He couldn't see. He'd tried, just once he had to try, but the second he'd seen the shrinking car, the vast scenery, his eyes had closed on their own. He was keeping his mouth closed too. He wasn't proud to say he'd screamed the whole way so far until he'd swallowed something and ever since then, he'd kept his mouth shut. It had actually helped, all things considered. All he had to focus on was his breathing, the sound of the wind blowing by his ears, and the almost comforting presence of arms wrapped around him. If he just pretended he was on the ground during a windy day while getting a very long hug, he'd be golden.

Spencer unclenched his fists and slowly wrapped them around his invisible partner, swallowing at the feeling of the wind whistling between his fingers. With his eyes closed, everything else he felt had a much stronger presence. He finally came in contact with...Something. It felt like a jacket, and when he pressed his hands more firmly on the invisible back, he felt the slight shift of ghostly shoulder blades. 'Kinda cool." He thought. He couldn't feel any heat, but unlike when the ghost had grabbed his shoulder and squeezed it within an inch of bruising, it wasn't ice cold anymore. 'Maybe it's only cold when it's angry, or when it wants to be.' he guesstimated.

Before he could get around to investigating more, or just asking the ghost outright, he felt them suddenly drop, effectively shutting out any thought that wasn't 'Oh God!'. He clung to his see through lifeline impulsively, and after another feeling akin to that of a dropping elevator, cracked his eye open for a moment. Both eyes snapped open when the image registered. He was almost home! He'd seen the same exact scenery when his family had been driving to the Cobra Mansion for the first time.

"Holy crap! We made it!" He cheered, throwing his arms in the air in triumph for a second before he saw what he was doing and quickly wrapped his arms around his invisible companion again. The ghost gave him a comforting squeeze as he felt it speed up and turn a familiar corner, revealing the Cobra Mansion in all it's semi-familiar glory. Spencer remembered how he felt the first time he'd looked at it, and he was feeling a whole different vibe from it right now. It wasn't exactly home, but for now, it was were his family was, and it was safe.

He blinked some tears from his eyes, not sure if they were there because he was relieved, or because the wind was making his eyes water. Spencer loosened his grip a bit as the ghost slowed around the perimeter of the mansions gates, safely lowering him to the ground within. He didn't realize he was back on the ground until the ghost forcefully pried his arms from it and prodded him. He gave himself a few 'wake up' smacks on the face and was about to get up and make his way to the front doors of the Cobra Mansion, when he felt himself being pulled back by the collar.

"What? What is it?' He asked, then grinned when he saw his bag and lost trophy floating up to him. "Thanks!" he grabbed the bag and the trophy and jogged towards the front doors, completely ignoring the shocked looks of some of the guards. "Hey! What do you-" Spencer didn't stop, instead opting to walk backwards as he responded. "Just, uh...walking around! I live here and all, it's not a crime! Oh, and by the way...there's a hole in the gate! Bye~!" The guards all looked a mix between confused and alarmed at his exit as he slammed the doors behind him. Before he could even pull away from the doors he'd shut, an all too familiar and currently worried voice met him.

"Spencer? Is that you? Where have you been all day, I've been worried sick!" His mom called from the downstairs kitchen. Spencer cringed at her questions, he wasn't so sure he wanted to have this talk with him mom right now, or ever really. "I was just, um...Gardening! Outside! I fell asleep so, I just lost track of time! I'm gonna go take a shower now, g'night!" He called back hastily as he ran up the stairs and sprinted to the elevator. He was going to have to face the consequences of his broken promise eventually, but that day was not today!

He sighed as he stepped into the elevator, ignoring the muffled protests of his mom as she tried to catch up with him. When he finally stepped into the room where it all started, he tossed the trophy onto the bed lightly, and prepared to take a shower. He needed to do some damage control if he wanted to stand by his flimsy excuse tomorrow, and something told him the black eye he was feeling couldn't be blamed on a simple gardening accident. Spencer paused to open his bag and take out a pair of PJ's, then stumbled into the bathroom.


Billy had held his breath when Spencer had tossed his trophy, but thankfully the kid had been aiming for his bed, and as Billy examined it now, he saw no damage was done. "Daddy won't ever let you out of his sight again! Never ever!" He comforted the poor trophy, caressing it's sleek gold plated surface for a few moments before setting it carefully in its rightful place. As Billy set it down, he noticed it had left a square shaped mark in the dust where it'd been sitting.

"Not...ever…" He whispered, frowning as he turned around to take a look at the bag that Spencer had dropped. He floated over to it, grimacing at the creepy looking blanket inside and rummaging around to see inspect it all. It looked perfectly unscathed after today's events, which was much more than could be said for Spencer, who Billy thought looked like they'd been in a car accident. Maybe even multiple accidents, the kid just didn't sport a black eye well. Billy couldn't help but wonder when he'd gotten it. When he'd found the kid, he'd managed to already have it, so that probably meant Spencer had acquired it sometime during his kidnapping. "Did they beat him up?" Billy worried.

Billy bit his thumb as that familiar twisting feeling started up in his gut again. Was it his fault? Spencer's mom had said 'Stay away from the gates!' and Billy had actively put the kid in a corner! Now Spencer not only broke a promise to his mom because of him, but he'd also been beat up by his Cobra Heads, and then kidnapped by his Cobra Heads, because they wanted to make the Wright family leave his mansion. And in the end, this had all come to pass because Billy had wanted that very same thing!

"Am I like, the bad guy?" Billy whimpered, eyes watering at the thought that he was the villain in all this. He was supposed to be the hero! He'd been trying to protect his stuff! His legacy! He'd finally decided to take a stand and be an active participant in his life, and yet…! "It's true, isn't it? I've become a rebrobate! A desperabro! A broffender of common decency!" He wailed, tears streaming freely from his eyes. He'd never considered it possible, but after all this time, he was actually….Regretting his decisions?

Billy found himself unconsciously reaching for a tissue (He really missed his entourage) and wiping away his tears. He was about to blow his nose when he opened his eyes and saw- "Zombies?! Gross!" Billy shrieked, tossing the blanket as far away from himself as possible. He pouted at it for a moment, then sighed. He needed to deal with all this...Guilt? Was that the word? Well, whatever it was, he needed to make it stop! "Even if that means...ugh. Letting the Wrights stay." He grumbled.

"You're lucky I'm feeling all this...Whatever this is, Spencer!" Billy spluttered as he glared at the bathroom door. Despite his frustration in the decision, he was already feeling better knowing he wouldn't have to torment the kid anymore. He just wasn't cut out for the whole, 'vengeful poltergeist' deal like he'd wanted to be. Just too loveable maybe? "Like that Jasper guy!" He concluded cheerfully, unaware of the ominous shadow advancing slowly behind him.

"Now! All I have to do is find a way to let Spencer know! He'll be so happy! Maybe I can finally give him a proper tour of this place!" Billy was super excited now that he'd committed to his plan. He was gonna make a proper Cobra Head out of that kid yet! "I should get a piece of paper or something, morse brode is getting kinda old…" He turned around to look for some pen and paper when he found his view completely blocked by…"What?"

Billy scooted back to get a better look at the mass that was blocking his view and gasped. "Ewwww! What the heck?!" It was that freaky blanket! And it looked...different. The zombie blanket looked less like a blanket with zombies on it, and more like a blanket made out of zombies. The thing looked like it was sewn out of various samples of skin and filled with flesh instead of cloth, it looked disgusting! "Why do you look even worse? How are you moving? What is happening?!" Billy fretted as he backed away, flying to the other side of the room and hiding behind the couch.

He watched as the weird patchwork monstrosity crawled around the room and started heading towards the elevator. Maybe it was going after the rest of the family? Did in need fresh meat or something? Did it even know how to use an elevator?! "Wait!" He protested, picking up the couch and slamming it in front of the elevator impulsively. He couldn't let this thing eat the Wright family, not after he'd just decided to not kick them out of his house! "You leave them alone, you freaky franken blanket!" He commanded with his best brave face. The blanket growled at him threateningly and Billy screamed, flying under his bed in fear.

This was too scary! He just wanted to wake up from this nightmare and go back to the good ol' days when monsters weren't a thing! The blanket bumbled around the room, pressing against windows and bumping into furniture dumbly. Billy didn't know what to do, he'd never seen anything like this before. Should he just leave it be? Should he try to kill it? What even was it? It wasn't a blanket anymore, that was for sure! "I don't know! I need help!" Billy cried, shuddering as the blanket of doom crawled near the bed and started heading towards the bathroom.

"Spencer! No way, Brose!" He objected, flying in front of the bathroom door, closing his eyes, and kicking the blanket as hard as he could. The evil rag was a lot heavier than he'd thought it would be, but thankfully all those dance lessons payed off, because he'd kicked it pretty far back! "And there's more where that came from!" He challenged, striking his best fighting pose and glaring at the franken blanket. The blanket flopped back upright and growled again (How did it do that? It doesn't have a mouth!) then advanced on Billy with a speed he hadn't been aware it possessed. "Aw crud." Billy whimpered, and prepared to hold his ground.


He'd never thought he'd appreciate a shower as much as he was right now. He'd been really dirty too, he was pretty sure he'd seen a stick fall out of his hair. Of course the shower was super nice like everything else in the Mansion, but he wasn't really complaining, the settings on the shower head were heavenly! "Now this, I could get used to." He sighed, turning off the shower and grabbing a fluffy clean towel off the pile. He dried himself and started to put on his PJ's, then stopped before he put on his pajama shirt to check out his current state.

He was pretty bruised around the stomach and arms, he had a black eye, and few small cuts. "Not that bad…" He concluded. Sure, he looked like he'd gotten beaten up, but not like he'd been beaten up and kidnapped. Unless his mom got a ransom note or something, he could explain away his injuries pretty easily. 'But not that haunted look in your eyes.' he thought sarcastically. He wasn't really sure how he felt about the whole kidnapping business. It had been really scary, but not as bad as it could have been. And nobody but the kidnappers and the ghost would ever know about the whole thing if he had to say anything about it.

"The ghost was weirdly nice during the whole thing…" He mumbled thoughtfully. The ghost had been an antagonistic force for the majority of his stay here, yet it had also saved him. Maybe it was only trying to spook him, but was against actual violence and serious threats? Maybe it was having a change of heart? 'Maybe it's trying to get you to let your guard down.' he thought darkly. He didn't have much to back up any of his thoughts, even the pessimistic ones. "I'll just have to see how things go tomorrow." He decided, pulling his pajama top on and hanging up his towel.

He picked up his dirty clothes and opened the bathroom door, prepared to have a talk with the ghost about the treatment of their respective stuff. When he opened the door, all thoughts of conversation flew out the window. " What the heck is THAT?!" He yelled out, dropping his clothes and scrambling back into the bathroom. It looked like some kind of twisted flesh towel was gained sentience and was jerking and stumbling around the room, it flew towards Spencer before he could close the bathroom door and growled. "Aaaahhhhh!" Spencer kicked at it wildly and tried to shut the door on it, only seeming to make it more aggressive.

He would have loved this thing if had been a little less real and in-his-face and more, a cool idea for a short horror film that would never actually exist. Instead, it was trying to climb on top of him and, he assumed, smother him. It was really heavy! "G-get off!" He grunted, opening the door and hastily crawling out of the now cramped bathroom. He skittered out of it's reach and was about to make his way to the elevator when he saw-"Why is the couch here?!" He looked around the room for something to fight it off with when his eyes fell on his bag. Where was his blanket?

Before he could voice his admittedly odd concerns, an invisible force pushed him out of the way as the evil skin cloth lunged for him. He watched as the patchwork nightmare wrangled with something unseen and his mind raced to find some sort of solution. His eyes landed on a commemorative pair of ribbon cutters and something clicked. "Hey ghost! Catch!" He warned, snatching the scissors off the wall and throwing it in the general direction of the beast and his opponent.

For a scary moment, Spencer was worried he'd missed, but at the last second, the scissors halted in midair. "Yes!' He cheered, fist pumping in relief as the scissors snipped the air experimentally and then sliced the skin flap of doom mercilessly. "Screeeeeeeeeee!" The creature cried out, wiggling away from the scissors, leaving behind a small chunk of itself. As the scissors chased it's patchy prey, Spencer ran over and picked up the scrap, inspecting it curiously. Suddenly, the scrap transformed from an ugly chunk of rotting flesh to..."My blanket!" Spencer gasped, looking over to the frightened looking monster and floating scissors, seeing the both of them in a new light.

"Stop! Stop hurting it!" He demanded, running over and standing in front of it protectively, glaring at the scissor wielding ghost. The ghost waved the scissors around angrily and tapped the wall in frustration, but Spencer stood his ground. "No way! This isn't a monster, it's my blanket! I've had it since I was a kid, you can't destroy it!" he explained, hoping the ghost would understand. It seemed to care about all this old Billy Joe Cobra stuff, it was probably a big Cobra Head, it should understand caring about things!

The scissors stopped waving around and lowered and Spencer sighed in relief. "Thank you. Now we just need to-" There was a low rumbling sound and a shadow came over him, as Spencer was about to turn around, there was a slicing sound and a deafening screech. "SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" He fell to the ground and covered his head instinctively, closing his eyes and waiting till that horrible sound stopped. When it finally did, the silence was deafening, then there was a quieter thumping sound, a if something was dropped, and then nothing. Spencer raised his head and looked behind him. "No...You didn't!" He pleaded to no avail, scooping up scraps of his now fully reverted blanket, utter destroyed.

Tap Tap Tap

Spencer whipped his head around to glare in the direction the tapping was coming from, clenching his jaw in anger. He was so stupid! He'd let himself believe the ghost was an ally or something. Now his most treasured possession was destroyed! "You did this!" He accused, pointing angrily at the ghost, one hand still gripping the scraps of his blanket. "How else could something like this happen? Everything that's happened today has been your fault!"

He was so angry he was shaking! Spencer looked around the room with only one thought on his mind, 'Make this ghost hurt!'. His eyes locked onto a glass trophy on a shelf and he grabbed it and stared straight at the ghost. "Let's see how you like it!"

SMASH!


He'd been feeling pretty good about himself. He'd actually fought a monster! He was allowed to be a little proud, especially considering he'd been utterly terrified and disgusted while he'd been doing it! He was feeling pretty good about the whole teamwork aspect of the battle as well. Spencer had been pretty smart thinking of using the ribbon cutters, even if Billy was a little sad to have to tarnish them with monster grossness. Billy had been having a perfectly pleasant time cutting up the blanket monster when Spencer had suddenly decided this thing was chill.

"Stop! Stop hurting it!" He'd demanded, standing in front of it protectively and glaring at Billy like he was the bad guy. "Are you serious? This thing wants to eat you or something!" He'd responded, tapping the word danger as he spoke. Spencer was going to get hurt if he didn't get away from that thing! Even now, all scared and shivering, that blanket was probably plotting whatever evil things monsters plotted when they had down time!

"No way! This isn't a monster, it's my blanket! I've had it since I was a kid, you can't destroy it!" he explained, giving Billy the saddest pair of puppy eyes he'd ever seen. "Aw, dang! C'mon Spencer! I can't just…" He sighed, lowering the scissors. He just couldn't keep his slice and dice mojo when the kid looked at him like that. Spencer sighed in relief. "Thank you. Now we just need to-" Billy's eyes widened as he heard the monster growl, then suddenly rise up behind Spencer and lunge. He didn't even think, he just lunged forward and speared the thing, cutting wildly and hoping Spencer wouldn't hate him for this.

The blanket turned horror show had screamed like a banshee, Billy was pretty sure he'd gone deaf, because suddenly everything was super quiet, and there wasn't a monster anymore, just scraps of an old zombie blanket. He dropped the scissors and floated away from the depressing mess, tensing in preparation for Spencer's reaction. Maybe he wouldn't be mad! He'd just saved him after all, and he'd only used the scissors because Spencer had given them to him. So maybe...Spencer knew the thing had attacked him right? He hadn't been facing it so maybe he didn't know that.

"No...You didn't!" Billy cringed and tried to think of some way to explain! Billy tapped the wall "danger", not really having any other way he could say, 'You were being attacked! I just saved you!' and looked to the kid expectantly. "Please, please, don't be angry…" he whispered.

When Spencer turned around, he stopped tapping and gulped in nervousness. He looked really angry. "You did this!" He accused, pointing angrily at Billy, one hand still gripping the scraps of his blanket. "How else could this happen? Everything that's happened today has been your fault!" Billy backed up at the accusation, honesty hurt by the painfully accurate statement. "I didn't want-" he stuttered, he knew Spencer couldn't hear him, what could he do?

The kid was so angry he was shaking! Spencer looked around the room for a moment with scary concentration, grabbed his favorite trophy, and then stared straight at Billy. "Let's see how you like it!"

SMASH!

Time didn't slow.

Billy always thought when important stuff happened, time would slow for a moment, give you some time to process it all. Turns out he was wrong! Time marched on at the same pace it always did, and Billy didn't really feel anything for a few seconds. He looked down at the shattered trophy, and for a moment, he could almost believe it was just a pile of glass shards. That's all it really looked like. Then he noticed something, a little strip of rectangular gold, with the words, Artist of the Decade :Billy Joe Cobra, printed on them. Then he wasn't numb anymore, no, Billy was angry. "You little shi-"

"Well? Not so nice when it happens to you, huh?" Spencer interrupted, looking a mix between angry and smug, glancing around the room challengingly. Billy seethed, clenching his fists and immediately zipping over to Spencer's bag. "You want some karma, Spencturd? I'll give you some pay back alright! Get ready for some grade A Cobra Karma!" He exclaimed, ignoring Spencer angrily swiping for his bag as Billy grabbed the first thing he touched and tore it in half.

"Opps! Did you like that shirt? Too bad!" He sneered, pulling out a sweatshirt next and tearing it in half as well. "You screw head!" Spencer yelled, jumping for his bag one more time before giving up and running over to Billy shelf again. "Take this!" He roared, pushing all the contents of the shelf onto the floor, then grabbing a snow globe and smashing it.

"No! That was my first commemorative snowglobe!" Billy wailed, eyes watering at the sight of the tiny glitter covered Billy in the tiny, broken Christmas scenery. He pursed his lips and dumped all the contents of the bag out. Billy tore every piece of clothing he could get his hands on and Spencer responded in kind with commemorative trophy and merchandise alike. For once, Billy didn't pause to wipe away his tears or wait for someone to come comfort him. He was angry, more angry than he'd ever been in his entire life, and he wouldn't stop for anything until...He didn't know! He just knew he was hurting, and breaking stuff was the only thing making him feel better anymore! "I hate you!" He screamed, pushing Spencer as the kid broke another of one his figurines, and rubbed away tears that were threatening to blur his vision completely.

When he looked up to glare at him, his breath caught at the sight of the kid. He was crying. Not angry crying like Billy, sad crying. He wasn't even trying to get up again, just sitting there all teary eyed and sad…

"Come on." Billy groaned, feeling all the anger just drain out of him at the sight of the kid. Billy took a deep breath and let out the longest sigh ever. "You can't just do that, dude…"He whimpered, without all the rage, Billy was feeling super weepy right now. He wiped away the tears again, and sat down a few feet away from the kid.


Spencer didn't know why the ghost had stopped. Maybe it was just tired of him, maybe it never cared in the first place. Spencer was too worn out to ask. This was all so stupid. He was acting like a child, honestly, he deserved for his stuff to be wrecked. His blanket had been a literal monster and he'd still thrown a tantrum over it like he was eight years old. And for what? Oh yeah, that little act of retaliation had gone over sooooo well! Now half his clothes were ruined and the rooms carpet was littered with glass and scraps of broken Billy merchandise.

"Why can't I just…" He whispered, rubbing his face and hating himself for crying. Way to go Spencer! Now you really are acting like a baby. He looked at the ground scattered with cloth and glass and glitter. It looked kind of pretty in a weird way. "What are we even doing?" He asked, wondering if the ghost was still in the room. Was it satisfied with all this, or was it feeling just as lost as he was? He pulled his hand away from his face and noticed he was still holding onto a scrap of his blanket.

Out of all the things he could loose, the only thing that really hurt was this. "You know? It wasn't even that good of a blanket. It was too thin, and I got too big for it in like, a year. It's not even..even-" He broke down. This was all too much, too much action, too much feelings, and he didn't know what to do. He pulled his knees to his chest and bowed his head into his legs.


Billy looked away from the sad sight before him. He could barely handle his own feelings, he knew he wouldn't be able to handle Spencer's. He looked around the wreckage of his room and took a shaky breath. It wasn't...too bad. He hadn't...Well he couldn't say he was super attached to everything Spencer had smashed. Okay! So he was a little attached to some of the stuff Spencer had broken. But he couldn't say everything had actually been important to him. Some were, but some really weren't.

"I don't even remember what this was for." He breathed out, lightly fingering a little chunk of a plastic figurine. He'd probably just gotten it because it had his face on it. He'd done it enough times that he wouldn't be surprised. "And this…" He picked up a shard of his favorite trophy. It was a good one, definitely a treasured memory, but… "I always wanted another one." He remembered. When he'd gotten it, he'd told everyone that he wanted to get it every decade, 'Until I'm one-hundred!' he'd said. It was only important because he was waiting for the next one. "Guess I only got one…" he realized sadly, looking over to Spencer, whose shoulders were shaking slightly with every sob.

Whenever Billy saw sad faces, he was always able to cheer them up with a song and dance, no exceptions. Now, he couldn't do either. "I'm sorry dude…" He whispered, looking over the huge mess he'd made. All that stuff he'd torn up was probably important, and even if it wasn't, it could have been. Spencer had said that he'd had that blanket for a while. Now it, along with half his other stuff was gone, because of him. As Billy looked over the wreckage of his screw up, his eye caught a familiar blue.

"Aw, hey!" He chuckled, picking up his old guitar pick necklace. Now this was a cool memory! He'd worn this a long time ago, when he was first starting out. "This, was the first product made with my face on it." He recalled fondly. He could still remember when his dad had bought him this, he'd been so excited! He'd drilled a little hole in it with a toothpick and worn it like a medal. He frowned again as he remembered Spencer. Did he have nice memories about that blanket of his, or what about all his other stuff?

Billy looked at the necklace again and got an idea. Maybe he'd destroyed some important stuff, he couldn't take that back, but maybe he could give Spencer some stuff to make new memories! He was still a kid after all, Billy remembered when he'd been his age, and Spencer still had so much living to do! "And I can start, with this!" He smiled as he floated over to the kid and placed the necklace carefully around his neck. Spencer shifted a bit, but otherwise ignored the intrusion.

Billy frowned again, he knew this was only a small start. He wouldn't be able to undo all this mess between them with a necklace that only mattered to him. He grabbed his guitar and started to strum in hopes that even without his voice, he would be able to cheer up the kid, even just a little bit. As he strummed, he couldn't help but sing along, closing his eyes as he let the music wash over him.

Smile though your heart is aching

Smile even though it's breaking

When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by~

If you smile through your fear and sorrow

Smile and maybe tomorrow

You'll see the sun come shining through, for you~

Billy was crying again. If he'd been doing this when he was still visible, his manager would be having a fit! It looked cool in movies, but crying while singing was a messy, not at all pretty thing to do, he probably sounded congested. Darn, this song was a sad one, wasn't it? He'd been trying to be uplifting, way to go Cobra. Thankfully Spencer couldn't hear him, so maybe the guitar playing was coming across more chipper than he was.

Light up your face with gladness

Hide every trace of sadness

Although a tear, may be ever so near~

That's the time, you must keep on trying

Smile, what's the use of crying?

You'll find that life is still worthwhile

If you just smile~

That's the time you must keep on trying

Smile, what's the use of crying?

You'll find that life is still worthwhile

If you just smile~

"That's-*Sniff* That's a rap!" He sniffed, rubbing his face in an attempt to collect himself. Ugh, he probably looked so gross. Why couldn't he be one of those people who managed to look pretty after a good cry? He wiped his nose on his sleeve (Because his legacy was in literal shambles, he was invisible, and a mute pop star, so, he was kind of on his last leg here.) and looked up at Spencer to see if he'd helped, or maybe made it worse. Instead of a sniffling child, he came face to face with a very shocked looking kid.

In fact, he looked like he was actually looking at him! Of course, he wasn't, he was probably just looking at the floating guitar and making an educated guess. Still, the kid looked kind of out of it. Was he okay? He reached towards Spencer to poke him when the kid actually pulled back. Like he could actually see his hand. He frowned in confusion, pulling back and cocking his head thoughtfully. Could he really see him?

Billy cleared his throat quietly and decided to brave getting his hopes up one more time. "Can you...Are you seeing me right now?" He whispered. He hadn't meant to whisper, but he was actually pretty nervous. He rubbed his hands together anxiously as he waited for a reply, the kid was staring right at him, but maybe-

"You're Billy Joe Cobra." Spencer rasped, leaning forward and staring in a way that would probably make someone uncomfortable if it weren't for the fact that Billy was loving it! "You can see me?!" He coaxed, leaning forward as well and grabbing Spencer's arms encouragingly. The kid jumped at the contact, but didn't take his eyes off Billy's face, which was amazing! "You can see me!" Billy cheered, shooting into the air in celebration.

As he flew around the room, he saw the pile of blanket scraps, and the ripped up clothes and shattered trophies. His smile melted away as he floated back to Spencer's level. "Uh, I...um…" He was speechless now that he could actually get a word in. How ironic! "Uh…Do-do you wanna hear...another song?" Awful! That was it? C'mon Cobra! You can do better! "I-I'm sor-"

"Yeah! I, uh, really liked the one you just did...Can you-can you do that one again?" Spencer interjected, shifting to a criss cross applesauce and smiling. His smile looked a little shaky, but at least it was something.

"Er-Yeah! Just, uh-" Billy looked at the shards of glass and plastic surrounding the kid and frowned. "How about you get comfortabro first?" He suggested, swooping down and picking Spencer up bridal style before he could object, and setting him down on his-on Spencer's bed. "Now for some mood lighting." He sang as he stretched his arm and turned the lights down. He was tempted to go all out, but he was feeling emotionally spent, and Spencer looked it. "Let's bring things down a bit, yeah?" He hummed, floating down as he started to strum a quieter version of the tune.

Spencer looked a mix between apprehensive and tired as he finally got comfortable in his race car bed and watched Billy play. Billy could feel his eyes on him, and while he enjoyed it immensely, it had a different weight to it then the thousands of stares he'd felt before. 'This kid has seen me do a crap ton of cruddy things.' he thought. It was a weird feeling, knowing he was kind of just sitting with that, yet Spencer wasn't yelling at him, or giving him the cold shoulder, he was just watching him play.

'It won't fix things, but it's a start, and they do say music is the best medicine.' Billy thought as he took a breath 'Might as well give him a show!' And he sang.


What do you get, when you combine a spoiled man child, and a literal child going through puberty? Tears, Tantrums, and Misunderstandings! Don't worry, Spencer and Billy can talk now, so I'm sure things will be smooth sailing from now on! The song name in this chapter is called Smile by Nat King Cole! I recently heard a version sung by Micheal Jackson, apparently one of his favorite songs! I like to think of Billy, talent wise, as the Jewish baby of Prince, Micheal Jackson, Beyonce, and Bruno Mars. Speaking of Billy being Jewish (His name is super Jewish, trust me) did you know Baruch translates from Hebrew to Blessed, and Cohen or Kohen, translates to Priest? If you know anyone with the last names Cohen, Coen, Kohen, or Katz/Kats, they're probably Jewish, or of Jewish decent!