My Ghost and I

Chapter 7

Billy blinked a few times, brushing off his sudden dark thoughts. The teenage girl in front of him zoomed into focus. When he was alive, he would get stared at wherever he went, so he was used to the stares of thousands of teenage girls. But this was the first time he felt uncomfortable by the stare of a teenage girl.

Clearing his throat, he resumed his nonchalant tone, taking control of the mood.

"So...Spencey-"

"It's Spencer."

"-you, uh, had quite an outburst earlier, huh?"

Seeing how clearly pissed off he was, Spencer looked down guiltily, sitting on her bed with her knees to her chest. She wasn't usually very angry-or angry at all, for that matter. Pissed off, yeah. Annoyed, yeah, usually. Sometimes, she was even SAD, not that she would mention that to herself-or to ANYONE. But the buildup of one stressful event after the other was more than she could handle. She now had to get used to this semi-exuberant lifestyle, and it was all thanks to this MEATHEAD floating in front of her.

This dead meathead. The very meathead who helped her several times that day. Heck, at one point, she even admired his skill and talent as a prankster. Spencer rarely admired anyone who wasn't a bigshot behind the scenes of a well-crafted movie.

But here he was. And she could SEE him. And it was thanks to the guitar pick necklace he placed around her neck. So he was to thank for that, too.

"Uh, Spencer?"

Her eyes traveled to the blue face in front of her, and it was as if her heart stopped. He was INCHES away from her face, and his dark, sparkling eyes looked into her brown ones, hoping the girl would pay attention to him and SNAP OUT OF IT.

"EEK!," she shrieked, jumping away from him to the farthest corner of her bed, where he was sobbing just moments earlier.

Frantic footsteps pounded down the hall, as Hugh swung open the door to her room.

"Spencer! Is everything okay?! I heard you scream!," he asked, panicked. However, all he could see was his daughter holding sitting on her bed, clutching her knees to her chest, looking just as scared as he felt.

Spencer met Billy's eyes again, then she met her father's pair. Looking back to Billy, she could see a smirk across his features, as he floated across the room lazily on his back.

"Uh, Spencer? What are you looking at?," Hugh asked his daughter again, who stared at his daughter's eyes, which were following who knows what across the room.

Blinking, she remembered that her father was RIGHT THERE. Not wanting to seem like she lost her mind, she nervously chuckled and waved off whatever thoughts may be floating around her father's mind.

"Oh, haha, you know...just, uh, a fly. Flying around. Like a fly does..."

Hugh blinked a few times before laughing along to his daughter's answer as well.

"Oh, I know how pesky THOSE bugs are! Why, I was working on a fly-catching invention a few months ago, but well, I wasn't sure how to complete it! But Spencer, my girl, you've inspired me to finish my project! You know what, I'm going to go to the garage and try to finish it!," he declared, pointing a finger to the air. Spencer stopped paying attention to what Hugh said the minute he opened his mouth. She did what every other teenager who didn't want to listen to their parents talk did-smile and nod.

Once he closed her bedroom door, she exhaled, not realizing that she was holding her breath in.

"A fly? REALLY?"

"Oh, shutUP!," she yelled, throwing a pillow at the transparent boy. When the pillow went through him, Billy only laughed at the girl's foolishness, and Spencer couldn't stop blushing.

What the teenager and the ghost DIDN'T know was that Hugh stood in the hallway, shocked with the realization that his daughter was having conversations with herself. Figuring that she must be lonely, he opened her door again, finding her giggling to herself. With a strained smile on his face, he asked her if she wanted to eat Jane's lasagna. Noticing the crease lines on his forehead, Spencer cautiously agreed, wondering what ever could be wrong.

It wasn't until after eating an early dinner, then homework, then eating a snack, then chaning into her pajamas, THEN brushing her teeth did she and Billy have a decent conversation.

And boy, did they converse.

"Boo," Billy whispered behind Spencer's neck, causing her to jump while he only laughed his butt off. Again.

Spitting out the foam from her mouth, she glared at him, which made Billy laugh even harder.

"Oh man, you look like a rabid dog!," he managed between giggles.

Blushing, she resumed to rinsing her mouth out. "So? You shouldn't be sneaking up on girls in the BATHROOM, for fuck's sake."

After a long whistle, he said, "Boy, do you have a potty mouth."

She turned around to glare at him once more, this time foam free, and she countered with, "Yeah? Well, at least I don't have the mind of a FIVE YEAR OLD."

"Wha-I'm not five!"

"No shit, sherlock."

If anyone could make overdramatic faces, it was Billy Joe Cobra. Heck, he could probably win an oscar just for his facial expressions if he wanted to.

'Well, he could if he were alive,' Spencer thought, turning off her faucet and exiting the bathroom.

Returning to her bed, she opened up her laptop, waiting for the only website worth visiting to show up.

"Ugh, why don't you have a twitter like regular people?"

She glanced to her left, jumping at how close Billy was. The boy CLEARLY didn't know a thing about personal space.

"Well, uh, I have a facebook."

"EVERYONE has a facebook, babe. But all the COOL people, such as The Cobra, have twitters," he declared smugly, reveling in yet another conversation about HIM. Not that they talked much at all, but, well, they only seemed to talk about him that day, and it was getting on Spencer's nerves.

However, she really DID want to know more about him. Like, how was he HERE, as a ghost? How did he have the power to seep through walls, yet he could hold objects that belonged in her dimension? What was that nasty blue gunk he sprayed all over her pillow earlier(it thankfully disappeared once she got back from dinner)? What color were his eyes?

"Wow, you really do know how to zone out, don't you?"

Snapping back to reality, Spencer jumped again at how NEAR he was to her face, and she stupidly asked him the question she REALLY did not mean to think, let alone ask!

"Uh, what color are your eyes?," she asked, mentally facepalming once the question left her mouth.

Shocked, he smiled as if he was ABSOLUTELY THRILLED that she asked a question about the famous BJC.

"Well-"

"You know what? Forget I asked," Spencer sighed, rubbing her face with her hand, as she went back to her web activity.

Angry, he accusingly faced Spencer with beady eyes, annoyed that he was cut off YET AGAIN by this one person.

"What? The freaking toom-bloor is better than The Cobra?"

"Hey, tumblr is actually a great website! I followed the blogs of all the movie directors I like and I followed fan blogs of movies I love..."

Holding up his hands with raised eyebrows, he interjected, "Woahhhhh, relax, sisman, I know what tumblr is."

Spencer rolled her eyes at him, causing him to grit his teeth.

Without thinking, he asked, "Why do you hate me?"