"It might be a bit disappointing to you...but...I don't know all that much more than you do," Spencer replied, "the thing is, I actually learned more about myself, my ghost situation, and powers today than I have since I had started."

Billy looked confused at this, "You mean you never actually tried to learn about yourself? To even see what you can do?"

Spencer shook a big 'no' to that, crossing his arms now, "Didn't think it was really a smart thing to do," he replied, "I've seen waaay too many movies, with sooo many rogue ghosts, you can't even imagine. I've wrote storylines for films on the subject, none of them feature a ghost that is exactly written as a good thing, last time I checked. A common element is that they only get stronger as they learn, and that when they are stronger, they lose more of their humanity. Like a good director, I was trying to avoid that."

Billy listened intently, trying to take all this in as well as he could. One could argue this was the most listening he had ever did in his entire life.

"Alright, so there's that," he replied, cutting Spencer off, "so what do you know about the subject of you?"

Spencer was quiet for a while, "Well, basically what you know, on the off chance a little bit more", he replied, "I'm pretty clueless, to be honest."

Billy smiled, "Just tell me anything you can," he replied, "maybe about Maddy, why is she pursuing you?"

"Can't answer," he said simply, "Don't really know."

"Alright, that's fine," Billy replied, ever calm with his friend.

"All I know is that somewhere down the road, about a month ago, I died. But that I'm still here. That somebody must be trying to take advantage of this, that somebody else is aware of this. I don't know who."

"Have you seen any other ghosts around," Billy asked, "Maybe they would know about it more?"

"Nope, can't say I have," Spencer said.

"Okay, I guess you don't have to tell me anything if you don't really have anything to tell", Billy replied, shrugging.

"Maybe we have something else to talk about," Spencer began, "like what we know so far. That might be able to help us out a bit."

"Alright," Billy contemplated, "So here's what we know about ghosts; you're invisible, can only be seen if some human bro is wearing your gear,"

"Yep," Spencer verified.

"You can float, do that really quick wooshy thing, transform, but you haven't mastered it, and you seem to be made out of a strange material that we have deemed 'ecto'".

Spencer nodded, "Could feel what people feel sometimes too."

"Wait, when did that start," Billy asked, excitedly.

"Only a little while ago...not as great as it sounds," Spencer touched a finger to his mouth, "Well, sometimes it is."

"Anything else you want to keep from me," Billy asked. Spencer couldn't tell if he was faking that he was hurt, or that he really was. When he couldn't keep a straight face, he was guessing he wasn't mad.

"Oh, you missed go through things," Spencer added.

Billy just gaped, "You can," he asked, "I never seen you do that. I've seen things go through you, but never you go through things. Why do you still use the door then?"

"Not sure, I guess it just feels right to me. Sorta like a habit I can't break. I only stopped sleeping in a bed when it turns out I float in my sleep."

Billy laughed at that, "Alright, anything else," he asked, holding his sides.

"Nothing that comes to mind...tool kit." Billy laughed more. Such an insult! Even Spencer couldn't keep his cool. What could he say, Billy's laughter was contagious, like the zombie virus itself. Blame it on his new ghost power for making him feel so mirthful.

"So much for all that talk about getting me into the talent show," Billy giggled, laughing dying down finally.

Spencer stopped laughing at about the same time Billy did, "What do you mean by that," Spencer asked. He was afraid he might have accidently convinced him to instead of enter the talent show, do otherwise.

"Hyp-bro-crite, you're telling me to do something I'm scared to do, when you yourself are too scared to find the greatness that comes with being a ghost!" Spencer's face reddened, as he was feeling the truth in that. Oh man, he really was a hypocrite, wasn't he?

"Hey, we're both leaving our comfort zone, aren't we," Spencer asked, getting up as an unsettling feeling reached him, "Me; helping you get through stage fright-"

"NOT stage fright," Billy interrupted in annoyance, crossing his arms, "Just...not good in front of large crowds. It's a mega normal fear, everyone-"

"It's stage fright dude."

Billy rolled his eyes, pout turning into a small smile, "Alright, so maybe it is," he replied, "I guess that means that the two of us will just have to stick together." Spencer couldn't help but nod, agreeing fully. He didn't know what he would even do if he would have to get through being a ghost alone anymore.

A silence filled the room again, both not really sure what else to talk about. They both tried to think of anything they might have missed, but found themselves unable. When Billy let out a large yawn, Spencer not long after, they decided they might as well sleep on it. It had actually begun to get late, and the pair were more tired than they thought.

Billy threw off his sweater and discarded it onto the floor; the room was actually a bit messy now since he had moved in, Spencer noticed. As he was now in his t-shirt alone, Spencer had noticed the hand-hold that he had given him earlier, still on his wrist to be expected. He wouldn't be able to see him otherwise of course.

"Oh right," Spencer said, suddenly swooshing away in a red-blue blur. He was now going through his stuff, to Billy's surprise. The boy cocked his head questioningly as his cousin was shuffling through his old belongings.

"What 'cha doin' there, James Francbro," he asked, as he put on a different shirt to sleep in. Spencer continued shuffling through a dresser drawer, but after a moment he turned around. Billy noticed he was holding something now.

"Some of my gear," Spencer replied, as he had in a flash now floated in front of Billy, "To give to Lolo and Kleet tomorrow. They still needed some stuff remember?" Billy took the items from the man in front of him, looking at each of them. A necklace, a watch, and a belt buckle were now in his hands.

"We only need two of these things, remember," Billy replied, holding out the objects to Spencer, "I'm all set."

"Really," Spencer asked, "I would picture you wanting to have one of these things instead of that old handhold. Are you sure you don't want to maybe switch it up?"

Billy shook a hand dismissively, "Naw, I'm good," he replied, grinning as usual, "Actually grew kinda fond of this old thing …don't look at me like that." Spencer put the items in the nearby backpack, otherwise they would probably forget to if it was left until morning. He couldn't help but wear a lame grin on his face for some reason. He watched as the boy got under the blankets of his old bed, looking really small under all those blankets and sunken into those huge pillows. Kinda reminded him of when he was little, to be honest.

He grabbed a nearby blanket that was plastered with pictures of zombies. It was always his favorite, and it would be all he would need to sleep through the night. It felt normal to him now as he simply floated through the air, lying down as if his back was touching a surface when in reality touched only air. He would be confident in the fact that sleep would come much easier tonight, when he had felt a wave of what seemed to be pure 'tired' radiate throughout the room. If he had to guess, it wasn't just from Billy even.

Questions passed through each of the boy's minds as they now lay back in sync. A tired hand reached out to turn out the light, the room going dark after. Billy felt another yawn come and go as he shuffled to get comfortable.

"Goodnight," Spencer heard the small voice say tiredly. It was almost in a sing-song tone.

"Night, dude," Spencer replied, shutting his eyes.

Billy hazily watched the dim blue glow from above him, the blue giving off a strange luminance to the room. Never much liked the dark anyway, though he would never admit that. Spencer acted sort of like a night light Billy never had, comfort reaching when he realized that he would be safe with him there. It was a nice feeling to know a ghost would be nearby if anything happened.

…Well, as long as it was a good ghost. Not one of those ghosts like in Spencer's movies, those things were scary.

The last thoughts that went through each of their heads was of what would await them tomorrow, as they both imagined different scenarios, outcomes, possibilities. It wasn't long until those thoughts left though, and they both drifted off into much needed sleep.

It was when Spencer was asleep when he remembered a tiny detail.

That there was an apparent candidate for all of this that he was overlooking.

The crazed super fan that wanted him captured.

Author's Note:

And that concludes Day One! Not much longer, and this story will be done...unless I come up with something. Thank you all for reading my work, you guys have been really incredible! Make sure to review and fave and stuff! I'm always looking for criticism, and it's really helpful when I get some hints and such from you guys! Stay tuned, we're not over yet. I intend on writing this to the end, although I haven't necessarily been the best at that with my previous stories. You can find a whole bunch of drawings in the near future on my urfbownd tumblr account as well. Since, as my own biggest fan(probably) I tend to draw a lot of fanart for myself.

Don't be afraid to voice your opinions, though. Seriously.

I have a future for this story already planned out mostly, but who knows where it will go now?

(Sorry about any spelling errors and grammatical errors, believe it or not English is my SECOND language!)