𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄,
─ julie and the phantoms.
you're the only one that makes
me feel alive, i can't keep
drowning in the shadows, you're
the only one that matter...
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"Jules stop pacing, she's gonna be here and it's gonna go fine, alright?" I call out, rubbing my eyes to rid of the slight dizzy effect from watching her walk back and forth through the studio for the past 10 minutes.
"I'm nervous," Julie huffs but nonetheless stops mid step. "This needs to go well because if not then she's gonna tell my dad and they're gonna throw me back into therapy cause they think I'm insane!"
"And it will Julie," Luke interrupts, guitar still strapped over his shoulder. "It's a great song, and I know you'll kill it. Have a little faith,"
She didn't respond, instead giving him a slight smile before looking down at the garage door. Flynn would be here any minute.
Alex and Reggie were on the couches, Alex leant back and spinning a drum stick on his fingers easily and Reggie beside him. A determined look on his features as he attempted to copy the movements but failed each time.
"How you feeling?" Luke brought my attention back to him. The closeness of his voice causing me to jump before I turned to notice how he stood next to me, an arm leaning on the piano top where I sat a mere few inches over.
"Tired," I reply back with a lazy smile. Conveniently, a yawn escaped past my lips after the word, my hand covering my mouth while Luke let's out a small laugh. "S'alright, I usually nap after an episode to sleep it off that's why,"
"You could go take a nap?"
"Not a chance, I'm not gonna miss the opportunity of watching Flynn freak out over you guys being ghosts," I snicker. Humming back in response, he nods slightly, eyes falling down to his ringed fingers as he slid a particular one on his right hand on and off silently.
"I have a question," Luke begins, looking up with a sheepish expression. Raising a brow, I say nothing in response but nod for him to continue. "How often do you get those... uh, panic attacks right? That's what they're called. How often does that happen?"
I blink, not expecting that of all things for him to ask, but clear my throat. "Um, depends on the week. Some days I feel better than others where I can manage perfectly fine but others, any little thing would set me off. It's kinda like a roulette, adds some spice to my life of being normal or an annoying bitc—"
"Hey, hey no. It's not something you can control right? So don't be mean to yourself about it," Luke cuts me off, his right hand moving up to shush me with his pointer finger pressed against my lips. Raising a brow, I look down to his hand but he doesn't acknowledge it. "I have an idea,"
"Can you move your finger first so I can actually talk?" I mumble out, watching as he rolls his eyes but moves away. "Thank you, much appreciated. Now what's your idea?"
