We Can All Agree That The Pool Scene Was EVERYTHING

Shapeshifter? - Milo Manheim

Chapter one

Summary: Milo and Auroras friendship is complicated. They act like they’re together but both of them swear they’re just friends. Well Aurora does. But things starts to change during the break before season 2

Playlist

Song rec: The downtown lights • The Blue Nile

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The press tour had been a whirlwind—city after city, interview after interview—but today felt different. Maybe it was the exhaustion settling in, or maybe it was the way Milo kept looking at Aurora like she was the most fascinating thing in the room. This wasn’t new though, he always looked at her like she hung the moon and stars just for him.

They were in a bright, modern studio, seated on a plush semi-circle couch for one of the many press segments lined up for the day. A coffee table sat in front of them, scattered with cue cards and bottles of water. The energy was still high despite the long hours, everyone laughing and joking in between takes.

The interviewer, a woman with a warm smile and an easygoing demeanor, leaned forward, holding up a stack of cards. "Alright, we're going to play a quick game of Who's Most Likely To? You guys ready?"

The cast responded with various murmurs of excitement, stretching and settling in. Aurora tucked one leg underneath her, brushing her fingers through her hair as she glanced at Milo beside her. He was sitting relaxed, an arm draped over the back of the couch, his eyes crinkling as he smiled.

"Okay," the interviewer began, “Hi I’m here with the cast of school spirts and today we’re going to be playing who’s most likely!”

“Hi, I’m Peyton and I play Maddie!”

“Hi I’m nick and I play Charlie!”

“Hi I’m Aurora also known as Bug and I play Tilly.”

“Hi I’m Sarah and I play Ronda!”

“And I’m Milo Manheim and I play Wally!”

The group went through there introductions for the video before the interviewer continued by reading the first card. "Who's most likely to break character during a serious scene?"

Three hands pointed at Nick without hesitation.

"Oh, come on!" he groaned, throwing his hands up.

"Listen, buddy," Aurora said, grinning. "I love you, but we’ve all had to re-shoot scenes because of you."

"That one time—"

"Multiple times," Milo cut in, smirking. The group laughed as Nick shook his head in defeat.

The interviewer pulled another card. "Who's most likely to show up late to set?"

There was a brief pause before Aurora hesitantly raised her own hand, wincing playfully.

"See, I want to argue," Milo said, tilting his head, "but I can’t."

"Okay, in my defense—" Aurora started.

"There is no defense," Sarah teased. "You just suck at waking up early."

The next few questions sparked more laughter and playful accusations.

"Who's most likely to get lost in a new city?"

"Peyton," Aurora and Milo said in unison.

"Wow. Betrayal." Peyton said with her hand on her chest with fake hurt

"Who's most likely to cry during a movie?"

Aurora immediately pointed at herself, and Milo raised a hand, too.

"Wait, you cry during movies?" she asked, nudging him.

"Sometimes," he admitted. "I’m a sensitive man."

Aurora grinned. "Good to know."

The next card was read aloud. "Who's most likely to brighten everyone's day without even trying?"

Milo barely hesitated before turning toward Aurora. "Bug. No question."

The playful atmosphere shifted just slightly, the laughter dying down as Aurora blinked at him, caught off guard. "What?"

"You just…you have this way of making everything feel lighter," he said, his voice sincere. "Like, even when we're exhausted or filming a really tough scene, you always find a way to make us laugh or keep us going."

There was a collective aww from the group, and Aurora felt warmth creep up her neck. She met his eyes, offering a soft smile. "That’s really sweet."

Milo just shrugged, but there was a hint of something behind his usual easygoing expression—something almost shy.

By mid-afternoon, Aurora’s throat was dry from talking so much, and a small cough escaped her. Before she could even reach for her own drink, Milo was already holding out his water bottle.

She hesitated for just a second before taking it, their fingers brushing lightly. "Thanks."

He gave a small nod, watching as she took a sip.

“Who’s most likely to have the best playlist?”

“Mi! 100% there’s a reason why I get him to drive me home everyday from set!” Aurora said enthusiastically

“What kinda songs do you have?” The interviewer asked

“Oh I got everything! Lizzy, Sabrina, Taylor, Kendrick, the weekend all the good stuff!” Milo listed artist off as he scrolled through his playlist

“The amount of times I’ve caught these two in bugs trailer screaming cruel summer is unreal!” Peyton said as the group laughed

“Taylor is an icon we can’t help it!” Milo said holding his hand up in defence

By the time they wrapped for the day, everyone was drained. Despite that, they decided to head out for dinner together. After a full day of sightseeing with their co-stars, Aurora and Milo found themselves walking side by side, a little behind the rest of the group. The city lights shimmered above them, and the streets buzzed with life.

“You hungry?” Milo asked, glancing down at her.

Aurora gave him a look. “Milo, when am I not hungry?”

He grinned, nudging her with his shoulder. “Fair point.”

The restaurant was tucked away on a quiet street, warm and inviting, with dim lighting and the rich scent of garlic and spices filling the air. The cast had been on their feet all day—filming interviews, sightseeing, and navigating through the city crowds—but somehow, the energy was still high as they slid into their seats around a long table in the center of the dining room.

Aurora found herself seated between Milo and Sarah, with Nick and the others across from them. The table was already scattered with menus and glasses of water, condensation trickling down the sides.

A waiter approached, and the group wasted no time in ordering—pasta, steak, seafood, and enough appetizers to feed a small army.

“Okay, so who decided we needed three different kinds of bread?” Eli asked, raising an eyebrow at the selection of baskets in the middle of the table.

“That would be me,” Aurora said, reaching for a slice. “And you’re welcome.”

Milo smirked beside her. “That’s why she’s the smartest one here.”

Aurora elbowed him playfully. “See? Someone appreciates my genius.”

“Oh, trust me, I’m very appreciative,” Milo said, leaning in just slightly. His voice dropped, just for her. “You always know exactly what I need.”

She shot him a look, trying to ignore the warmth creeping up her neck. “Behave.”

He grinned. “Where’s the fun in that?” Across the table, Peyton rolled her eyes.

“Can you two not flirt for like, five minutes?”

Aurora huffed. “We are not flirting.”

Nick snorted. “Oh, you absolutely are.”

Milo just shrugged, completely unbothered. “What can I say? She brings it out of me.”

Aurora groaned, covering her face. “I hate all of you.” Laughter rippled through the group as the appetizers arrived, and soon, everyone was too busy digging into the food to tease her any further.

“Okay, but seriously,” Sarah said between bites. “Best moment of the press tour so far?”

“Oh, easy,” Nick said. “Milo tripping over a mic cord right before we went live.”

Milo groaned, tossing a piece of bread at him. “I told you not to bring that up.”

Aurora laughed, nudging him with her knee. “To be fair, that was pretty iconic.”

He turned to her, eyes narrowing playfully. “You laughed at me.”

“I did not—”

“You absolutely did.”

Aurora bit her lip, fighting a smile. “Okay, fine. Maybe a little.”

Milo shook his head. “Unbelievable. And here I thought you were on my side.”

Aurora placed a hand over her heart, feigning sincerity. “I am on your side. I just also really enjoy seeing you suffer.”

He leaned in again, his voice low. “You enjoy seeing me suffer, huh?” There was something in his tone—something teasing, but also…something else. Something that sent a flicker of warmth down her spine.

She cleared her throat, reaching for her drink. “Shut up and eat your pasta, Milo.”

Milo just smirked, clearly pleased with himself.

The conversation flowed easily as the meal continued—stories from set, embarrassing moments, inside jokes that only made sense to them. Aurora found herself laughing more than she had in days, the exhaustion from earlier fading into the background.

“Wine?” he asked, already reaching for the menu.

Aurora smirked. “Are you trying to impress me?”

“Depends,” he said, flashing a slow, lazy grin. “Is it working?”

She pretended to study her menu, ignoring the way her stomach flipped. “Jury’s still out.”

Conversation with him as easy, effortless, full of teasing and laughter. Milo was in full charm mode—leaning in just a little too close when he asked her opinion on something, stealing bites of her food like it was his right, throwing in the occasional wink just to see her roll her eyes.

“You do realize you have your own meal, right?” Aurora asked as Milo plucked another fry from her plate.

“Yeah, but yours tastes better.

She huffed. “That is objectively not true.”

He smirked. “Bet you just like the attention.”

She pointed a fry at him. “You are so lucky you’re funny.” Milo laughed, and damn it, she liked the sound of it.

At some point, dessert arrived—a rich, chocolatey something that non of them technically had room for, but Milo insisted on ordering anyway.

Aurora picked up her spoon, but before she could take a bite, Milo reached over, dragging his own spoon through the dessert before holding it up to her lips.

“Open up, princess,” he said, eyes full of mischief.

She gave him a deadpan look. “You did not just call me that.”

He wiggled the spoon slightly. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

With an exasperated sigh, she leaned forward, letting him feed her the bite. The second the flavor hit her tongue, she closed her eyes, humming in approval.

When she opened them, Milo was watching her. His gaze had darkened just a fraction, and the playful smirk on his lips softened into something else entirely.

“Good?” he asked, his voice lower now.

Aurora swallowed. “Yeah.”

For a moment, they just…looked at each other. The restaurant bustled around them, but all she could focus on was the heat in his eyes, the way his fingers toyed absentmindedly with the edge of his napkin, like he was holding himself back.

Then, as quickly as the moment arrived, Milo leaned back, grinning again. “Told you we needed dessert.” Aurora let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

Nick groaned. “Oh my God, just date already.”

Aurora nearly choked on her drink. “Excuse me?!”

Milo, meanwhile, just smirked, twirling his fork in his pasta. “Patience, Nick. We’ve gotta keep the slow burn going.”

Aurora turned to glare at him. “I hate you.”

He grinned. “No, you don’t.”

She kicked him under the table.

He winked.

And just like that, the night carried on, filled with good food, endless laughter, and just a little more flirting than Aurora cared to admit.

By the time they made it back to the hotel, exhaustion fully hit. Aurora sighed as they walked through the lobby, reaching down to slip her heels off.

"I think my feet have officially given up," she mumbled.

Milo glanced down, shaking his head. "Why do you do this to yourself?"

"Fashion over function."

Without another word, he crouched slightly. "C'mon."

She frowned. "What—"

"Get on," he said, giving her a pointed look. "I’m not letting you limp up the stairs."

Aurora hesitated, but the dull ache in her feet made the decision for her. With a quiet sigh, she climbed onto his back, arms draping around his shoulders.

"You’re ridiculous," she muttered, but there was a smile in her voice.

"That’s what I’ve been told," he replied, adjusting his grip.

When they reached her door, she climbed down with a relieved sigh, stretching out her legs. "You’re officially my hero."

"I accept that title."

Instead of heading to his own room, Milo lingered for a bit. She unlocked her door and glanced at Milo, who was leaning against the wall next to her.

“You tired?” she asked.

Milo shrugged. “Nah. You?”

She hesitated.

He caught onto it immediately. “You want me to stay,” he teased.

“I didn’t say that.”

He smirked. “Didn’t have to.” With an exaggerated sigh, she stepped aside, holding the door open for him.

“Fine. But if you fall asleep on my couch, I’m kicking you out.”

Milo walked in like he owned the place, collapsing onto her couch with a dramatic groan. “God, I love being right.”

Aurora grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge and tossed it at him. “Hydrate, ego boy.”

He caught it easily, cracking it open. “You should probably listen to your own advice, Miss ‘I Forget to Drink Water Until I Have a Headache.’”She rolled her eyes but took a sip of her own water anyway.

They fell into an easy rhythm—flipping through channels, scrolling through their phones, laughing at stupid memes. At one point, Milo leaned over, resting his chin on her shoulder to see what she was looking at.

“What’s that?”

Aurora didn’t even flinch at his proximity anymore. “Just pictures from today. Oh, look.” She turned the screen to show him a candid someone had taken of them when they were doing portraits of each other in a buzz-feed interview and she’d lent over smudging paint on his nose.

Milo smirked. “Proof that you treat me like a human canvas.”

“You let me do it,” she pointed out

“Maybe I just like being touched by you.”

The words were so casual, so effortlessly flirty, that it took her a second to process them.

Her heart did a stupid little flip.

“Milo—”

He stretched out, resting an arm along the back of the couch behind her. “Relax, princess. I’m just messing with you.”

She huffed. “I hate you.”

He grinned. “No, you don’t.”

He wasn’t wrong.

The longer they sat there, the heavier Aurora’s eyelids became. At some point, she shifted, curling into the couch, her head resting against Milo’s shoulder without much thought.

Milo froze for half a second before exhaling softly, his fingers brushing lightly against her arm.

“You’re getting sleepy, huh?” he murmured.

“Mmm,” was all she managed in response.

Eventually, he stood, stretching. "I should probably let you sleep."

Aurora stifled a yawn, nodding. "Yeah, probably."

But as he reached the door, she hesitated. "Hey, Milo?"

He turned back. "Yeah bug?"

She smiled, softer this time. "Thanks. For earlier. And for, you know…everything."

His gaze held hers for a moment before he gave a small nod. "Anytime, Aurora."

Gnawing at the iron bars of my enclosure atm. HIS ARMS 😍😍

You Belong with Me 💙🏈📖

Part 6

Wally Clark x fem reader Y/N

Summary:

It’s time for the homecoming dance and you meet a new ghost named Tommy. And reality of your death hits you both as the school is organizing a memorial. 

You and Wally reach the teachers’ lounge and you spot Janet, Rhonda and the other ghost who hasn’t said anything except stare at you which you find unsettling, but it could be just his way to cope with new ghosts. “Hi, uh we have some more questions, and we are hoping you can help us?” You ask the group. Janet gets up from her seat “I can try to help but like Mr Martin said we don’t know what causes us to be in this “In between” phase we just are.” She adds. “The more you dwell on your past and how you are stuck here the harder it will be on you. We want to figure our way out of here, to cross over but a big part of that is letting go of your past and embrace that you are here.” Not knowing how to respond to that You and Wally just stare blankly at her and each other. “Right so we just have to accept we are stuck here for how knows how long so we can eventually figure out how to cross over?” Wally says. The other ghost who has blonde hair and a tan who honestly looks like a model straight out of a magazine, is still staring blankly. “Ok blondie, you are starting to creep me out. Why are you just staring?” You ask him. He finally responds. “Sorry, this is all new to me too. I died not that long ago. I was a Junior when you were freshman you properly don’t remember. I’m Thomas but you can call me Tommy.” 

You and Wally continue to ask questions to the others until you can hear loud music. The dance has started. “Well, I don’t know about you guys, but I wanted to check out the dance and get some delicious punch they have every year.” Janet says as she gets up and starts to walk to the door. “Y/N and Wally if you want to join, go to the theatre there’s a room under the stage they have a bunch of old clothes if you want to dress up. Tommy and Rhonda follow seemingly also going to the dance. “Well, what do you say Y/N you want to go to the dance with me?” Wally asks as it’s just the two of you left in the room. “We’ve got nothing else to do so why not.” You respond. “But I want to look cute if I’m going.” “They can’t see- you know what never mind let’s go.”

You and Wally leave and walk to the theatre and find the hatch that leads to the room under the stage. Dozens of kids from your year start to pile through the doors all dressed up. You get to the drama room and find a bunch of clothes to wear. You spot a blue frilly dress your size and shove it on as Wally finds an old suit that looks like it’s been here since Janet was here. You exit the room and head to the gym. Entering the gym, you immediately see a photo of You and Wally together with a banner underneath that reads “Gone too soon” Seeing that you and Wally both look at each other as the situation of it all sinks in. you and him are well and truly dead.

“Ugh, I can’t believe the hot jock died. I was going to ask him out.” Amy said to her friends as they enter the gym and see the photo of You and Wally. “That nerdy friend of his had to die the same day as him to steal his moment because those two have to share everything together.” Karen one of Amy’s bitch pack laughs as they enter the dance. “Ignore them, come on lets at least try to have some fun.” Wally says trying to lighten your mood seeing how hurt you were at their comments. You take his hand and walk further in the gym. Wally drags you on the dance floor. You were hesitant at first but then he reminds you they can’t see you. So, you do and dance like literary no one was watching. Just as the dance is about to end, Principal Smith takes the stage. “Can I have everyone’s attention? I want to say that for those who were close to Wally, and Y/N I know it must be hard to be here. This dance is our way to honour both which is why they are both this year’s Homecoming King and Queen.” You both take the stage as if they can see you and you and Wally place the crowns on your heads. Principal Smith gets a photo of you and Wally up on the stage and places the crowns on top of the photo. “Don’t forget students that the school will be closed until Wednesday, and we will be having a memorial service for both of them and as far as I know their parents haven’t set a date for their funerals.” Mr Smith said as the dance dies down and reality hits you. Your family. They must be devastated. You just want to see them, but you can’t. Sadness washes over you as Wally turns and gives you a hug for support. You think to yourself this may be greedy, but you are glad you are here with Wally. Because you can’t imagine doing this alone.

Part 5 Part 7

I’m creaming oops I mean screaming

Standing ovulation. I mean ovation. Whatever 10/10

there’s only two dead 80s boys I have faith in, and their names are Eddie Munson and Wally Clark

Down By The Lake

NSFW

Summary: Wally gives you a ride home. ;)

Author's Note: I do plan on writing about other people too but Wally is my current hyper fixation so bare with me. Thanks for the support and send me some requests! Love -L

Wally Clark was undeniably the hottest guy in school. At least he was to you. Maybe it was the tension you were sure you were making up in your head. Or the fact that you had a crush on him for as long as you could remember.

He had noticed you too. He couldn’t deny he felt the pull between you. Your eyes would lock for a brief moment and his chest would tighten. His gaze always seemed to find you even in a crowd. That’s why he wasn’t surprised when his eyes locked on you during football practice. You were sitting in the bleachers waiting for your little sister to finish cheerleading practice. You were reading a book, legs crossed when you felt eyes on you. You glanced up slowly eyes meeting Wally’s his tongue darting out to lick the corner of his mouth causing heat to pull at your center.

It was honestly pathetic how easily he could get to you. Your little sister rushing up the bleachers blocks your view. You look up at her with a smile. “Ready to go?” She fidgets with her hands giving you a pleading look. “Can you find a ride home? The girls really want to head to the mall.” You sigh unzipping your bag, digging in it until you find your keys. You hand them to her with a warning, “If you get even a scratch on my car-“ She interrupts you “Yea I know. I’ll be careful. Promise.” She skips down the stairs dangling the keys in front of the other cheerleaders and exclaiming “Got them! Mall here we come.” The other girls squeal and grab their bags heading to the car. You sigh knowing you’ll have to walk home.

You stick your book in your bag sliding it over your shoulders as you head down the bleachers. You head to leave the stadium as you hear someone call your name. You stop turning around and see Wally jogging to you. He looks good even covered in sweat. “Do you need a ride?” He asks slightly out of breath and looking at you with those chocolate eyes. “I was just gonna walk.” You shrug. “I don’t wanna be a bother.” He chuckles shaking his head at you. “I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t wanna take you home, Beautiful.” Your cheeks heat and you giggle at him. “Okay, you can take me home Wally.” His smile brightens at your agreement. “I gotta go grab my bag. Give me one minute.” He says before rushing off toward the locker rooms. You stand there smile on your face as you fiddle with the straps of your bag.

Wally is back in a flash resting his hand on your lower back guiding you towards his truck. He opens the door for you making sure you are in before closing it and jogging around to get in the drivers side. “Are you hungry? I always get super hungry after practice. Let me take you out for dinner.” He is looking at you waiting for a response. “How about we go through a drive through and eat by the lake? It’s such a nice day out and if you are actually going to take me out I need a little more notice then this.” You smile back at him.

You chat about football and your book as you get food and drive to the lake. Wally helps you out before spreading his letterman out on his tailgate for you to sit on. You hop up and then Wally sits next to you close enough that his leg rubs against yours. You carry on your conversation as you eat your burger and fries. Wally stealing a few fries from you. You playfully bat his hand away and he gives you an adorable pout.

After you finish eating Wally hops off the tailgate and stands between your legs. “I like you a lot.” He murmurs as his hand rests on your knee. You look up at him eyes locking as you realize how close he is. “Can I kiss you? Please.” He whispers.

“Wally, I like you too. Like a lot. I am drawn to you somehow. You can more than kiss me.” You admit cheeks heating as you realize what you’ve said.

His lips smash into yours causing the tension to swallow you both whole. His hands slide up your legs squeezing your thighs with his hands drawing a whimper from you. He breaks the kiss resting his forehead on yours.

“I want you. But I want you to know that I still wanna take you on that date.” His hand brushes your cheek. “You can have me Wally. In any way you want. And I want you to take me out on that date too.” You rush out before kissing his lips again, tongue tracing his bottom lip.

His hands wrap around your thighs carrying you to the backseat of his truck. He lays you down carefully before crawling in after you closing the door once he’s inside.

He hovers over your frame soaking in the moment. He leans down capturing your lips in a heated kiss as his hands find their way under your shirt. He pushes it over your head lips only breaking apart for a brief moment.

Your hands find his toned stomach scratching it gently before helping him tug his shirt over his head. He visibly shivers as your nails rake down his stomach. He leans down kissing and biting the top of your breast marking you as his.

You whine as he pulls your bra off finally seeing your breasts in full glory. He takes a minute to commit this to full memory, your chest heaving under him that flustered look on your face. His mouth attaches to your breast as his hands trail down your sides until they reach the waistband of your skirt. He grunts as you lift your hips to brush against his.

He trails his lips down your stomach and bunches your skirt up around your waist, drawing in a breath at the sight of the damp spot in your lacy little panties. He hooks his fingers dragging them down your thighs and tossing them in his front seat.

He drags his pointer finger down your slit before spreading you open with his thumbs. The sight of you wet for him has his hips jerking into the seat. You whine getting impatient with him. "Please touch me." You whimper at him. He smirks up at you "I've got you baby. I am just savoring this moment."

He scoots you up, your back resting against the side door as he rest the back of your knees against his shoulders before blowing out hot air onto your center. "Open those eyes baby. I want you to watch me as I eat your sweet pussy." he squeezes your thigh. Your eyes shoot open locking onto the sinful image of his tongue darting out to flick against your clit.

Your hangs tangle into his dark strands, lifting your hips to bring his mouth closer to you. He brings his middle finger slowly sinking into you, a whine leaving you. "Fuck you are so tight Baby." He murmurs against you.

His tongue continues to flick against your bundle of nerves making you breathless. "Wally." you whine tugging at his hair. He looks up at you tongue still working against you while his middle finger fucks into you. "I need you. Please." You squirm underneath him.

He pulls away pushing his sweats down his thighs before sitting in the seat. He pats his lap. Your eyes lock onto his thick cock as it stands in all its glory. "Come on baby. I want you to ride me." He grabs your ankle pulling you towards him.

You scoot to him straddling his lap before reaching between you two drag the head of his cock through your wetness. His breath catches and he rushes to pull your lips to his kissing you as you sink slowly down his cock. You gasp as you take in the head and feel the thick vein on the underneath. The stretch almost painful as he fills you.

His hands find your hips to help you bounce on him. His lips attach to your breast covering them in his marks. "Taking me so well baby. Feel so good." he growls out at you clench around him. Your fingernails digging into his shoulders as you fuck down on him. The noise of your pussy swallowing his cock and your whines filling the air around you spurring you to move faster.

His hands lifting your hips to help as your legs begin to shake. The feeling so overwhelming that tears well up in your eyes. He kisses the tears as they stream down hitting that spot inside you. "Wally... I'm close." You whine as you tuck your head into his neck. His hand reaches up grabbing your ponytail yanking your head back. "I wanna see this pretty face when you fall apart." He grunts.

You whine out reaching your hand down to toy with your clit, clenching around him as he slams your hips against him. Your pussy stutters around him eyes closing as you reach the end. His eyes never leave your face as he feels you cum around him. "Fuck. Where do you want it?" He pants out. You look down at him fluttering your lashes look somehow innocent as he ruins your pussy. "Cum inside me Wally." You smile at him. That sentence alone pushes him to fill you with his spend.

He fucks his cum into you before resting his forehead on your collarbone both of you breathing heavy. "Fuck who knew you were such a freak Baby." Wally chuckles kissing you as your cheeks heat. He gently removes himself from you before helping you climb into his passenger seat. He gets in starting the truck before he snatches your panties from you tucking them into his pocket. "These are mine now. I want you to feel my cum dripping down those pretty thighs."

me when my s/o breathes

GOOD LAWD

I love a man in a suit and HIS HANDS. I’m going insane

You Belong with me 💙🏈📖

Wally clark x fem reader slow burn story

Summary:

After you witness Wally’s death you are confused, overwhelmed, and lost. And then tragedy strikes again. Then everything in your life as well as Wally’s changes and you met some new faces…

Part 3:

As you leave the field everything around you is a blur still in shock. Your mind is going a million miles a minute trying to come to terms of what just happened. You just want to go home and rot away listening to yours and Wally’s favourite song on your Walkman.

“Sweetie, could you go start the car? I need to head to the bathroom before we go home.” Mom says ever so softly knowing how fragile you are. Without saying anything you nod and grab mom’s keys, put on your Walkman and walk to the car park. You begin walking to the car music blaring through your headphones as you look down to adjust your Walkman in your pocket. Unbeknownst to you a car is speeding in the car park. A senior showing of his new car speeds in the parking lot and then BANG instantly collecting you. You get fling over the car and land directly on your head.

You slowly open your eyes and things are all a blur. All you see is the dark night sky and red and blue lights. You slowly get up; you see a big crowd in the parking lot all huddled in the middle and looking down at the ground almost as if they were looking for something.

“Y/N? Y/N” you hear your name being called in the distance. For a moment you thought it was Wally. You get up and walk over to the crowd of people and you try to make your way through. You squeeze past people, but they pretend you’re not even there. You make your way to the centre and see your mom screaming and crying and she’s holding something. You look closer and realise it you. Confusion instantly washes over you. How are you on the floor there when you were standing right here. “Mom, Mom I’m right here can’t you see me?” you say frantically. All the sudden the voice you heard before is right behind you. It was Wally. “Wally, what the fuck I just saw you die, how are you here?” “I don’t know. All I know is that I was playing the game then I woke up and I saw you and everyone over me in a circle. Then I saw 3 other people that I have never seen before talk to me and said I was dead.” Wally said still confused and worried. “Wait if your dead and my body’s over there and I’m here does that make me- “

“A ghost like me. Yeah.” Wally said as he cut you off. The world around you becomes a haze as you revel with the news that you are dead. That you now are a ghost and so is Wally and a bunch of other ghosts? “Huh what? I was just there listening to our song how could I be dead?” Another man with two girls walk to you and he extends his arms. “I know you two must have a lot of questions, come with us and we will talk about it.” The man in the suit that looked something your Uncle Henry would wear. “I know you guys must be scared; I was too when I first found out I died. Trust me it gets better.” The girl with red hair said as the other girl next to her with the paper boy hat didn’t say a word as she directs you and Wally back into the school.

You and Wally and the others walk into school as the man introduces himself. “Hello, Mr Martin. I like to formally welcome you both to your new life or should I say afterlife” Both stunned to what Mr Martin just said. “Hi, I’m Janet and this is Rhonda.” The girl with the red hair says as she holds her hand out to shake which both you and Wally do. “I suppose we don’t need to give you a tour since you went to this school” Mr Martin laughs clearly trying to break the silence. Neither you nor Wally laugh.

“Um yeah hi, nice to meet you all but what are we doing here? If we are dead, aren’t we I, don’t I know supposed to be you know in heaven?” You snap back at Mr Martin as Wally just stands there quietly. “That’s the thing with this school we have no idea why we are trapped here, we just are. If you try to leave the school grounds you get, put back to where you died.” Mr Martin explained ignoring your snappiness. “No, that ridiculous what do you mean we are stuck here?” Wally expressed as he pushes his hair back with one hand and the other on his hip. “It means quarterback if you try to leave school some force, we don’t know about pushes you back to the place you died” Rhonda snarled already bored of the conversation. She walks off down the hall towards the teachers’ lounge. “Ignore her, she gets a bit cranky when she has to explain what has happened to us to new people.” Janet says as she turns to you. “Wait others? There’s more ghosts?” you express. “Yeah, I know it’s a lot, but you will be ok.” Janet says as she starts to walk down the all the same direction Rhonda went.

You and Wally are confused as you look at each other in shock. This is really happening, you and he are dead, there are other ghosts that haunt your school, and you can’t leave the school grounds because some force will send you back to the spot you died. “Well, I’ll let you get settled, its already late and I have to prepare for our group session tomorrow” Mr Martin says and walks away before either of you could respond.

“This is bullshit, they can’t tell us what to do. I’m leaving this place. Are you with me?” Wally raises is voice with furry. “Wally, I think they were telling the truth that we can’t leave.” You respond calmly not wanting to start a fight between you too. “We need to figure that out ourselves. I don’t trust them, not just yet. Please Y/N, come with me.” He looks at you eager for you to respond. You not knowing what to do you agree with him. He’s right who’s to say they are telling the truth about all of this. You had to make sure of it yourselves. “Ok Wally, I’m with you. But maybe you should change into something else besides your football uniform” “I think I have some sweats and my varsity jacket in the boy’s locker room.” Wally says and you and he start walking in the direction of the boys’ lockers. You wait outside and wait for him to change. Once he’s finished you both decide to head to the main entrance of the school and try to leave whatever nightmare you both woke up in., he takes your hand as you reach the end of the school property. You both at the same time walk across and… bam you are by yourself starting up at the sky in the school parking lot. Great just great you thought they were telling the truth that means Wally is on the football field you get up and run towards the field and you see Wally was already running towards you. “Well, I guess they were right, we can’t leave. This is so fucked” Wally expressed as you finally met. “It’s ok Wally, I’m scared too but I think we have to learn to trust those guys. By the way they are dressed they look like they have been here for a while.” You respond back and worry washes over you still in shock and in disbelief that this is happening. “Ok your right. Let’s go back inside and find somewhere to rest because I sure as hell I’ve got a lot of questions for them.” Wally says in a calmer tone then before.

You both head back inside and then Wally remembers something. “Hey Y/N, you said before the homecoming game you wanted to tell me something, what was it?” “Oh, umm it doesn’t matter I was just going to ask if you wanted to go to the diner after the game for some ice-cream before we went back to your place.” You respond back. That was the quickest you’ve ever come up with a lie before because now is not the right time to tell him your feelings when you both are so vulnerable right now. He nods not saying anything as you continue to walk around the school trying to find somewhere to rest… wait do we even need to rest if we are dead? You keep that thought to yourself as you and wally head to the library remembering there’s couches there.

Part 2 Part 4

GREEN HAIR MILO MY BELOVED!! OH HOW I MISSED YOU!!