Spencer coughed and waved a hand in the air as another plume of dust erupted in his face. Billy helpfully shapeshifted into a fan to blow it away yet again. He gave the ghost an appreciative node before frowning down at the box before him. Filled with more of the diva pop-stars' old clothes.
"Trash it," Billy said as his nose wrinkled in disgust at the articles inside.
Spencer nodded and added the box to the ever-growing 'Donations' pile. His Mom had been complaining for some time now about not having a space to store her extra hair salon supplies. The garage was overflowing with his Dads' projects and the basement was filled with Billys' old junk that they couldn't get rid of for one reason or another. But the attic was another story. It was filled with junk.
After the boys had discovered their old shoebox up there and gone on a little adventure into their past Spencer thought it would be a good idea to finally clean out that space. They could potentially find more stuff which they didn't want Spencers' family to get ahold of. Billy said that most of the stuff was junk he threw up there ages ago and forgot about so it was possible. It was also possible that everything else was just junk. As they shifted through boxes they divided up the stuff between what could be thrown away or donated. Spencer wanted to convert the space into a place his Mom could use and present it as her next Mother's Day present.
So far they found nothing else connected to their past and very little else worth keeping. Most of it was clothes and costumes that Billy had only worn once or twice and quickly abandoned as he passed through a phase or the garment went out of style. Some of the clothes Billy did still like and was having himself a little fashion show on the other side of the room as Spencer cleaned.
"Duuuude! Check this out!"
Spencer turned as Billy emerged from one of the boxes wearing a full sequined one-piece silver suit that reflected the light in rainbows. It was accompanied by hula-hoop like attachments with little orbiting planets that spun around his body. It looked like some kind of 80's futuristic outfit.
". . . What the heck is that?"
"Miss Blah Blah and I had a field day during an avant-garde contest trying to outdo each other with futuristic disco fever outfits. I won of course."
"Wearing that?"
Billy nodded with pride.
. . . Spencer decided not to ask anything more. He shook his head and turned back to his current task.
A few seconds later something flew over his head, obscuring his vision and constraining him. He struggled and fought against it until his arms and face were put through holes so he could move and he could see again. Spencer blinked as Billy hovered in front of him with a grin. Spencer glared and tried to get a look at whatever Billy had just put him in but it was too stiff to move properly. Billy then spun him around to face the mirror. He was wearing an outfit equally as garish and eccentric as what Billy was wearing.
"We could totally rock these looks."
Spencer pouted, removed the absurd garment, and shoved it into Billy's hands. "Billy, I can't wear this! It's too-...you!"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Look at it, it's covered in rhinestones and glitter. I'll be a laughing stock if I wear that."
"No one laughed at me when I wore it."
"That's because you're famous."
Billy pouted, putting the outfit back and diving into another box. Spencer sighed, pushing more of the same boxes to the side. All filled to the brim with overly extravagant and over-the-top pieces of clothing. Donations. If anyone would even wear them that is. Then his eye caught a box labeled 'Do Not Open' in big red letters.
He blinked at it and looked back at Billy who had changed back into his regular look and was rummaging around other boxes. His back was to Spence. He smirked and bent down, grabbing a box cutter and opening the box. He gasped at what was inside. The box was full of dark, grunge articles of clothing with graphic designs, studded spiked jewelry, black makeup, etc. The kind of stuff the goth and punk kids at his old school wore.
"WHAT is all this?" He grinned.
Billy popped up from the box he was in and stared. Then he gasped and swooped over to him. "No! No way, put that away!"
Spencer pulled out a black studded leather jacket that had messy bone designs painted on it. "Don't tell me YOU, the same guy who wears feathers, sequins, and heals wore this kind of stuff too." he teased. The thought of Billy decked out in a punk or goth look was too funny to him for some reason. He was far too accustomed to Billy in bright colors, sparkles, and other more pop-star related things. This stuff was more up Spencers' alley.
"It was just a phase! Put that back!"
Billy tried pulling the box away from him but Spencer wouldn't let him. "No way!" Spencer dug through the box, looking at the array of studded bracelets, jewelry for body piercings, ripped black skinny jeans, graphic t-shirts, and more.
"We can use some of this for my new movie: Grunge Ghoules!"
"Nooo! Come on, man! Put this junk away, would ya?" Billy whined.
"Why are you so bent out of shape? You're not using any of this anymore. You don't even like it." One item, in particular, caught his eye. It was a black hoodie decorated with a simplified ribcage design. He put it on. A little big but comfortable. He walked over to the mirror Billy had been using during his fashion show. He liked the hoodie.
Spencer grinned back at Billy, "Can I keep this one?"
"No! What did I just say? Put that back! It's getting thrown away."
Spencer frowned and looked back at himself in the mirror. He really did like the hoodie. It was a shame to get rid of it. But he supposed someone else might enjoy it too…
Spencer took it off with one final longing look before going over to the donation pile.
"...Wait…" Billy called.
Spencer looked back at him. The ghost stared at the floor with an odd thoughtful expression. "You can keep it."
Spencer blinked, "What? Really?"
"Just...think of it as, you know...a way of...making up for missing all your birthdays and holidays…"
Spencer stared at him. A smile spread across his face and he put the hoodie back on. "Thanks, dude! This is so awesome!"
Billy cleared his throat and turned back to the mountains of boxes they still had to go through.
Spencer smiled and jogged over to him, "Tell me more about this little goth/punk phase you went through."
"You're pushing it, squirt."
Authors Notes:
I've drawn Spencer in the bone hoodie before and speculated that it once belonged to Billy during a phase. Wanted to make a short little drabble about how Spencer inherited it. Billy's feeling guilty about having missed out on watching Spencer grow up and spoiling him with presents so he caves and agrees to let Spencer have it
