"Guys, why is she staring at me?"

For what felt like hours, but was really only a couple of minutes, Flora had been staring wide-eyed at the leather-clad drummer. She was still in shock over seeing the boy she had a vision of, and her mind was going a million miles a minute trying to figure out what the hell was happening. The only other time she'd drawn a person was when she predicted her mother's death, but she hadn't been dead at the time. She'd never drawn someone who was already dead, so this was all very new and scary for her.

"I don't know, dude. I think she's just terrified."

"Oh, okay." Doing the first thing he could think of to help, leather jacket boy quickly jumped at Flora, trying to scare her out of her daze.

It worked, as Flora shrieked before instinctively swatting at him in defense, only for her hand to go right through him. What the fuck?!

"Hey, guys! It worked!" the boy turned to his friends with a proud grin. The tall blond one just pinched his nose and sighed while the other one shook his head, laughing at his friend's antics.

"Wait wait wait. My hand just went through you!" She couldn't understand why the boys were acting so calmly about this, staring at her dumbly as she freaked out. "What the fu-"

She was interrupted by the boys frantically shushing her, leather-boy trying, and failing, to cover her mouth with his hand.

"Guys, the other one is coming back!" Without warning, the boys disappeared right in front of Flora's eyes. She looked over the garage door as her sister walked back in holding a wooden cross.

"Are they still here?" she asked hesitantly. She held the cross in a tight grip and at arm's length. She continues looking around before turning exasperatedly to her sister who was still frozen, processing what was happening. "I know I saw something. You saw them too right? I'm not crazy?"

The boys decide now was the moment to pop back in.

"Well, we're all a little crazy."

The sisters turned around quickly at the messy-haired boy's words, both screaming as Julie held the cross out further as protection.

"Oh my god! Please stop screaming!" the blond one yelled over the noise, covering his ears.

"Who are you and what are you doing in our mom's studio?" Flora nodded at her sister's words, putting her arm out in front of the younger girl in case they were dangerous.

"Your mom's studio? This is our studio!" The one in the middle tried moving toward the piano, but Julie kept pushing the cross at him, causing him to scramble away. Flora felt kind of stupid as she didn't have anything to defend herself against these....whatever they were.

"The grand piano is new and.....my couch!" The boy lept on the couch with the biggest grin Flo has ever seen. Jeez, it's just a couch dude.

"But that is definitely not my six-string." The boy surveyed the room, noticing all the differences, like the chairs hanging from the ceiling. Clearly confused, the boy got off the couch, looking at the sisters with a pleading look. "Can you give me just one second? Just...give me a second! Thank you."

The boys huddled up, all of them starting to realize that something was not right. Well, besides the fact that they were dead. All of them were whisper yelling, not realizing the girls could hear them.

"They aren't very good at whispering, are they?" Flora whispered to Julie, earning a slight chuckle from the nervous girl.

"They're not witches!" they heard the blond one yell, causing both sisters to look at each other strangely.

"Did he just call us-"

"Witches? Yeah."

"....should I take that as a compliment or...???" Flora had always secretly wished she was a witch, thinking it was wack that she was only able to predict the future through art and not even have any other cool abilities. Although, she figured maybe seeing ghosts could count as a power.

"Let someone with a softer touch handle this." The tall blond one broke away from the huddle, approaching them. "Why are you in our studio?" he asked in a raised voice. Softer touch???

Julie responded by shoving the cross at him, but all it did was go through his chest, not affecting him at all.

"Are you kidding me?!" The older Molina sister exclaimed. "Well, there goes our only defense."

"How did you do that?!"

"Clearly they're not understanding." he throws his hands up, looking back at his friends in frustration. "Okay, look. We're ghosts, all right?"

"Thanks, Captain Obvious!" Flo said with a sarcastic tone. The boy just rolled his eyes, continuing.

"We're just three ghosts, and we're really happy to be home. So, thank you for the flowers. They really brighten up the room."

"Oh, well you're welcome!" Flora said with a proud smile. Julie turned to her with an 'are you crazy?' look. "Oh shut up." She turned the boys, stilling grinning. "I planted those."

"Cool!" leather-boy said, making the older Molina sister blush and mutter a small thanks.

"We're actually in a band called Sunset Curve."

"Tell your friends!" the bass player exclaimed, making Flora snort in amusement.

"Last night was supposed to be a really big night for us. It was gonna change our lives."

"I'm uh...pretty sure it did." blondie whispered.

"Are you guys sure you're a band and not a comedy group?" Flo said, laughing the joke.

"This is freaking me out." Julie pulled out her phone, Flor looking over her shoulder as she typed.

The boys had the same idea, leaning in to catch a glimpse at the screen. "What is that? What are you doing?"

The sisters turned to the leader with confused glances. "It's my phone," Julie said in a 'duh' tone. "No. Stop talking to them. They aren't real. There's no such thing as cute ghosts."

"Oh, think we're cute?" leather-boy asked with a confident smirk.

Flora briefly glanced at him before looking at Julie. "Yeah...I don't think I'd be seeing them too if they weren't real." Flo whispered to her sister. She just rolled her eyes before continuing her search. 

"Who ya calling?"

"I'm Googling Sunset Swerve."

"Sunset Curve!" all the boys corrected in a loud voice, while Flo corrected in a much more gentle tone.

Both looked at Julie's phone as the search brought up an article about the band. "Woah, there is a Sunset Curve." Julie said, causing the boys to look at her like 'I told you so!'. "You did die...but not last night. Twenty-five years ago?"

"Oh shit. Y'all are old!" Flo exclaimed with a laugh.

"What? No. Th-that's impossible. After we floated out of the ambulance, all we did was go to that weird dark room where Alex cried."

Clearly in denial, blond-boy, who she's guessing is Alex, defended himself. "Well...I don't think...I think we were all pretty upset. Okay?"

"But that was just for like an hour. We just showed up here."

With a sigh, Julie showed them the article that was on her screen. "Look. I'm just telling you what my phone says. See? You died in 1995 when you were 17. It's now 2020."

"So this is the future?" leather-boy whispered in astonishment, eyes glued to the screen.

"Yeah, I know, not as impressive as in the movies." Flo shook her head in disappointment.

"Wait. So...so it's been twenty-five years? I have been crying for twenty-five years? How is that possible?!?!"

"Well, you're a very emotional person." his buddy tried comforting him.

"I AM NOT!"

All of a sudden, Carlos comes into the garage, making both sisters' eyes go wide. "Thought you were afraid to come out here," he says directed at Julie. "You talking to your ghost friend? How does he look? Is he hideous?" he asked with his arms crossed, teasing them.

"He can see you," Alex said with a smirk to leather-boy.

"No, he can't," Julie said confused. Flo was also confused, wondering why he couldn't see the ghosts when they could.

"What?" Carlos looks around before turning back to them with a questioning look, thinking she was talking to air.

"Okay, this just got super weird." Flora whispers frantically to Julie.

"Uh...what do you want?"

"Normal sisters, for starters."

"Rude." Flo crossed her arms, glaring at the young boy.

"Stop being weird and come eat." With that, he walks out of the garage and back to the house.

"He couldn't see you." Julie and Flo glanced at each other, both equally confused and freaked out.

"Yeah. I mean...that's usually how ghosts work." Okay, listen smart ass-

"Look," Julie starts walking out the garage, turning to address the boys. "I'm very sorry for what happened to you guys, but this isn't your studio anymore. You have to leave." She tries to leave again before getting stopped.

"But wait. We...we didn't get your names."

With a huff, Julie turns back around. "It's Julie."

The boys all turn to Flo, waiting for her to speak up. "...Oh! Yeah, uh...hey. I'm Flora." she responded with finger guns.

"Cool. I'm Luke, by the way. And this is-"

"Reggie! I'm Reggie."

"I'm Alex. How's it going?"

"Not that great actually," Flo mumbles under her breath.

".........Okay?" Clearly done with the whole situation, Julie leaves the garage, causing the boys to turn back to the remaining sister.

"She seems nice!" Reggie said optimistically.

"Did you miss the part where she kicked us out or..." Alex turns to his friend, who clearly did miss that part. "Yeah, okay."

"Yeah, uh...sorry about that," Flo speaks up, the boys looking back at her. "I would actually let you guys stay, but this place means a lot more to Julie than it does to me, so what she says goes." She starts to make her way out, saying another quick 'sorry' before leaving.

The Molina family gathered around the dinner table, leaving room for mom and joining hands to say grace.

"Okay, your turn Carlos," Ray says as he grabs Flora's left hand and bows his head.

"Thank you for our leftovers and the power of the mighty microwave. Amen."

"Amen," they all repeat before grabbing stuff to put on their plates.

"So...Carlos tells me he found you guys in the studio."

"They were out there talking to themselves." he snitches, causing Flo to lightly kick him under the table.

"I was rehearsing for a play," Julie says, coming up with a lie so their dad wouldn't be concerned for their mental health. "Flo was just helping me run lines."

Flora gave an impressed thumbs up and wink at Julie, causing the girl to shake her head, trying not to laugh.

The family suddenly hears their Aunt call out to them, causing them all to go into a panic. They quickly took their Mom's plate off the table and hid it.

"Spaghetti. Again?" She says in a totally unsurprised voice, noticing it's what they had last night as well. "That's too bad. I brought you my pasteles and arroz con pollo." Flora dropped her forkful of spaghetti, looking longingly at the food her Tía brought.

"Yum." their dad said before turning to Flora. "Stay strong!" he whisper-yelled

"I'm trying!" she harshly whispered back.

"Thanks, Tía. It smells great," Julie compliments.

"You can have it tomorrow," she says dismissively.

"Oh thank god," Flo mumbles, causing her dad to glare at her again.

"I can't let you have leftovers every night. My sister would kill me, may she rest in peace." She walks towards the table, noticing the empty spot where her sister used to be. "I see things here are going better?"

"Actually, the girls have been cleaning out mom's studio," he tells her, proud of the progress Julie has made since their mom's death. "Hopefully we can get the house on the market and some offers soon."

"Well, I like the sound of that. Moving from here is only gonna help you move on," she says squeezing Julie's shoulder in encouragement. Flora just rolls her eyes. She brought up the fact that she didn't wanna move only once, and she was quickly shut down. Her father insisted it was what was best for the family, but she really knows it's code for 'It's what's best for Julie.' "You've got to rip that Band-Aid off and get the pain over with."

All of a sudden Julie's eyes go wide and she lets out a shriek, startling everyone. She looks around trying to come up with an excuse for her odd behavior. "Uh...that's me. Ripping off the Band-Aid." Everyone chuckles, thinking she was just being silly, but Flo still looked at her strangely. Julie noticed and casually nodded her head in the direction of the hallway. Flo followed where she was gesturing, before realizing she got freaked out by the ghost band appearing in their house. The boys just casually waved to them like nothing was wrong.

"Hey Julie," Luke walks up to Julie and whispers, even though the rest of the family couldn't hear. "I really like what you guys did with the place."

"You shouldn't be here," Julie whispers back.

Thinking she was talking to her, their Tía gasps, looking hurt at her niece's words. "Oh, I'm just here to help, mija."

The boys take this as their cue to leave, heading back out the door.

"I mean...you should be at Pilates!" Wow, look at Julie with nice saves. "Thanks for bringing us food."

The older woman gives her a hug, happy that she was still appreciated. "Oh, it's nothing. And now that you're no longer in the music program, you can concentrate on classes that matter," she says, completely unaware of the bomb she just dropped on her family. Realizing the table got quiet, she looks expectantly at Ray. "You got the e-mail from the school, right?"

"Yeah." Liar. "We're still discussing it."

Flora looked questioningly at Julie, the girl giving her a half-hearted shrug in return. Why didn't Julie tell me?

"Bueno. I'm off to Pilates." She blew a kiss to Carlos before leaving the family to deal with the awkward tension.

"So, Julie, wanna hear how I slid into home and was almost safe?" Carlos discreetly nudged Flora, silently asking her to go along with it.

"Oh...yeah. Wow, that sounds like a great story! Tell us more, Carlos!"

"You're a good brother and sister. That's not gonna work." Their dad snapped his fingers, gesturing for them to leave the table so he could talk to Julie.

"I tried," Carlos whispered to Julie, Flora sending her sister an apologetic smile before walking out the kitchen with her brother.

Not even a minute later, loud rock music came blaring through the house. Flora ran back into the kitchen, giving her sister a panicked look which she returned.

"What's that?!" questioned Carlos, who came running in after his sister.

"I must have left the stereo on in the garage!" Julie abruptly stands from the table, rushing over to her sister and pulling her in the direction of the noise. "We'll go get it."

"Why do you need Flower?!" their dad yelled after them.

"Don't worry about it!" Flo yelled over her shoulder, causing Julie to give her a funny look. "Shut up. This is why you come up with the excuses."

Back in the garage, the guys are completely unaware of the noise they're making. When the girls get there, they're happily rocking out on their instruments that they haven't gotten to play in twenty-five years.

"Guys! Guys, stop! Enough! Cut it out!" One by one, they each stop playing their instruments. "The whole neighborhood could hear you. I thought I told you to leave."

Reggie smiles, pointing at Flora. "Yeah, but she told us she doesn't care if we stay!"

"Way to put me on blast, dude!" she glares at him, noticing the side-eye she was getting from her sister.

"Wait," Luke starts, Julie's words finally registering. "People can hear us play?"

"Yes! And so did our dad and brother!"

"W-wait. Wait." The boys all put down their instruments, giving their full attention to the Molina sisters. "So, only you two can see us, but everyone can hear us?" Alex asks in amazement, all of them getting excited at the news. "I mean, what kind of ghost are we?" The annoying kind.

"Who cares, man? People can hear us play!" Luke is practically jumping ten feet in the air from how happy he is.

"We might be dead, but our music isn't." Reggie fist bumps Alex and Luke.

The sisters quickly turn their heads away from the band, hearing their dad come in the garage. "Dad!" They say in unison, eyes wide and smiles exaggerated.

"Hey. Just making sure you're okay," he explains to the girls, but is directed more at Julie.

"Yeah, we're fine. Just had to turn off the CD player."

"Wait. Is this the junk that was in the loft?" Their dad turns and finally takes notice of the instruments the boys had been playing.

"Junk?"

He walks over to the drums, banging on them a bit, looking impressed. "Some of this stuff's in pretty good shape. Maybe we could make a couple bucks."

Alex quickly chimes in to defend his instrument. "What?! Yo, stop touching my drums." He turns to the sisters, realizing Ray can't hear him. "Tell him to stop touching my drums!"

"I like that song you had on." Ray moves around the drum, going to stand in front of the girls.

The boys crowd him, happy that people like their music. "Sweet! We're Sunset Curve."

"Tell your friends."

"It's just an old CD we found." All of the boys gave looks of hurt at being called old, while Flo tried her best not to laugh in their faces.

"Well, still. It's nice that you're listening to music again. Out here you can play whatever you want, whenever you want." He spreads his arms in a gesturing motion, unaware that his hands went right through two of the ghosts.

Unaffected, Reggie just smiled goofily up at the man. "Oh! That's nice."

"Stay out of this," Julie hissed at the bass guitarist.

Flora harshly nudged her sister, giving her a look that told her to shut up.

"I-I'm sorry, honey. I didn't-"

Not wanting him to think he'd done something wrong, both girls frantically shook their heads, coming up with an excuse for Julie's outburst.

"Oh no no no! Not you!"

Flo nods her head, adding on to what her sister said. "That's a line....from the play...that we told you about..." Julie gave her a look which Flo just smiled innocently at. "Yeah, Julie kept forgetting that one." She walks up to their dad, dragging him to the garage door. "You know what, she should probably practice some more, so we're just gonna stay here and...yeah bye!"

He gives her an odd look before focusing on Julie. "Hey! We're gonna figure out this music program thing."

Grateful, but clearly wanting him to leave, Julie helps her sister in ushering him out. "Thanks, Dad."

"Adios, my dude!" Flo closes the door on him, closing her eyes and letting out a breath. She opens her eyes to see the guys laughing at her and Julie looking at her like she's crazy.

" 'Adios, my dude'?! What the hell was that?!"

The older sister huffed and crossed her arms. "I panicked! In case you couldn't tell, I'm under a lot of stress right now."

"Guys, he likes our songs!" Luke said excitedly.

"Oh yeah. He doesn't count. He's a dad." Alex says, kinda killing the good mood.

"Why can't you guys just be normal ghosts?" Julie was clearly frustrated about having to keep three annoying teenaged ghost boys hidden from their family. "Hang out in an old mansion. I hear Pasadena's nice." With that, she growls and stomps her way out of the garage.

Flora turns the boys, looking apologetic. "Sorry about her, but you guys gotta understand how...freaky this is for us."

"Well, I think she's warming up to us." Alex shrugs, ignoring the girl's words.

"Yeah, I've always wanted to go to Pasadena." Reggie still has a bright smile on his face, either unaware or not caring that they weren't welcome in their home.

Without saying a word, Luke poofs out of the garage, making Flora's eyes go wide as she searches the room. "Where'd he-"

She was cut off by the sound of her sister screaming, alerting the girl to the ghost's whereabouts. "Oh, nevermind."

The three stood around awkwardly, the silence deafening. Alex kept noticing the Molina girl glancing at Reggie, the other boy completely unaware and in his own little world. Before he could question her, she speaks up.

"So...do you guys wanna..." She gestured out the door with her thumb, the boys getting the hint.

"Oh! Oh yeah, let's...yeah that."

Flora left the garage, the boys just poofing out, and caught the end of whatever Luke was telling Julie.

"We can play again. That's a gift no musician would ever turn down."

Flora looked over at her sister in pity, knowing exactly what the girl was thinking. That she had the chance to play and did turn it down.

"You gotta know that. Clearly, your mom is into music."

"....Was. She passed away." The older Molina sister kept her eyes on the ground, avoiding the sad pitying looks the boys were sending them. She didn't always show it, thinking she didn't deserve to feel as torn up as she did, but their mom's death really affected Flora. While others saw it as apathy, she knew that after seeing her mother's dead body twice, she'd cried all the tears she could, to the point of almost being numb to it.

"I am...so sorry."

"Yeah, we...we didn't know."

Julie gave the boys half-hearted smiles, Flora looking up when she noticed Reggie trying to put his hand on her shoulder before just letting it hover when he realized he couldn't.

"It's alright." Julie sighs, clearly not alright. "You guys haven't seen her anywhere, have you? From wherever you're from?"

Both girls looked at the boys with hopeful expressions, before their faces dropped seeing them shake their heads.

"No. No, I mean, you guys are kind of the first people we've seen."

"Yeah, but they're not dead, so it doesn't answer her question," Reggie tells Alex, thinking the boy had forgotten.

"Yeah, I think they know what we mean." Alex glares at his oblivious friends before looking at the sisters. "I'm sorry for your loss."

"Thanks. Sorry I got mad. You guys are kinda good."

"Yeah," Flora nodded, agreeing with her sister. "I usually don't even like music like that, but I gotta admit...you guys are pretty good."

"Kinda? Pretty good? You know that's, like, 25 years of rust just getting dusted off."

"Yeah. Do you play the piano too?" Flora goes to answer Reggie before Julie cuts in.

"No. No, that was our mom's stuff in there." Julie ignores her sister's questioning look, wondering why Julie lied.

"No way. She's an amazing songwriter."

"She was. Wait-"

"How did you know that?" Flo finished her sister's thoughts. "You said you haven't met her."

"There's a song on the piano," he explains looking at the older sister. "If it's hers...Your mom was really talented."

Flora smiled gratefully at the boy, knowing his words meant a lot to Julie. Looking like she was about to walk away, Flo loudly cleared her throat, gaining her sister's attention. The girl looked back to see Flo motioning to the boys with an expectant look on her face.

"Oh...um...I guess if you need a place to stay, you can stay in there." She gestured to the garage. Flora beamed at them, giving her sister a thumbs up for understanding what she was trying to suggest. "There's a bathroom in the back and a couch that turns into a bed...if you still use any of that stuff."

"Julie...did you forget the part where they're ghosts?" Alex and Luke laughed, but Reggie just got really excited about the shower.

"I just really like showers, and sometimes the occasional bath."

Flo backs away from the boys, going up the stairs to stand by her sister. "Thanks for sharing?"

"Your welcome!"

The girl burst out laughing at how clueless he was, which only made the ghost boy smile even more.

"This...This is just...too weird." Julie leaves the boys and Flora behind as she heads back to the house.

The boys are all smiles over the news that they get to stay in their old studio.

Alex points to the other sister with a smirk. "See? I told you she was warming up to us."

Flora rolls her eyes, shaking her head at him. "You guys are lucky you're cute or we would have thrown you out a while ago." She turns away from them, retreating back to the house.

The last thing she hears before she's completely in the house is Reggie yelling in the distance.

"She thinks we're cute, too!"

a/n: this was so fucking long omg. it's over 4k words, and the fact that I'm willing to write this much for a fanfiction but not for school is hilarious to me. so anyways, thanks for reading, lemme know what y'all think....peace out my dudes. (also no this is not edited oops.)