A Paranormal Love (Ectofeature) (BoyxBoy)

Prologue

~Billy~
I used to be alone. All by myself. Nothing more than a famous actor, but then... I died. When I died, I saw my dead body lying on the floor. I couldn't believe my eyes. How did I die? I can't remember, it all happened too quickly. I looked at my new apparition. Somehow, I was glowing a blue light. I couldn't touch any solid objects yet. I kept passing through walls and doors. I was so shocked that it took me a while to realize it. I'm a ghost.

Why did I have to die? I was a young, famous movie star AND singer! I had so many awards and albums that everyone knew who I was. Everyone loved me. I had gained a high and superior title for myself, but now all that work is going down the drain... I've lost everything now.

I floated through walls and doors, sadly and depressingly. I was dead, and I was a ghost. I floated all the way home and just went to bed. Maybe this was a dream, maybe this would all blow over. It had to be a nightmare. It had to be...
I closed my eyes and started to doze off. I must have fallen asleep by then because when I woke up the time was about 4 hours ahead from when I last saw it. 1 PM now huh? Oh yeah, I forgot. Now would be the time I had to rehearse for another action-packed film. Maybe now they'll realize I'm gone. More than gone, I'm not going to ever be back. Forever lost. Forever alone.

Months passed. Everyone found out about my death and they had a funeral for me. Ironically enough, I didn't go to my own funeral. It'd bring back all the sad memories I didn't want to have. My house was put up for auction, and all of my record labels were cancelled. Now the only things I have are all the movies and songs I did back then. They were going to become old news, just like me. After about a week from word getting out that I was dead, life continued normally for them. I didn't see any one still mournful about my death because they had lives of their own. Fine, whatever, I guess I wasn't that important to begin with.

My house was sold about 3 days ago. I didn't know until I came back to the house from my daily roamings around the town. I didn't find out Til later the name of this "family." They're the "Wright" family and they'd be coming in a few days with all of their stuff. Well that day is today. I waited for a while and they still haven't come yet. Did they change their minds? I would too if I knew that I lived here... That's when I saw a moving truck pull up on the driveway. They did come after all. I floated downstairs and waited by the staircase in front of the entrance. No one can see me, so I figured I could just see who this family was. The door opened, and the bright light of the outside blinded me for a few seconds. Then I saw the figures of the people. There was a mother and father and... Two kids? A boy and his little sister. The boy seemed more in his teen years, so I wasn't sure. I just sat on the staircase, staring at these new people. They haven't been in this town before, so this was the first time I've seen them.

They unloaded their stuff and fixed the place up for the last 7 hours or so. I seemed to have had my focus on the boy. He was just interesting is all. His room would be in my room, so I had to know at least a little more about him. One of the boxes that was marked as his things had cameras and camera equipment inside. He likes to film. That's one of the things I learned about him. He already had his stuff unboxed in my- err... His room. As he put away the last of his things, he saw one of my necklaces on top of a drawer. He looked at it curiously, but then he decided to try it on. He went in front of a mirror to see how it looked and I was floating behind him. Suddenly, I saw his expression changed. He looked shocked, surprised, and fearful. I wonder what's wrong. Then he turned around and it felt like he was looking me in the eyes... Wait... Does he...?

"Y- You're- a- g-g-" he stuttered. I had my eyes wide open and looked into the eyes of the boy. He then shouted "GHOST!" and I expected someone to barge into the room to see if he was ok, but my room is pretty high up. Plus the house is huge, sound doesn't echo off too easily. He stared at me with wide eyes, and I decided to speak. "You... See me?" I asked him, and his body started to shake, but he still nodded very slowly. I was astonished, someone can finally see me! But how!?! None of them could see me before... He only saw me... After he put on the necklace. That's why! If someone wears one of my belongings, then they can see me! I suddenly smiled and pulled this random boy into a hug. He was surprised, and I was too since I didn't think I would do that. I just let go and looked at him. "Sorry bromigo, I should've introduced myself. I'm Billy Joe Cobra. The most awesomest, best, and heart warming movie star AND recording artist. Don't be too surprised and being in the presence of someone as amazing as I am. Pleasure's all mine." And he looked at me funny. "I... Don't really know who you are." He said. "WHAAAAT? How could you not have heard about ME!?! 'THE' Billy Joe Cobra!" I said dramatically. "Sorry, but I'm new to this town... I had no way of knowing." He said. "But aren't I also well known across the world?" I asked. He just shook his head and gave me an apologetic look. I sighed. "Whatever bromigo, I guess it doesn't matter. But hey, you're the first person to have ever seen me after I died!" I exclaimed in happiness. "How... did you die?" He asked me. "Don't worry, it's a really long story that none of us would have time for." I was lying. I don't even remember how I died.

"Anyway" I said. "What's your name?" I finally asked the question I wanted know. "M- My name is... Spencer Wright." I finally know who this boy is. Spencer Wright... Pretty cool name. "Nice to meet you Spence. I welcome you to my humble abode." I bowed and looked up at him with a smile. He smiled too, probably thought I was crazy, but he didn't mind. And this was it... The day I met Spencer Wright. My bestest bro that I never knew I'd be friends with for so long. This day was a day I could never forget...