"Dude, there is nothing good on TV right now!" Spencer Wright let out an irritated sigh.

"Keep flippin' the channels, broseph. There's gotta be something." Billy sat on the beanbag chair next to him, wearing a bored expression.

Normally, the two would've been out causing trouble, but a huge heat wave had unexpectedly hit Beverly Heights. In the middle of fall. Spencer was sure Billy had something to do with it. Anyway, the boys were stuck inside. More specifically, inside Spencer's room, since his dad was tinkering with who-knows-what downstairs, and Billy refused to be anywhere near it on the basis of it potentially ruining his "flawless" complexion.

"HEY!" Billy's eyes were glued to the screen after hearing a familiar-sounding voice leak out of the speakers.

Needless to say, this startled Spencer quite a bit, making him sink back into his chair. "W-what?"

"That girl looks really familiar..." Billy scanned the screen, eyes finally resting on the image of a girl that looked a little like him.

"A groupie?" Spencer guessed, studying the girl as well. "Oh right, that's Ember McLain. Some sort of 'pop sensation' in Illinois." He shrugged. "She just blew up, so I'm pretty sure you couldn't have known her that well."

"Don't underestimate the Cobra, Teddy Broosevelt." The specter tapped his chin for a moment, then his eyes widened. "Wait...this-this can't be..."

"What?" Spencer leaned over, confused at his usually level-headed friend's tone. Well. maybe not level-headed, but he certainly was confident most of the time.

"Name's Amber, right?"

"Ember." Spencer corrected.

"Yeah, yeah, same thing." Billy waved him off. "Problem is, brojangles, she's dead."

"Billy, lay off the peanut butter. I think it's affecting your brain."

"Bro! I'm serious!"

Spencer cut him a look. "You can't even remember your own death. How are you so sure of hers?"

"I just am." Billy crossed his arms and pouted stubbornly. There is no way I'm telling him the real reason I know her...

"C'mon." The brunette playfully punched him in the arm. "You can tell me."

Billy simply laced his fingers together, staying silent.

Spencer raised an eyebrow. Looking at his friend's expression, he quickly backtracked. "I mean, you don't have to tell me or anything, if it's too personal..." He trailed off, rubbing his hand on the back of his neck.

"Nah, broski. It's chill." He took in a large breath of air, (even though, ghosts technically don't breathe) calming himself. "That girl, was definitely Amber McLain. Also known as the only girl I ever fell in love with."


Sorry, this idea would just not leave me alone! I don't expect too many views or anything, I'm mostly doing this so I can free my mind up and actually focus on my other stories haha. So, uh, tell me if this actually sounds interesting enough? P.S. this title is definitely not permanent. lol I can't think of a good one.