(((AUTHORS NOTE: i made this during school and it is REALLY sloppy... i copied everything down.. there's not good grammar! things aren't corrected! so DON'T MAKE A DEAL ABOUT IT! thank you. enjoy this LAME story about spencer and billy)))
nine o'clock was the curse of me,
the teen of my dreams, takes a shower
and when i try,
to take a peek,
the teen of my dreams,
curses at me
hello, yes i am the cobra.
the only cobra.
i'm a ghost, and i am in love with a fourteen year old boy.
now, before you judge me,
...
well there's nothing i can really say... he's the love of my life. yeah.. yeah... its illegal.. i'd get in-trouble
IF I WEREN'T DEAD.
now, anyways... right now, two doors down from this room in my huge house, spencer is naked. full on naked. wet. in the shower.
Billy laid in Spencers bed, going threw his phone.
"he's such a fag." Billy whispered to himself, looking at Spencers photos. It was a mix of selfies, his friends, and zombies.
Billy flinched when he heard the shower turn off. After 3 or so minutes, Spencer walked in with wet hair, covering his eyes, and a white towel covering his body.
he yawned.
"hey Billy"
Billy turned off spencers phone.
the two of them technically (in a sense) share that phone. Spencer goes on it to text his friends while Billy goes on it to check Ghost Book.
spencer didn't really mind if billy went on his phone, it was just off limits to check is text messages. Billy didn't really care, he didn't really think of checking the messages. he didn't care.
"it's almost ten and I haven't gotten my book report finished. It's due tomorrow." Spencer sighed.
"it's not a big deal, Mrs. Whatsherface has a kid crush on you." billy laughed.
"Eh?" spencer turned to billy.
"kidding." billy smirked.
"uh huh." spencer rolled his eyes.
He then let go of his towel, of course, facing the opposite direction of Billy, and put on a shirt and a pair of boxers.
"today i had 5 oranges" spencer spat out when he tried to reach the phone from billy
"I know you did i was there" Billy coughed
"give me my phone.." Spencer glared at billy
"nah." billy slid the phone in his pants, or to be exact, his underwear.
"billy you know that shanilla was supposed to text me!"
"Yeah"
"billy.. don't be a dick"
"right now your phone is touching my dick"
spencers face gotten red and he rolled his eyes
"come on, this isn't funny."
"night"
billy laid on his stomach, grabbed the covers and literally fell asleep
spencer sighed
it was 10:30 and spencers feet were on top of a heater vent while he was scribbling down photos and pictures for his book report
billy was still asleep and he can hear the the sound of his phone going off every 5-6 minutes
or at least that's what it felt like
spencer had gotten sick of the noise that escaped his phone once in a while and he decided to grab it
"oh god" spencer had a disgusted look on his face, but deep in side he was anxious
spencer walked up to billy and turned him onto his back, luckily billy was a really deep sleeper
spencer looked the other way when he begun to put his hand down the cobras pants
spencer stuck his hand farther in
"hahahha" billy sat up
spencer swung his hand out of his pants
"oh! shit!" spencer laughed
"it was in my hand the whole time i was under the covers! ... You are very dumb, broo" billy whispered as he grabbed the phone
"here" billy tossed the phone to scared spencer
"ok bye" spencer grabbed a pillow and hit billy repeativley at it while the two giggled
the end :P
