Prom season was rolling in again The b&b would be empty around this time, too, if it weren't for a group of friends that came in, the usual type of teens that avoided the huge events that ended up being popularity contests like that

Stephanie, being awake for once, of course was there to judge for the time they stayed, which apparently would be the weekend

It was more of the same Sure, she died in the eighties, technically a lot changed, but highschool hierarchy stayed the exact same as it always was A group of eight Three couples and an extra two, the third wheels, the ones who were supposed to get together and have their own thing but were obviously not into eachother

Or at least, you werent into the other guy Who was– jeez, a genuine pushover

Like, genuinely, even Stephanie here was having a hard time not siding with you, and you were not the type of person she wanted to side with A wallflower that spoke quiet but joked loud, walked awkward, dressed in ways she knew weren't the it thing at all

Thats how she found herself walking through walls and sitting in your bed, arms crossed as she watched you finally get a grip and push the guy out of your room

She looked real good right now, she bet Her hair was done, as always, her prom dress was the best pick ever, shimmery blue and all She died pretty, yknow?

Sad thing you couldn't see her and be able to tell that, bummer ghost thing

...unless, could you? When you turned back to face the bed you stopped as if you had just seen something