me back.”

Virgil looked at Patton in between his fingers. His voice was muffled against his palms. “You know how I feel about that, Pat.”

“Virgil, come on.” Patton pleaded.

Virgil shook his head. “Thank you. But, you need to return them.”

Guilty silence settled among the two, but neither made a move to leave. Both were lost in their own worlds when an idea struck Patton.

He nudged Virgil. “I know a way for you to pay me back without money.” At Virgil’s unimpressed look, he protested, “Seriously! It would mean a lot more to me than whatever these walkie-talkies cost.”

“Yea?” Virgil lifted his head from his hands. “What is it?”

Patton stared at Virgil’s stormy eyes as his heart pounded. In all honesty, this was the last thing Patton wanted to do. He was terrified. But, he thought back to the conversation he had with Remy, and the last time Virgil did something senseless unsupervised due to paranoia. “I want to go ghost hunting with you. At the New Prince Castle.”

Virgil’s jaw dropped. His eyes darted around Patton’s face before he shook his head and gave a weak chuckle. “Sure, Pat. Whatever you say.”

“No, I’m serious!” Patton insisted. “I’ll respect the ghosts and do whatever you tell me to do!”

Virgil was dismissing Patton before he could finish his sentence. “No, no, no. You hate ghost stories, Pat! Especially ones that are spooky and gruesome. You’d hate ghost-hutning. It’s dark and there’s lots of weird noises and tons of spiders. No way. I’m not adding more guilt to my conscience.”

Virgil made a move to get up from the sofa, but Patton refused to let the conversation drop. He grabbed Virgil’s hand and pulled him back to the seat. Virgil landed with a clumsy thump.

“Kiddo, I know I hate all those things. I’m sure I’ll be scared. But, you’ll be there too! I love you more than I hate all those things combined.”

“Patton, we can do something else together. Go to the movies. Or bowling. Normal teen stuff.” Virgil reasoned.

Patton retorted, “But ghost hunting is important to you.”

“It’s not that important. It’s a simple hobby. I don’t care that much about it.” Virgil cut off.

“I know, I know!” Patton quickly backtracked. “What I meant was that ghost-hunting has been a cool way for us to bond. It intrigues you-a perfectly normal amount-and I like seeing you happy! Just like you go walking with me along the shops by the beach even though it’s super crowded and you hate it.”

“Patton, what’s your point?” Virgil grilled.

“My point is I want to try this thing that you enjoy with you. Just like you try things for me. It’s senior year, Virgil. No one hates thinking about it more than me, but we don’t know what things are going to be like after high school. I want to find a husband, start a family. Maybe study veterinary science. You could have a publisher for your writing, become a famous author, and move. I want to do this with you. I want to get over my fear.”

Patton stared at Virgil hopefully and held out his hand. “What do you say? One more big adventure for the dynamic duo?”

Virgil stared at Patton, looked down and roughly shook his head, froze, then stared at Patton once more. Virgil’s foot rapidly tapped against the floor, creating a dizzy, distracting melody. Finally, Virgil pulled his hair and glared at Patton. “You’ll be careful?”

Patton nodded eagerly.

“And you’ll stick with me no matter what? At all times? I want you in my sight.”

Virgil dramatically groaned, closing his eyes and throwing his head back. “I guess you can come.”

Patton shot up from his seat, whooping with joy and hopping around the sofa. “Thank you, Virgil! Thank you! We’re going to have such a great time!”

Virgil peeked one eye open and gave a soft grin. “Yeah, I guess we are. You’re sure you wanna do this?”

“Never been more sure of anything in my life besides my love for you and cats! I pinkie swear it.”

Patton and Virgil intertwined pinkies before Patton winked and let go, embracing Virgil.

“Let your moms know you’re going to be gone for the weekend.” Virgil smirked. “We have a haunted castle to explore.”

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #sanders sides fanfiction #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #remy sanders #deceit sanders #LAMP #CALM #platonic lamp #hurt/comfort #family fluff #fluff #logicality #prinxiety

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apsbicepstraining · 7 years

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Wladimir Klitschko:’ This know it sounds arrogant, but I am like Mount Everest’

The 41 -year-olds training camp in the Alps consider this to be the location for a horror film and he tells Sachin Nakrani he is in the mood to give Anthony Joshua a scare when they meet on 29 April at Wembley

Stanglwirt is a sprawling bio-hotel located in the Austrian Alps and which at first glance consider this to be the setting for a slow-burning, creepy fright movie. With its rocky background and somewhat kitsch interior heavy timber panelling, stripy sofas it brings about retentions of the Overlook Hotel from Stephen Kings The Shining. Walk through the lobby, past the staff dressed in lederhosen, and it feels like merely a matter of time until a clock goes off, a jackas springs out and a figure falls down the stairs.

But on this spring visit there is no repugnance to be had. Instead, amid the restaurants and prohibits, the spas, saunas and swimming pools, resides a legend of redemption. Or, as Wladimir Klitschko applies it, fulfilling an obsession.

The heavyweight is here to prepare for his contest with Anthony Joshua at Wembley Stadium on 29 April. Stanglwirt has been his pre-fight basi since 2003 and a situate he describes as a residence away from home. It is easy to see the are calling for all its Heres Johnny! characters, the complex , now more than 250 years old, is a beautiful plaza to invest some time. Pristine, picturesque, heated, friendly and with batch to do and eat. For Klitschko it is somewhere to get his thinker and figure right, which now now more than ever is important for a boxing enormous who, as he acknowledges, is about to take over a career-defining challenge.

Klitschko has not fought since his shock defeat to Tyson Fury in Dsseldorf 17 few months ago. It was an outcome that is not simply deprived the Ukrainian of his WBA, IBF and WBO entitles but too of his robe of near-invincibility. Dr Steelhammer, a fighter who had locked 53 of his 64 victories across a 27 -year career by knockout, was outgunned by a man who dressed as Batman for one of their pre-fight news conference. Fury was a parody, hitherto after a unanimous extents decision on 28 November 2015 he was the one laughing.

Much has happened to Fury since that night and one of the consequences has been Klitschko missing out on a rematch that would have supported him with a chance to prove he is no busted even after a fourth demolish since changing professional in 1996. Unfinished business, as he puts it. Now, eventually, comes the chance for him to go again against a British fighter.

Wladimir Klitschko and his physio Aldo Vetere at the Stanglwirt hotel. Photo: Johann Groder/ AFP/ Getty Images

Joshua, the IBF champion, poses a different menace to Fury a year younger at 27, stronger and more deadly. Then there is the give: a stadium Klitschko has never fought at, in front of a 90,000 sellout army. He goes there on the back of his longest period of immobility since first lacing up a duo of gauntlets, and having simply shifted 41. Little wonder this most assured of men is full of questions, full of doubts, as he spoke at Stanglwirt.

This fight is 50 -5 0, Klitschko said. Can the younger guy make it? Has the older person still got it? Wonder lines are making this event really interesting. Ive never had a pause for a year and a half. Is it bad? Is it good? Will I have rust? I require the answers myself.

One thing I believe is I dont experience my age. Its not empty words. I am get in best available chassis of “peoples lives”, physically and mentally. I dont construe Im fasten and not improving, even in a sport Ive been involved with for so long. Thats what interests and stimulates me.

Klitschko certainly ogled well as he spoke, flanked by his manager, Bernd Bnte, and his trainer, Johnathon Banks.

The body remains foisting and defined, his face chiselled and those hands continue to look like weapons of mass destruction. Asked to predict how the fight with Joshua will go, Klitschko conjured his fists and nodded towards them in turn. Funeral or hospital? Hospital or funeral? I dont need many punches to knock a person out.

That was a rare instant of trash-talking swagger from the ex-serviceman( alongside the moment he claimed Joshua gets confidence from his muscles and is better suited to bodybuilding ).

Generally Klitschko was respectful of his antagonist, suffer partly out of the fact Joshua goes into their fight on the back of a perfect professional evidence 18 acquires from 18 opposes, all attained via knockout and partly because of the respect Klitschko developed for the man from Watford, having invited him to be a sparring partner in November 2014, before taking on the Bulgarian Kubrat Pulev.

He amazed me with his attitude, Klitschko says. He was in the background and discovering. Sometimes you need to be quiet and just watch, and he was celebrating everything. He could also casket, so I contributed him recognition and I was there in the arena when he prevailed gold[ at London 2012 ]~ ATAGEND. Every medallist in the super-heavyweight divide at the Olympics has to be considered successful. He has a lot of possibilities and so far has done good.

Unlike Fury, Joshua is likely to engage with Klitschko from the first bell, would be interested to bush his feet and unload missiles as frequently as possible. On one mitt that provides the challenger with a standing target not to mention a presumably susceptible chin but on the other it means he will have to engage himself, something Klitschko did only in the 12 th round of the Fury fight when his uncharacteristic indecision against a moving target “ve been given” him no choice but to go for shatter. Eventually it was too little, too late.

Klitschko insists he has learned from his mistakes and will be fully prepared for the challenge by the time he arrives in London on 26 April. Until then it is a occasion of working on and staying focused, something that was there to realise at Stanglwirt.

The scene was a altered tennis tribunal in the bowels of the inn. In the middle digested a doughnut while at one side were three punchbags hung in ascending prescribe and at another a basketball cyberspace where, at around 8am, Banks shot bands with another member of backroom unit as Klitschko went through a series of unfolding exercises. Two television screens had been put together showing Joshuas previous fights, everything taking place to the music of Motown classics. It was a relaxed start.

Banks and Klitschko eventually underwent some pad work inside the ring. It was, in keeping with the mood of the morning, a relatively soothing discussion but the chime of thudding fists carried enough of an resemble to remind spectators of the influence coming Joshuas way later this month. The 27 -year-old is the favourite with most bookmakers but complacency would be preposterous against a guy who has been there, said and done, and is registering the ring not because he necessity the money but because he is determined to remind “the worlds” he remains one of “the worlds largest” sturdy heavyweights and, yet again, has what it takes to be a champion.

Wladimir Klitschko was uncharacteristically indecisive against Tyson Fury in 2015. Picture: Kai Pfaffenbach/ Reuters

Failure is an experience and Im coming after a win[ against Fury] with a quite different attitude, Klitschko says. I learned more about myself, about boxing, through that demolish. Regrettably I cannot change it, or have a second fire like in golf theres no mulligan for me. But Im not a destroyed man.

This may sound arrogant but I am like Mount Everest. You can climb it during a certain period during 2 week in April I imagine and say: I quelled Everest. Then youve got to run down because its going to take you down if you miss the time.

Some make it back but a lot of parties expire, so is Mount Everest defeated? No, its still here and its going to take another life this April.

Sky Sports Box Office just goes to show Joshua v Klitschko alone live on 29 April. To book go to www.skysports.com/ joshua

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Wladimir Klitschko: This may sound arrogant, but I am like Mount Everest

The 41-year-olds training camp in the Alps looks like the setting for a horror film and he tells Sachin Nakrani he is in the mood to give Anthony Joshua a scare when they meet on 29 April at Wembley

Stanglwirt is a sprawling bio-hotel located in the Austrian Alps and which at first glance looks like the setting for a slow-burning, creepy horrormovie. With its mountainous background and somewhat kitsch interior heavy wood panelling, stripy sofas it brings about memories of the Overlook Hotel from Stephen Kings TheShining. Walk through the lobby, past the staff dressedin lederhosen, and it feels like only a matter of time until a clock goes off, a cuckoo springsout and a body fallsdownthe stairs.

But on this spring visit there is no horror to be had. Instead, amid the restaurants and bars, the spas, saunas and swimming pools, resides a story of redemption. Or, as Wladimir Klitschko puts it, fulfilling an obsession.

The heavyweight is here to prepare for his bout with Anthony Joshua at Wembley Stadium on 29 April. Stanglwirt has been his pre-fight base since 2003 and a place he describes as a home away from home. It is easy to see the appeal for all its Heres Johnny! qualities, the complex, now more than 250 years old, is a beautiful place to spend some time.Pristine, picturesque, warm, friendly and with plenty to do and consume. For Klitschko it is somewhere to get his mind and body right, which now more than ever is important for a boxing great who, as he admits, is about to take on a career-defining challenge.

Klitschko has not fought since his shock defeat to Tyson Fury in Dsseldorf 17 months ago. It was an outcome that not only stripped the Ukrainian of his WBA, IBF and WBO titles but also of his cloak of near-invincibility. Dr Steelhammer, a fighter who had secured 53 of his 64 victories across a 27-year career by knockout, wasoutgunned by a man who dressed asBatman for one of their pre-fight press conferences. Fury was a joke, yet after a unanimous points decision on 28 November 2015 he was the one laughing.

Much has happened to Fury since that night and one of the consequences has been Klitschko missing out on a rematch that would have provided him with a chance to prove he is no busted flush after a fourth defeat since turning professional in 1996. Unfinished business, as he puts it. Now, finally, comes the chance for him to go again against a British fighter.

Wladimir Klitschko and his physio Aldo Vetere at the Stanglwirt hotel. Photograph: Johann Groder/AFP/Getty Images

Joshua, the IBF champion, poses a different threat to Fury a year younger at 27, stronger and more deadly. Then there is the setting: a stadium Klitschko has never fought at, in front of a 90,000 sellout crowd. He goes there on the back of his longest period of inactivity since first lacing up a pair of gloves, andhaving just turned 41. Little wonderthis most assured of men is full of questions, full of doubts, as he spoke at Stanglwirt.

This fight is 50-50, Klitschko said. Can the younger guy make it? Has the older guy still got it? Question marks are making this event really interesting. Ivenever had a pause for a year and a half. Is it bad? Is it good? Will I have rust? I want the answers myself.

One thing I believe is I dont feel my age. Its not empty words. I am getting in the best shape of my life, physically and mentally. I dont see Im stuck and not improving, even in a sport Ive been involved with for so long. Thats what interests and excites me.

Klitschko certainly looked well as he spoke, flanked by his manager, Bernd Bnte, and his trainer, Johnathon Banks.

The body remains imposing and defined, his face chiselled and those hands continue to look like weaponsof mass destruction. Asked to predict how the fight with Joshua will go, Klitschko raised his fists and nodded towards them in turn. Funeral or hospital? Hospital or funeral? I dont need many punches to knock a person out.

That was a rare moment of trash-talking bravado from the veteran (alongside the moment he claimed Joshua gets confidence from his musclesand is better suited to bodybuilding).

Generally Klitschko was respectful of his opponent, borne partly out of the fact Joshua goes into their fight on the back of a perfect professional record 18 wins from 18 fights, all achieved via knockout and partly because of the respect Klitschko developed for the man from Watford, having invited him to be a sparring partner in November 2014, before takingon the Bulgarian Kubrat Pulev.

He impressed me with his attitude, Klitschko says. He was in the background and learning. Sometimes you need to be quiet and just watch, and he was observing everything. He could also box, so I gave him credit and I was there in the arena when he won gold [at London 2012]. Every medallist in the super-heavyweight division at the Olympics has to be considered successful. He has a lot of potential and so far has done good.

Unlike Fury, Joshua is likely to engage with Klitschko from the first bell, looking to plant his feet and unload bombs as often as possible. On one hand that provides the challenger with a standing target not to mention a supposedly vulnerable chin but on the other it means he will have to engage himself, something Klitschko did only in the 12th round of the Fury fight when his uncharacteristic hesitancy against a moving target had given him no choice but to go for broke. Ultimatelyit was too little, too late.

Klitschko insists he has learned from his mistakes and will be fully prepared for the challenge by the time he arrives in London on 26 April. Until thenit is a case of working hard and staying focused, something that was there to see at Stanglwirt.

The scene was a converted tennis court in the bowels of the hotel. In the middle stood a ring while at one side were three punchbags hung in ascending order and at another a basketball net where, at around 8am, Banks shot hoops with another memberof backroom team as Klitschko went through a series of stretching exercises. Two television screens had been set up showing Joshuas previous fights, everything taking place to the sound ofMotown classics. It was a relaxed start.

Banks and Klitschko eventually underwent some pad work inside the ring. It was, in keeping with the mood of the morning, a relatively gentle session but the sound of thudding fists carried enough of an echo to remind onlookers of the power coming Joshuas way later this month. The 27-year-old is the favourite with most bookmakers but complacency would be foolish against a man who has been there, done that, and is entering the ring not because he needs the money but because he is determined to remind the world he remains one of the most durable heavyweights and, yet again, has what it takes to be a champion.

Wladimir Klitschko was uncharacteristically hesitant against Tyson Fury in 2015. Photograph: Kai Pfaffenbach/Reuters

Failure is an experience and Im coming after a defeat [against Fury] with a totally different attitude, Klitschko says. I learned more about myself, about boxing, through that defeat. Unfortunately I cannot change it, or have a second shot like in golf theres no mulligan for me. But Im not adestroyed man.

This may sound arrogant but I am like Mount Everest. You can climb it during a certain period of time during two weeks in April I believe and say: I conquered Everest. Then youve got to run down because its going to take you down if you miss the time.

Some make it back but a lot of people die, so is Mount Everest defeated? No, its still there and its going to take another life this April.

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