Later that day, or perhaps night, Billy returned from his day of gallivanting around, stirring up trouble. He peered through the floor of Spencer's room and grinned mischievously. Slowly, he rose up from the floor boards, arms cast out in an eerie manner.

"BOO!"

Spencer immediately leapt up from his seat, startled by his sudden appearance. His camera flew up into the air, and was caught by Billy. BIlly quickly flipped it open, and filmed Spencer, as her clutched his heart, gasping for breath. Through his panting, he uttered a curse and tried to glare at Billy.

"Wha...WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"

"On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate that scare?"

"Not...not funny...Billy!"

Spencer gulped, and stood up. Soon his breathing rate returned to normal, and he was able to stand up. Billy never usually was able to scare him in such a manner, but he hadn't anticipated his return for some while now. Spencer snatched his camera from Billy and sat back down on his chair. He opened his laptop, saying not a word to Billy.

"What? Are you giving me the silent treatment or something."

"No, drill-bit. I'm not."

"Oh, good. Because I was worried-"

"I was being sarcastic."

"Oh..."

Billy frowned and hovered above Spencer's head. He watched as Spencer worked swiftly on the computer.

"So, what're you working on?"

"School work."

"Cool! What is it this time?"

Spencer sighed. Looks like the silent treatment hadn't lasted nearly as long as he had hoped.

"I'm working on some scripts for the movie project."

"Cool! Do you need assistance from moi?"

Spencer shook his head.

"No, I want you to stay as far away from the project as possible. This is professional work in a professional class, and I can't have you spooking everyone off!"

Billy frowned. While Spencer probably didn't mean it, it hurt Billy to hear him say he was not welcome to something they used to do together all the time. Billy nodded slowly, and backed away from Spencer. Curling up in a corner, he pouted. What was Spencer's problem? First, he got mad at him for the backpack, and now, he didn't even want him in the movie? It kinda stung, being told he wasn't wanted. After all, Spencer had always included him in his films. Be it one way, or another. Was this class really that important to him? Or was Billy being replaced? Billy tried not to think about it, but the thoughts kept creeping into his mind. Spencer could very well grow up, forget him just like that. The thought was a little over-dramatic, however. They were the best of friends, and all he had really said was to stay away from his school activities and movies. But that didn't lessen the pain anymore. As Spencer worked, he couldn't help but notice Billy sitting in the corner, curled up in a ball. He had to admit, he could have been a little nicer.

"Look, I'm sorry, Billy. I just don't need anyone getting suspicious about you. They'll just question me, and what would I tell them?"

"I understand, Bro-Fessor. I'll just...find other stuff to do."

Billy turned away, grabbing a nearby blanket and burying himself under it. Spencer tried not to feel bad, and returned to his work. He often looked back at Billy, who by the second hour, had fallen asleep. The rest of the night was silent, with the exception of Billy's occasional muttering in his sleep or the computer making a noise. Maybe today had just been a bad day...