My Ghost and I

Chapter 6

Spencer tip-toed down the hallway, making an effort to not startle the loudly sobbing ghost. Whom, apparently, she could only hear. Her mother and sister were carrying on with their usual activities downstairs, oblivious to the drama that was happening on the top floor of the Cobra Mansion.

She didn't know WHY Billy chose to sob in her room, on HER bed, but when she opened the door as quietly as she possibly could, she saw the dead rockstar sobbing into her pillow, huddled into the furthest corner where the tip of her mattress met the green-blue walls.

Spencer tried her best not to roll her eyes to the back of her head, as she slowly walked toward the sad ghost boy. Awkwardly standing in front of her shaking bed, she sat down, her elbows resting on her knees as she leaned forward with a frown. Minding his visitor(or more like HER visitor, since this WAS her room, after all), Billy's sobbing quieted to occasional sniffling, still refusing to even glance at the girl.

Deciding that he was calmer than he was for what seemed like HOURS earlier, Spencer crawled to the spot next to him, and they both sat for what felt like an eternity. even though it was really just three minutes of uncomfortable silence. Spencer closed her eyes, feeling way too much all at once. Not only was she so not stable emotionally, but her clothes were still soggy from her unfortunate trip to the pool earlier. A wet spot formed beneath her, causing her to blush at whatever the boy right next to her might think. She could've PEED or BLED-but then she remembered that he was dead, so it didn't really matter what he thought, did it?

"Hey...," she started, peeking at him from the corner of her eye.

He, in turn, sniffled.

"Um, you know, I'm, uh, I don't ALWAYS yell at people. I mean, uh, ghosts. Who are, you know, dead people...and anyway, why were you so freaking scared of me-?"

At this, Billy finally looked at her from behind her blue-stained pillow(gross!), and if looks could kill, then this was one of them. Spencer was shocked at his sudden change in behavior, but she couldn't help but be distracted by her disgusting, GLOWING pillow.

"Woah, woah, WOAH, sistorita, the Cobra NEVER gets SCARED. The Cobra only knows how to bare his fangs! And anyway, I wasn't crying because you SCARED me or anything, but oh MAN, if ANYONE tells me that my music stinks, then they WILL get the fangs!"

This was the side of Billy that everybody who didn't live under a rock knew. Proud. Too proud.

Spencer managed to roll her eyes this time, causing him to grit his teeth in annoyance.

Testing him, she asked with a smirk on her face, "Yeah? Then why were you crying?"

Her question left Billy's mouth agape, with a look so comically shocked, that Spencer giggled lowly, unable to stop herself.

Whether he heard her or not, that didn't matter, because his face scrunched up into an upsetting shade of agony, and he started to wail all over again.

"B-b-because, I-I-I'm sensITIIIIIIVE!"

His face once again met her pillow, as he held on ever so tight. Spencer covered her ears with her hands, trying to block out the deafening screams. Exasperated, she tried to find something to distract him, to distract them both. She couldn't take one more minute of his childish antics, so, trying to keep her mind off of everything that was happening, she looked at the rocking rockstar(she decided to use that as a pun sometime later on) and she noticed her pillow getting thoroughly sogged through by the horrendous blue goo he seemed to be producing.

"UGH, what the FUCK are you doing with my pillow?!"

As if time stopped, all she could hear was the lack of anything notable to hear. Quiet enveloped the room, causing Spencer to let out a breath of relief.

Turning to her with the pillow still in his arms, he glared.

"Um, it's called ECTOPLASM, sisman? And if you knew ANYTHING about the human body-which you don't-," he chuckled at this, as if she was too stupid to know anything at all, "then you would know that ectoplasm is produced in circumstances such as when-"

"I KNOW what ectoplasm IS, thank you very much!," she snapped, tired of his pride taking up the world, "I just wanted to know-"

"-Know what?," he interrupted, impatience being one of his major flaws, Spencer noted.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.

"I just wanted to know...why is it all over my pillow?," she asked, finally able to talk in a calm tone.

Billy laughed, as if his voice was made of wind chimes, and he said ever so simply, "it's just what we do," he singsonged, floating through the air lazily.

"...um, who what do?"

Sighing, whether from her grammatical error, or from rest he needed, as shown on his face, he let the word roll off his tongue like it was the easiest word in the world.

"Ghosts.'

And just like that, the pressure of everything that had happened to poor Spencer-from the move, from school, from meeting a dead relative who actually TALKED to her-allowed the nervous butterflies in her stomach, which were rampant all day, to fly free.

She full-on laughed, her head against the wall, her voice booming around the room as if it was something supernatural itself. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she held her stomach, because MAN did it hurt. Whenever she got the chance the breathe, she managed to glance at Billy, who only blinked at her with a look of surprise on his face during her whole episode. Once she was done, she stretched her arms behind her neck, and stood with her feet on the ground.

Billy didn't know what to make of her. Yet here they were, having a staring contest for no reason at all. She was a really-REALLY-weird teenager, but something told him that it was okay for her to be this way. He didn't listen to his voice of reason ever since his-DEMISE-because whenever his inner "spirit animal" spoke to him about people, he decided to ignore it for once, realizing impulsive behavior wasn't always the best thing for a ghost.

Because, according to the very few horror movies he was forced to watch throughout his life, ghosts lived on once someone died. And the human they befriended got to go somewhere. They got to pass on. The ghost was always left alone at the end, because they no longer had anyone.

Billy didn't need her. He didn't need ANYONE. Heck, his fans were great, and he needed them, but he didn't ALWAYS need them to know that he was hot shit. He was ALWAYS hot shit, and that's how it was always gonna be, whether he was alive or dead or WHATEVER!

He didn't want to get attached to a teenage girl.

He didn't want to get attached to her.