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Magnolia, Luke, Alex and Reggie had fallen asleep on top of one another in Julie's mother's studio, the exhaustion of the dance and the boys' extravagant night at the Hollywood Ghost Club getting the best of them. The four ghosts shared stories and adventures of their night around a camping lantern the Japanese girl had found in the loft, talking about their embarrassing moments to their highlights.
It was nice not worrying about a couple of things that night, distracting themselves from their own confusions and heartbreaks as they bonded with one another. All poking jokes and sharing laughs around a cheap light as they huddled together on Luke's couch. Much to his dismay, Reggie began singing 'Home is Where My Horse is', getting Magnolia and Alexto sing along to annoy the brunet to no end. The two had clung onto Luke, forcibly rocking him side-to-side to the bassist's country song.
At some point in the night, Luke had filled Magnolia on Alex's little ghost friend, telling her about how the blond was blushing over a skater by the name of Willie. As expected, Luke watched as the Japanese girl's lips parted at the mention of the name, her tawny-eyes flicking over to Luke, then at Alex in slight shock. After interrogating her for a short minute, Magnolia was quick to give in and admit she knew of Willie.
Admittedly, her vague answer didn't quite satisfy his burning desire, but let it go, nonetheless.
The following morning, Magnolia couldn't help but find herself trapped in Luke's arms, his head resting on top of her own and his breath fanning her face. A knit blanket was draped over the two, meeting up to their shoulders. The ballet dancer couldn't help but flush pink, her cheek pressed against his collarbone as Luke radiated the warmth her cold body desperately needed. She glanced around the room for the other two boys, finding her bangs in a cowlick and suppressing a yawn.
Detangling his arms from her torso--it was surprising how strong Luke was, subconsciously--without waking him up, Magnolia stretched and left to her loft. She couldn't help but look back at the brunst snuggled into the knit blanket with furrowed brows, making her bite back a laugh and a dopey smile. She poofed up to her loft, changing out of her clothes to and pulling on a white, long-sleeved turtleneck underneath of an army green knit top and black jean skirt.
