NOTES:

This scene was cut because at the time it felt too out of character and caused some small plot holes. Also, a few plot points changed around. And I wanted to just 'show' the school and junkyard scenes instead of telling without doing both as it seemed redundant. But there are still aspects of this scene I like more than what made it into the finished story.

Basically, after Billy regained his memories in the first chapter he spent several days moping about it. Spencer originally had an easier time believing Billy's story about them having spent time together as kids but they also got into an argument about it. This was at the point where Spencer tries to reconcile and Billy tells him a story of when they were kids.


Spencer's mouth opened and then snapped shut. Maybe he was being too hard on Billy. "I-...I'm sorry, man. I shouldn't get so mad at you for forgetting. I mean I forgot too so it's not fair to take it out on you."

"You were just a baby. Not like it's totally un-bro-lievable you'd forget," he forced out a laugh, "Bet you don't even remember what you had for breakfast this morning."

"Pancakes."

Billy rolled his eyes and finally looked at him, "You know what I mean, dill weed."

Spencer smirked and held his arms out as a peace offering. Billy smiled a little before zipping over and giving him a hug. Billy squeezed him tight for a long moment before pulling away, rubbing his eyes and looking at the camcorder.

"One time I went to pick you up from school cuz your mom and dad were working late and my mom was being a jerk about it. I didn't want to go cuz I had to walk all the way there and the only pair of shoes I had with me were some expensive designer boots. But my mom and I got into a fight so I caved and went to get you...course I complained the whole way there," he let out a small chuckle and sat on the bed. Spencer plopped down next to him.

"When I got to the school you came running over to me bawling your little eyes out and you hugged me and wouldn't let go. When I asked what was wrong, you said the other kids picked on you. They called you weird cuz you brought in your favorite zombie toy in for show 'n tell and some bullies broke it."

Spencer frowned, "I think I remember that toy. ZomBoy, from Night of the Teenage Zombie." It was a silly B-Horror movie that could also be classified as a bad comedy because it was just that terrible. But it was one of the first horror movies his parents let him watch as a kid so he loved it.

Billy nodded, "So I picked you up and carried you away from that stupid place. I didn't know what to say to make you feel better so I sang instead. You calmed down right away so I think you enjoyed it. Then I remembered some funny stories from my shows and I told you them until you laughed so hard your cheeks were red. Like the time I tried smashing a guitar on stage for a show but accidentally threw it and broke an amp instead. Or the time I tried doing this really cool pose at the end of a song and ripped my pants."

Spencer blurted out a laugh, "Wow, I wish I could have seen that."

"There's probably a video online somewhere," Billy swallowed thickly, "But we didn't go home right away. You said you wanted to show me something so you took me to this old abandoned shack in the woods that used to belong to a hoarder or something cuz the yard looked like a junkyard."

Spencer grinned, "Yeah, I remember that place! I built a fort there."

"We did," Billy corrected, "The one you made by yourself was total lame sauce-"

"Gee, thanks…"

"-So I helped you make a better one. The whole time you talked about the horror movies you liked and about some of your own ideas for scary stories. I told you about the fight with my mom, how she didn't like my costumes and performances. So we got an idea and made costumes, props, sets out of cardboard and junk. We pretended to be zombies, vampires, werewolves, aliens, robots, you name it. I dressed up and acted however I wanted to and it didn't bother you the way it bothered my mom. I felt comfortable just being whatever I wanted to be and I think you were psyched to play with someone who didn't call you a weirdo for liking monsters. But we stayed out too late so when we got home our parents were so mad cuz you had homework and chores to do and we were both filthy. I was wearing makeup and a flippin' lampshade as a skirt so of course, mom was furious. She said all kinds of shit but I didn't care cuz we had so much freaking fun."

Spencer's eyes stung so he screwed them shut, "Why don't I remember? Even if I was just a kid, I wouldn't-"

Billy sighed and waited for a beat, "I don't know but I forgot too, bromosome, and I don't have an excuse. It's like...after I left, all that time we spent together just fell out of my noggin or something. Like a puzzle missing some pieces."

"Then how did you remember now?"

Billy shrugged, "Beats me, dude. When I saw those pictures I remembered some stuff but not everything. Some stuff is still kinda fuzzy."

Something clicked, "Dude when you were holding those pictures I thought I saw you glowing for a moment. At first, I thought it was just a trick of the light or something but maybe it has something to do with the pictures?"

"Iiii'm not following, brosephes…"

"You know, like something ghosty! Like when you're ecto gets on stuff and makes things go crazy."

Billy crossed his arms, "But I didn't get any ecto on the pictures...I think."

"Well let's try it and see what happens," Spencer grinned and raced over to the box.

Billy floated over, "Weren't you the one who said that stuff is liquid chaos?"

"Yeah, but we can at least try, dude." Spence took out the pictures again, smiling fondly for a moment before looking at Billy, "Alright, let's give it a shot."

Billy sighed but pulled up his sleeve before shoving his arm down his throat and pulling out a glob of ecto. Spencer made a gagging expression and held the photos out. Billy threw it at the photos, causing Spencer to drop them.

"Ah! Dude, come on!"

"Haha! Sorry, bro."

Spencer knelt down and grabbed one of the pictures that happened to have a bit of ecto on it. A shiver ran up his spine and he got a vivid memory of walking into an old abandoned cabin flashed in his mind. He could remember the feeling of someone holding his hand but he didn't know who. He didn't remember anything else but he got a sense of foreboding and a strong desire to go to the cabin. Spencer picked up more pictures but could remember nothing else, yet those feelings did not fade. He didn't know how long he'd been staring at nothing until Billy's hand was waving in his face.

"Yo! Space Bro-det!"

Spencer blinked up at him, "Huh?"

"I asked if you were ok, dude! You were totally zoning on me, not cool!"

"Ah-sorry, I just remembered something...HEY! I remembered something!"

Billy hovered next to him with a curious and worried expression, "What'd you remember?"

"That cabin. Nothing else just this short flash of looking at the cabin and walking into it."

"But you played there all the time, even after I left. Doesn't mean it's when I visited."

"This is different," Spencer leveled his gaze, "That place never used to feel...creepy to me but something about this memory feels...off like there's something bad. Besides, someone was holding my hand. I don't know who but I never told anyone else about my hiding place so who else could it be? What do you remember about that place?"

Billy's eyebrows furrowed, "Umm...not much. Definitely don't remember going inside that icky place. I don't remember much else before I left actually. It's like there are more gaps."

Spencer tapped on his chin, "Maybe if we go check out the cabin it'll jog our memories."

Billy thought for a moment before his face brightened, "Yeah! But how are we gonna get there, Christopher Bro-lumbus?"

Spencer smirked, "Mom and Dad are taking Jessica to a competition this weekend. We can take your limo."

Billy scowled but didn't argue.