Spencer sighed and dropped his bag on his bed before crossing his arms, expecting the usual.
He was right. Billy swooped down from the ceiling, barreling into Spencer before suddenly picking him up and dragging him on the bed.
"Bro! Bro! Bro! Where ya been?" chanted the familiar voice. Spencer groaned, rolling his eyes. "It's nothing, really," he mumbled. "It's just that Lolo's bein' the pain in my neck again." His arms hurt from the blow he had received earlier, now worse, thanks to Billy.
Shakily, the brown-haired kid rubbed his elbow with a hand. Billy gasped. "Oh, sorry."
"It's not your fault. Why didn't you come to school with me? You promised to come," Spencer choked out. His chest ached.
Billy avoided his gaze. "Well, uh, your mom just restocked the peanut butter, and, um..." he gave a coy chuckle. "Yeah, bro. Y'know the rest. Should've been there, eh? I'll bazooka butter chicken into that Lolo freak's face if you want me to!" he offered, flaming. "It'll be awesome!"
That was enough to make the fourteen-year-old smile. "You don't have to."
Billy looked back from his ramblings. "That ain't what you usually say. You feelin' okay, bromigo?"
"I'm fine. Trust me."
The ghost drew back a couple of steps, then lifted his feet from the floor and hunched his back. "You don't sound okay, dude. Come on."
Spencer shuddered, still lying down on his stomach. "Lolo called me a freak, and everyone laughed at me again," he muttered.
Instead of looking content, Billy rubbed his chin. "But don't ya usually get over that quick? C'mon, it's something else, right?" he prodded, then neared the bed again.
"Nothing, Billy, it's nothing."
Spencer was hiding something, Billy just knew that. But if Spencer would talk, then Billy would either wait or force the truth out. At the moment, plan B sounded harsh. He'd wait.
The loud sighs of pain escaped Spencer's mouth. Billy ran a finger down the kid's neck, then helped by massaging Spencer's shoulders. "Helping?"
"Where did you learn how to do that?" Spencer asked.
"Well..." Cobra trailed off. "I didn't. Just thought it'd help."
Spencer closed his eyes. "It helps, thanks, bro."
"No problem. I should've been there." Billy paused, then continued kneading Spencer's well-built back. With the tight-fitting top over the younger bro, Billy could see the strong figure Spencer had. He loved this.
To Billy Joe Cobra, Spencer was wondrous in every way possible. The popstar loved his bro. More than anything.
He kept his eyes on the muscled shoulders. How did Spencer's body turn out like this? Had Billy been playing too rough with the kid? Being a ghost did make one a lot stronger. And now Billy realized the weight he had put on Spencer's shoulders. Causing trouble everywhere.
Realizing this made him feel a bit guilty. Perhaps it was him who had hurt Spencer? But why now? Why not before?
"That's enough, Billy. Thanks." The words made Billy jerk his hands off Spencer in surprise. Noticing this, Spencer rolled into a sit. "What wrong?"
This time, Billy lied. "It's nothing, bro. Just chill, will ya? 'S not like I, uh, um... yeah." His mumbles trailed off, and Spencer smiled knowingly.
"Love ya, bro."
Three words, one spellbounding romance created.
"Right back at 'cha."