EVEN FASTER UPDATE? Maybe. XD I just really needed to write another chapter for some reason and I like writing it. The scenes are a bit shorter in this one but eh. It's sort of filler because I needed to establish a few small things. Next chapter things get MUY CALIENTE. And not sexually. But do enjoy jealous Billy! (who doesn't love a jealous dead pop star?)
His parents had already agreed on whose rooms would be whose. Spencer was allowed the upmost room with only an elevator leading to it, which in all honesty, would be pretty dangerous in a fire if he really thought about it.
Had Billy designed the whole thing without thinking of general safety?
He sighed, shaking his head as he thought about it. He was so confused. What had been practically attacking him at the funeral, and why couldn't he see it? Why did he still not know where the camera came from? Why couldn't he stop thinking about the now dead pop star even when he decided he didn't really like the guy?
Spencer had done his research. He'd looked up videos of the guy, watching some of the concerts and the parties he'd been to or performed at. The guy looked stuck up, ignorant, and self-obsessed. It was disturbing to see such narcissism at that level.
He couldn't believe he was taking up residence in the place where that man had lived.
Spencer shook his head, stopping himself from thinking about it and got up from the floor, picking up his last box, and moving towards the moving-truck. All of their belongings were stuffed into the truck, ready to be transported to Beverly Heights. They had a week or so to unpack and get adjusted before Spencer and Jessica would start up school. Jane was looking for a new job, and Hugh was able to commute to work since it still wasn't too far.
They were really only moving a county over so the distance wasn't that bad. If Spencer had any friends to miss, he would still be able to see them.
He didn't though, because he'd be making all new friends in Beverly Heights and he didn't mind the thought of it. Maybe he'd meet some people who appreciated his love for horror and film making.
Spencer waited the hour before they had to leave by wandering around the now skeleton of a house, and assisting his family where they needed it. Then they were off, driving behind the moving truck in their own car. It wasn't as exhilarating as he thought it would be.
He sat in the back seat beside his sister, ignoring her as she rambled on about how she'd have to find a new dojo to train at and how she'd beat up anyone who questioned her.
Jane talked excitedly about how wonderful it would be to find a job as a hair stylist for actresses and musical artists. She had great hope for their future, and wouldn't stop expressing it, but Spencer didn't seem to care. He was slowly starting to realize he wasn't as excited about this as he'd originally been.
He wanted to become a great director, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he really didn't want to move. Still, he didn't want to stay either. He wasn't sure if it was the fact he was moving into a dead pop star's home, or if it was the fact he'd probably not easily fit into the crowd at Beverly Heights.
-o-
The drive was relatively short. It only took them about an hour and a half to get there and when they did arrive, they saw the crowds of fans piling around the entrance to the mansion with a mixture of candles, incense, and other such things.
Most of the crowd was teenage girls, not that it really disturbed Spencer that much. He pretty much expected it.
As they approached, the crowd seemed to turn to looks mixed with confusion, sadness, and a lack of acceptance. They were not over the death of Billy Joe Cobra and it was clearly evident in their actions seeing as they were still making shrines outside of his home.
Spencer tried not to look at them, only staring when he spotted a woman at the front of the crowd. She had a hood up and you couldn't see her eyes or above but she had a scowl written all over her face, and a short grey haired male standing beside her. The woman was by far the most dangerous looking out of the entire group of followers.
Slowly the woman turned to look at the approaching car, and though he still couldn't see the upper half of her face, Spencer knew she was looking directly at him from under that dark hood. It was terrifying.
Just as quickly as the woman caught his attention, she turned away and began walking off through the crowd, disappearing from Spencer's sight. Confused, the boy tried to follow her hood through the crowd but she was gone.
He tried not to let it get to him, seeing as many horror scenarios were playing through his mind as he was addicted to such story lines and plots. He tried to focus as their car pulled up to the mansion and they were forced to step out and marvel at the mansion. It really was as architecturally ridiculous as in the pictures. Spencer almost choked on his own spit seeing it.
Yet, at the same time, Spencer loved it. He was no longer so apprehensive. He was once again filled with childish excitement. How could he feel bad about moving to such a crazy fun looking place?
-o-
Billy had been sulking in the freaky tiki room when he heard the vans pulling up. Slightly surprised, he instantly floated towards the window, looking down on the moving trucks. He assumed they were for his things to be sold off, which to be honest would probably kill him again, but then another car pulled up and the Wright family stepped out.
He was floored.
How had they ended up with the house?
Billy didn't know if he was happy or not. Spencer didn't remember him-or he was lying, which seemed to be Billy's excuse for feeling bad about Spencer forgetting him-so what did he really care? Sure he liked the Wrights best but…Spencer was his favorite, and now what was he supposed to do?
They couldn't see him. They didn't know he was haunting the place. What could he do?
Obviously upset, he gave up trying to think on it and scowled, floating down to the kitchen to find himself more peanut butter.
-o-
Spencer immediately began exploring, leaving his family to do their own exploring as well. He knew the lay out of the house, having looked up the blue prints on some crazy fan's website called the CobraX Files or whatever. It was pretty creepy how much of Billy's life secrets were displayed on that site, whether made up or real he couldn't tell.
His favorite food being smooth peanut butter? Yeah right.
Spencer scoffed at his internal thoughts, laughing to himself as he stepped into the kitchen. The moment he did, he noticed something extremely strange.
There was a floating jar of smooth peanut butter in the middle of the room.
Spencer jumped the moment he saw it, staring at the jar like it were meant to haunt him. "Okay! Okay! Now I really know that site was messed up!" He stated, hands in the air as he stared at it. Either he was being haunted by peanut butter or he was hallucinating, because honestly, this wasn't normal.
He knew he should have read the warnings when he went on that site…
Spencer backed out of the room instantly, shutting the door slowly in apprehension as he began walking down the hall, eyes still glued to the doorway. He didn't know that Billy had been the one eating the peanut butter, and he had no idea the ghost had greeted him the moment he entered the room, acting as though Spencer could see him.
He also had no idea Billy had his head sticking out through the doorway as he watched Spencer walk away. "Bros be craaaazy." Billy muttered to himself, shaking his head as he floated back into the kitchen to continue stuffing his face as he hummed some of his music.
Spencer kept walking down the hallway, finding an elevator and decided he might as well venture upwards to where he'd be staying. He pressed the button, stepping into the elevator and letting it take him all the way up. When he got there, he was surrounded by hundreds of musical instruments on the walls and a bed he guessed to be Billy's. It looked pretty unused, seeing as Billy was one to be on tours for most of his time.
Still, it shocked him to see the more personal space. It was obvious not many people were allowed up there. The walls were layered with a small bit of dust, as though it hadn't been cleaned in a while. There was a few cardboard boxes sitting at the entrance like someone put them there recently.
Feeling like being intrusive, Spencer ventured forwards and began shuffling through the contents of the boxes. Most of it was clothes and a few objects he figured he could sell on Ebay for hundreds of dollars because they were Billy Joe Cobra's, such as deodorant, shaving cream, hair jel, a towel he doubted had been washed in a while, and some signed photographs in tandem with a few other necessary objects for the road.
Spencer knew he'd definitely get a lot off the tooth brush.
Behind him, the elevator disappeared back to the floor where the kitchen was, admitting four floating jars of peanut butter and an invisible ghost who liked to forget he was dead inside before returning back to the top floor.
Spencer was poking at some of the guitars when it returned, listening as the 'ding' went off. Confused, he turned around to see the floating jar of peanut butter had brought friends.
Obviously spooked, Spencer stood still in fright as the peanut butter floated forward into the room and was dropped on the bed where Spencer noticed were hundreds of other empty jars. "What the heck…" Spencer muttered, slowly putting the guitar down and watching as the peanut butter was seemingly consumed by nothing.
Was it alien peanut butter? Was it haunted? What was happening?
He tried not to let it get to him as he began slowly moving towards the elevator. He didn't make it too far before one of the jars, the only one floating, was moved in his direction and he flinched, darting towards the elevator and diving inside for safety.
Something was seriously wrong.
-o-
Billy had decided on heading back to his room to mope so when he grabbed his jars of peanut butter and went to go retreat up to his bed, but he didn't think he'd find Spencer messing around with one of the guitars.
He tried not to be offended, seeing as he couldn't tell the kid to take it off but Spencer did it for him when he spotted the seemingly floating jars. "Yeah, yeah, haunted peanut butter." He mumbled, knowing just what others would say. A clear frown was plastered on his face, as he watched Spencer put down the guitar slowly and begin moving towards the elevator at the rate of a snail, his eyes locked with the jar in Billy's hand.
Billy almost contemplated chucking the jar at him for laughs as he gave up and dropped the other jars on the bed. He eventually turned, looking to see Spencer still hadn't made it farther than a few feet from the guitar.
Crossing his arms, he shook his head. "And that, my little bro, is why you are not fit for the track team." He commented, laughing with himself and further wishing he could actually speak with Spencer. Maybe they'd be able to make up this whole forgetting each other deal.
He nearly lost it in a fit of laughter when Spencer dashed to the elevator and disappeared. Knowing that there wasn't much he could do, Billy went back to stuffing his face.
-o-
Spencer tried not to let the fact that peanut butter seemed to hate him get to him as he met his parents down on the ground floor. His mother seemed a bit worried when she saw Spencer covered in sweat from running.
"Hey, can I go check out the town?" Spencer asked the moment he got close to her. Jane looked a little bothered but nodded 'yes', checking to see if he had his cellphone on him and agreed to let him go.
Spencer smiled at his success, running down the driveway and having to squeeze past a few angry looking Cobraheads. They didn't do anything to him but just gave him a few nasty looks. Once he got clear of the crowd he found himself walking into the town and finding a smoothie place with wifi.
He smiled, already deciding he'd like to spend his time there as he stepped through the doorway. There were few people there even with the lack of school, but he guessed that most people in the area went places for their spring breaks.
Instead he spotted two individuals that he guessed to be brother and sister by their appearance. He figured they had to be his age.
Spencer, knowing he'd have to make friends some time, ventured over and sat down with them. The two looked up at him, smiling welcomingly. "Hi." Spencer greeted, hoping he wasn't intruding on anything. "I'm Spencer Wright."
The girl of the two nodded her head and reached out a hand for a hand shake. "I'm Shanilla." She smiled, a little too nicely for Spencer to think as just being friendly. "This is my brother Rajeev." She said, nodding her head towards her brother.
Spencer nodded his head back, reaching his hand out to shake hers and then Rajeev's. "I'm new around here." He explained, knowing that he was probably being a little awkward and forward but he didn't really care. He was always going to be considered a little weird.
"Oh we know. You're all over the news. The Wright family is the newest addition to Beverly Heights and the fact that you're moving into Billy Joe Cobra's mansion? Wow!" Shanilla rambled instantly, looking a bit smitten with the idea of someone she could be friends with living in the alleged Cobra Mansion.
Spencer stared in surprise at her enthusiasm before turning towards her brother. "Is she a fan?" He asked, unsure how to react. Cobraheads were pretty scary.
Rajeev shook his head. "Not really. She just thinks his butt's hot." He snickered evilly in response. Instantly he was met with a smack from Shanilla. "Stop reading my diary!" She protested.
Already Spencer was laughing. "It's a brother's duty!" Rajeev replied, getting up and instantly trying to hide behind Spencer so that she could no longer affect him with her wrath. Shanilla frowned, standing up and looking towards Spencer with a kind smile. "Spencer, I apologize for my brother's actions. He's being a pain." She stated in a sickly sweet tone before walking around the table and grabbing her brother by his ear.
Spencer only laughed more. He knew these would be his new best friends. The only thing he didn't know was that Billy, after becoming bored with eating out his problems, had followed him to the WiFry and was watching the scene play out with jealousy.
Spencer was supposed to be his bro. They just had the advantage of being visible.
Review and I'll give you your own limited edition FLOATING JAR OF PEANUT BUTTER! Haha, who caught on to Madame X running that website? And Who caught on to Madame X? (it was painfully obvious.) Also Shanilla and the Jeev'ster are really hard for me to write because honestly. Tweens are so weird. XD SO AWK FRIENDSHIP ENSUES!
Disclaimer: I don't own Dude, That's My Ghost. Because honestly, Rajeev's voice is reaaaallly annoying. I could change that.