"trevor. we've gotta go now." brooke mumbled, but trevor couldn't hear what she said the first time.

"u-uh, what?" he hesitantly asked.

"I SAID WE'VE GOTTA GO NOW!" she panicked, screaming at trevor and he flinched. brooke walked past him and heading to one of the cars they used to get to the top of the mountain. lucky's friend's heads were turned to her and trevor, looking at them like they were crazy, as if she was freaking out too much of an unusual stream of light randomly firing out of a mysterious mine at the top of a mountain. they saw it as something unserious, and joke, rather. but brooke knew what could've been coming and she was worried she was too unprepared. because she is.

"wh-what?" he exclaimed, quickly following her to the cars. "WHY!?"

"i'll explain on the way," she said, harshly opening the driver's seat door. "JUST GET THE FUCK IN!"

"okay! OKAY!" trevor panicked, quickly opening the other door on the other side and sitting beside brooke in the car, shutting the doors together in unison.

"HEY! HEY!" they heard one of lucky's friend shout, running in front of the car that was his with his other friends. "THAT'S MY CAR!"

neither of them replied and brooke immediately drove forward, almost running them over if they hadn't backed up. if she had to be honest, she wouldn't mind if they didn't back up and let the tires run over their seemingly unhealthy bodies anyway. she could tell who's body is like just from taking one look at them. egon taught her that.

"dude, do you even have a license?" trevor snarled at brooke as she drove the car down the mountain.

"chill, that idiot left his license in here. plus, if we don't do anything sketchy, we're in the clear. problem solved." she said, her tone for some reason showing she was upset with trevor in some way

"okay... but, why did we have to leave so quickly?"

"that thing we saw come out of the mine was a ghost, a spirit. we're not safe, especially there." she replied.

"what do you mean ghost?" trevor confusingly asked.

"ghosts..." she nervously gulped. "ghosts are real. ghosts are real and they have always been." she explained. trevor wanted to believe her, but he could never come to his senses to believe. it's too crazy to believe.

brooke took a quick gander at trevor who was now contemplating it all while staring blankly. her eyebrows quickly furrowed and she immediately stopped the vehicle, waking trevor up.

"w-why'd you stop?" he questioned.

brooke sarcastically smiled. "you don't believe me... do you?" she said, her smile slowly fading.

"what? no!" he exclaimed. "i-it's just so hard to comprehend, to understand."

"i just said ghosts are real, what else could that mean other than ghosts are real? you don't believe me. you never did, did you?"

trevor wanted to lie and say he did, but he'd also be a bad person if he had the audacity to continue lying. he stayed silent, the two maintaining eye contact before brooke felt her eyes start to water on it's own.

"wow." her voice shook. "i was wrong." she sniffled. "you're just like everyone else, you're not who i thought you were." she said, starting the car again. "i thought we were becoming friends."

"what- we are friends!"

"no, no..." she sarcastically laughed. "no, we aren't. you're just like lucky's friends. they think i'm crazy... and you do too."

"brook-"

"STOP TALKING!" she snapped and trevor flinched again. brooke panted and trevor's head hung low, avoiding even looking at her. the whole drive back, the entire ride was silent from then on. brooke felt betrayed, lonely, left all over again. she liked trevor. a lot... now, it's done.

~

after a long drive back home the night before, trevor tried to talk to brooke again after reaching the house, but she ignored him all night. she didn't dare to be near him even. she ignored him at breakfast too, acting like he didn't exist and not answering anything he was saying to her. she ghosted him in real life.

"hey, brooke, i'll be heading out today." phoebe told her before opening the front door to go out.

"yeah, sure." was all brooke replied with.

"if my mom asks where i am, just say i'm hanging out at a friend's house."

"you made a friend?"

"yeah, i'm meeting with him today."

brooke teasingly, smirked. "okay, okay, go phoebe." she waggled her eyebrows and phoebe furrowed her eyebrows in disgust to what she knew brooke was implying.

"don't you dare think something like that!"

"mhm, okay..." brooke teasingly grinned, suspiciously backing up and keeping her eyes on phoebe.

"I ALREADY SAID! IT'S NOTHING LIKE THAT!" phoebe yelled but brooke didn't change her mind. "BROOKE!" she shouted again but brooke already was too far and turned around, not listening anymore.

phoebe groaned, rolling her eyes and ignoring brooke. she opened the door and headed out, leaving brooke to wonder and wander alone.

brooke decided to go to the garage. due to the thing she witnessed yesterday at the mountain, she has to repair the car and now that she doesn't trust trevor anymore, the car mechanic in the house, she'll have to do it herself. so, she took her steps to the backyard, making her way to the garage where the old ecto-1 cadillac sat, dead.

she opened the doors of the garage to soon see what angered her at first when she saw it the first time.

"what the fuck are you doing here!?" she yelled at trevor who was meddling with the front trunk of her car.

"oh, um, i didn't know you'd come here..." trevor mumbled, quickly standing up straight and dusting off the dirt on him.

"what the hell are you doing? are you hijacking the ecto-1, or something? 'cause that's pathetic." brooke snarled at him, walking forward and checking the trunk.

"i'm fixing it." he corrected her. brooke instantly shot her head up at him in shock, confused to why he was doing such.

"why?..."

"you'll need it to save the world." he said. "the world needs you."

brooke's eyes stayed widened but her expression highly softened. she was being extremely harsh on him yesterday, yet he still helps her? she wondered why.

"why are you helping me? i was mean to you yesterday."

trevor shrugged, folding his arms. "i was taught to be the bigger person in a fight."

brooke couldn't believe how generous he truly was. he was being soft which she wouldn't usually expect... maybe he is different. maybe he's not like lucky's friend and it wasn't a mistake to be his friend. to like him.

"oh... i-i'm... i don't know what to say..." she hesitantly, quietly said.

"a thank you would do." trevor winked at her.

she nodded. "then, thank you." she said, finally managing to make eye contact with him. she straightened herself up, trevor slowly stepping closer to her until he stopped at where his confidence did too. he didn't wanna overstep boundaries.

brooke nervously looked up him with big doe eyes, looking just like a little puppy would. trevor's breath felt heavier and heavier every second brooke let her eyes stay that way. neither of them could help it. they couldn't stop staring at each other, they looked too pretty to each other in the moment. the way brooke's eyes looked like they were fully yearning for him, while in his eyes, he knew.

"trev-"

she got interrupted from trevor finally smashing their lips together. their lips fit just like 2 puzzle pieces. brooke didn't care she was interrupted and leaned into it. it was better communicating with their bodies anyway. she pressed their bodies closer together. one of trevor's hands were tangled in her hair while his other remained on her waist. one of brooke's arms were hung over his shoulder and the other was holding the side of his face.

their lips moved vastly, as if they knew each other since the day they were born and have been waiting years to do this. trevor was just a crushing teenager, but brooke was an easily attached little kid. and the child in her told her to stop, but she's not stopping shit.

it all felt so surreal. a type of euphoria and bliss they've never felt before, it was different from how a kiss should feel, and for the better. maybe it's the fact they just made up, maybe it's their quick but emotional growing friendship, or they're just naturally astonishing kissers.

trevor reached his hand to hers that was thrown over his shoulder. he just wanted to hold her hand so bad. her hand always looked so soft, it was irresistible.

"wait!" brooke panted, pulling away from him and trevor confusingly looked down at her. "wait... wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait..."

"what's wrong?" he concerningly asked.

"this is wrong... this is wrong, this is- this i-isn't-..." she stammered.

"w-what do you mean?" trevor worriedly continued to question.

"no..." she muttered, pushing his body away and stepping back away from him, throwing his arms off her. she softly shook her head. "this isn't right, t-this is wrong..."

"talk to me, what's up?" trevor tried to step forward but she kept stepping back, flinching and not letting him get any closer than he already is. her reaction just made trevor even more worried, and a little insecure himself.

"l-let's just... forget about this." she suggested, nervously gulping. "forget about everything t-that h-happened..." she stuttered anxiously. her words did nothing but hurt trevor. he didn't wanna forget this. she leaned in, and now doesn't understand why she changed her mind all of a sudden.

"let's just work on the car." brooke mumbled, walking around the car and focusing on the trunk instead of him. her voice sounded like she was holding back tears and she was. she wanted to do her best to hide it from trevor to continue to look as strong as she always does, but she can't help but feel like... nothing. a nobody.

~

phoebe and podcast paused in their steps, seeing a white cadillac dramatically approach them from the rice field. as it landed on road, driving to them, the dust it managed to make fly spread everywhere. phoebe kept her eyes on the car and realized it was trevor and brooke inside as she and podcast fanned the dust away from their faces.

they saw the window being rolled down by brooke and phoebe looked at her then her brother behind her. for a moment, they stayed silent, letting the dust go away before saying any word between them.

"hey!" trevor exclaimed at the younger kids.

phoebe waited to brush off just a little more dust before answering. "hey." she greeted him back.

"hi..." brooke tensely smiled. for some reason, podcast and phoebe could feel some weird, awkward aura that trevor and brooke seemed to have. just the other day they seemed so close, but now, it feels like there's an ice wall between them.

"this is podcast." she then pointed to her friend. "he- he's my friend." she added as podcast waves at them.

"you have a friend?"

"you have a car?" the girl came back at her brother.

"yeah, its a cadillac." trevor said proudly, as if it's supposed to be obvious... it's obvious for people who like cars, but everyone else just called it the ecto-1.

"the ecto-1. what your grandpa used for his mischievous shenanigans." brooke specified.

"hey, dude. we need a ride. you know how to drive?" podcast asked phoebe's brother, as if he was acting in a movie.

"he doesn't. he failed his drivers test 3 times." phoebe answered for him, whispering to podcast.

"isn't a car fixer supposed to know how to drive a car?" brooke questioned, avoiding even to look at trevor.

"yeah, not safely at least." phoebe answered again for him.

trevor shrugged. "get in the back." he told them anyway and did as he said.

~

after phoebe and podcast agreed to climb in the car, they told trevor to drive back into town as fast as he could and dismiss the speed limit. brooke also noticed the equipment they were working with, and decided to transfer to the back to help them... plus, she couldn't stand sitting beside trevor any longer.

"ok, so what the hell is going on?" trevor suddenly asked as he drove the car on the road to town.

"in the 1980s, new york city was attacked." phoebe started to explain, but trevor felt a need to cut her off.

"i know the manhattan ghost stories."

"yeah, well the stories are real." phoebe revealed.

"yeah, and so were the guys who climbed a building and saved the world and fought back an invading army of the undead." podcast blabbered on about things he thought was cool, and it was. "not to mention a 100-foot marshmallow man."

"you are so talkative." brooke mumbled to podcast while sitting behind them.

"it's a genetic thing." podcast replied proudly.

as phoebe continued to search the car, she found another proton pack in the back and couldn't believe her eyes... another one.

"oh, holy shit." brooke whispered, amazed by the machine she saw right before her eyes. she could tell it was a little hijacked, so she motioned to phoebe with her hand to hand it to her to fix it on her own and phoebe did so.

"our grandfather was egon spengler." phoebe turned her head to her brother. "he was a ghostbuster, and apparently your girlfriend here, ms. devon, knew and didn't wanna tell us."

"don't call me his girlfrie-"

"an odd choice for a girlfriend... someone with many secrets..." podcast unknowingly interrupted her like he was narrating some horror documentary, brooke furrowing her eyebrows in confusion as she looked and listened to him. "it's a beautiful mindset, the willingness to take the risk of falling in the hands... of mystery."

"i am not his girlfriend." brooke gritted her teeth at podcast. "and i never thought we'd get into something like this so soon, so i never said anything. i also didn't want any of you to get involved in something so dangerous and risky, hunting ghosts is fun but extremely unsafe." she warned. "anyways, here." she said, handing the electric proton pack gun to the 12 year old.

"thanks."

just a moment later, the radio that surprisingly still worked turned on and none of them bothered to listen until they mindlessly heard what it said.

"all units, we're getting reports of, well, some kind of animal taking a bite out of steve fletcher's truck... apparently, he almost took the whole tailgate off?"

"muncher." podcast said turning to phoebe.

"muncher." phoebe exchanged her look with him.

"i'm gonna let the ghosts munch me alive at this point." brooke fearfully said, already regretting everything that was about to happen. she knew phoebe and podcast had some crazy things they were thinking and she wouldn't like it.

the group managed to reach town, carefully driving around and looking for muncher, the ghost they guessed bit steve fletcher's truck. meanwhile, trevor is still processing. he said he believe brooke now, but he's still conflicted to whether he'll actually see a ghost.

"so what should i be looking for?" he questioned, specifically asking phoebe and brooke since they're the smart ones here and he doesn't know who podcast is.

"evidence." podcast dramatically said.

the two 12 year olds in the car leaned forward over the front seat to look in front while brooke still wanted to avoid trevor, so she looked through the windows at the back.

"you guys this is kinda stupid. you sure you didn't just see, like, a raccoon? or, like, a possum?" trevor doubted, forgetting brooke could've been listening.

"there!" phoebe suddenly exclaims, causing trevor to harshly pressing the brake pedal. they all looked where phoebe was pointing and were all feeling different things. phoebe felt ready, trevor was ultimately confused, podcast felt like a legend, and brooke felt... right.

"is that a-?..." trevor couldn't bring himself to actually say 'ghost'.

"free floating metal muncher. definitely class five."

brooke agreed with podcast. "it is, which is surprising for such a ghost like... that."

"okay, uhhh, what do we do?" trevor panicked.

"lets get him." podcast whispers into his ear before quickly turning around to phoebe.

"...what!?" trevor exclaimed like they were crazy.

"wait." brooke halts as phoebe finished putting the proton pack on her back. both 12 year old's eyes turn to her and she says, "i have an idea." she excitingly smirked.

she reached for a pedal in the car, pressing it with her hand and the car door on phoebe's right suddenly started to open on it's own.

"guys?" phoebe says worriedly and all heads turn to her.

the seat then extended out from the car, hanging from the floor of it and brooke couldn't help but smile. smile that she's experiencing this already.

"it has a gunner seat?..." podcast stared at it in amazement.

"damn right, it does." meanwhile, brooke stared at it like a mad scientist.

phoebe nervously lifted her head up at the ghost from afar. muncher made eye contact with her, neither of them moving a single inch while phoebe could literally fire the gun RIGHT NOW... but didn't feel as ready.

muncher started slowly turning the fire hydrant's screw, next thing you know, he screeches at the group, opening the front of the hydrant and making it spray everywhere.

"GO! GO! GO!" only now, phoebe decided to shout and tell her brother to drive and go.

trevor immediately started the car, quickly following the ghost. his driving though, was too reckless and fast. podcast yelled, his body flowing back from the force of the car. brooke fell over from her sitting position, falling over due to losing her balance.

phoebe prepared to fire the gun the first time, nervous and worried, but determined. she tightened her grip, firing it in the direction of the ghost but ended up hitting a building as muncher was able to dodge her aim.

"PHOEBE...!" brooke worriedly exclaimed her name.

the ghost flew through the buildings at the side of the road and phoebe's incredible galaxy brain decided to hold the gun on one hand, somehow trying to catch the ghost through the buildings.

"PHOEBE, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!?" brooke shrieked, highly panicking.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M DOING!?" phoebe yelled back, trying to stay upright in her seat. the car continued to follow muncher. trevor sped up the car, dismissing the speed limit and phoebe finally put those glasses to use, adjusting her aim before firing the gun.

she shot out it's beam and her aim was good enough for it to finally wrap around the ghost, making it rustle in it's streams.

"yes!" trevor exclaimed proudly with a smile forming on his face after he saw his little sister do it. stupid trevor and his good brother antics, brooke thought.

phoebe grunted before yelling at the two in the back of the car, "TRAP HIM!" she glimpsed at him before shifting her eyes back to muncher.

brooke carried the trap on wheels, quickly pulling a lever that had a little compartment that opened from below the car for her to release the trap.

"whoa." podcast whispered in fascination while looking at her roll the object down from the vehicle.

"you," brooke said while picking up the controller for the trap and handing it to podcast. "control it."

"OH MY GOSH, YES!" he happily shouted, facing the front of the car and keeping his