Previous chapter [part 1]
This is a Spencer x Billy plus Miss Blah Blah fanfiction.
"I'm sorry, Joanne, but this is for the best. Thanks for everything."
Baruch handed her a document with trembling fingers, the crisp paper feeling far colder than it should have. For several seconds, she couldn't breathe. Her eyes moved across the paper again and again, desperately searching for something different, something that would prove she had misunderstoodâonly to find his signature at the bottom of the page, like a final stab to the chest. A contract officially declaring the end of everything they had built together.
For a moment, Joanne simply stared at it, unable to process the words in front of her. She looked at the man, who couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze and instead stared off to the side. A pathetic expression hung on his faceâcowardice laid bare in the awkward fidgeting of his fingers. His mouth trembled, and as the broken woman glared at him, he swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.
"How could you..." Her voice cracked violently as tears flooded her eyes.
"HOW COULD YOU, BARUCH?!"
As she hit the table Billy jolted awake from his nightmareâ more like a guilty memories.
His upper body shot upward from the bed as he gasped sharply for air, one hand clutching his chest while the remnants of the guilt still clawed at his mind. The room around him slowly came back into focus. Dim lighting. Messy blankets. The faint sound of chirping birds outside the window.
And beside him, sleeping peacefully without a single care in the worldâ was Spencer.
The brunette lay sprawled across the mattress with messy hair covering half his face, completely naked beneath the tangled blankets. Faint claw marks trailed along his back while hickeys stained his skin like evidence of last night's love making. Despite all that, he somehow still looked ridiculously peaceful.
Billy stared at him quietly before slowly pulling his knees against his chest.
"It was wild, hehe..." he whispered to himself with a weak laugh. "He grew up so fast... Even down there."
The ghost still couldn't fully believe it. Falling in love with a human was the kind of thing that belonged in a ridiculous sci-fi romance.
And yet, despite everything that had happened, Spencer Wrightâout of all the people in the world, despite how abnormal his life had always beenâhad somehow become the one person Billy Joe Cobra loved after promising himself he never would again.
That breakup destroyed him more than he ever admitted aloud. Back then, Billy convinced himself love was just another industry scam, something temporary designed to sell songs and magazine covers before inevitably collapsing behind closed doors. He buried himself beneath fame, parties, concerts, and loud music until there was barely anything left underneath.
Unfortunately, Billy was already dead by that point.
... Well, that part still sucked.
Billy leaned forward and gently pressed several cold kisses against Spencer's bare shoulder. The brunette immediately groaned in discomfort before curling deeper into the blanket.
"Mmph... dude," Spencer mumbled sleepily, a bit chilled "why are you built like an air conditioner? Stay away for awhile, will ya?"
Billy grinned proudly. His voice was rough and husky from how much he'd been using it the night beforeâwhich, honestly, had felt pretty good.
"Not sorry," he said. "And I won't leave you for even an inch."
Spencer groaned dramatically, already exhausted by his corny pickup lines. Then, in the middle of a stretch, he suddenly froze.
Spencer shot upright so fast he nearly threw the blanket onto the floor.
"Today's the meeting with Miss Blah-Blah!"
Billy's smug expression vanished instantly. He looked away and crossed his arms.
"Oopsies?!" Spencer repeated.
Already halfway out of bed, he scrambled for his clothes and began throwing them on in a panic while Billy watched the chaos unfold.
They arrived safetly and the mansion... is giganticâNo. Gigantic wasn't enough. The mansion looked like a white house at this momentâ Spencer and Billy stood outside the enormous gates in complete silence.
The ghost awkwardly coughed.
"Um... oh yeah! I forgot to turn off the stove, so I guess you've gotta do this yourself, Brocup. Ciaoo~!"
Billy immediately tried floating away but Spencer grabbed him by the arm.
"You're not going anywhere, Mr. Ex-Lover! We're already hereâ no turning back! I'll give you smooth PB for a week."
Billy gasped dramatically.
"F-Fine...!" He crossed his arms. "I hope there's no trickery behind those words!"
"When have I ever lied?~"
Billy narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
Spencer ignored him and rang the bell.
A beautiful woman with short spiky turquoise hair stood there wearing nothing but a towel.
Billy immediately looked away.
"Oh my! Are you Mr. Right?!"
"W-Wright! There's a W in front of Rightâ Ma'am, you're still in your towel!" While nervously cupping his face.
Miss Blah-Blah casually glanced downward at her exposed cleavage before shrugging.
"Meh. This is fashion, sweetheart. Com'in!"
She dragged the boys inside while Spencer stared around in complete awe.
Everything screamed expensive.
Unlike Billy's mansionâ which looked like a rich teenager designed like a playgroundâ this place actually had elegance.
"Boring rich people house."
Spencer eyesiding him and whispered. "Your massion literally has a massive water tunnels in your swimming pool upstairs."
Miss Blah-Blah cuts in, she smiled brightly.
"Darling, would you like cookies? Tea? Cocoa?"
"U-Uh... just water is fine."
Spencer carefully sat on the luxurious couch while Billy floated behind him with crossed arms.
"Your ex seems hostile~" Spencer whispered.
"Hmph. It's just a facade."
Moments later, Joanne returned with a glass of water so expensive-looking that Spencer became too scared to touch it.
Soon enough, the interview began.
Spencer prepared his camcorder while Joanne dolled herself with uniqe fashion sense with a sunglasses with red shadesâ elegantly. Adjust her sit posture and clearing her throath.
"So, ma'am... your newest song completely shook Beverly Hills. Is there anything you'd like to say about the inspiration behind it?"
"Well... if I'm being honest, this song was dedicated to my... friend. He was a very unique soul. He made me feel complete. This song is my tribute to him... and how much I miss him."
Spencer paused for a moment and glanced sideways.
Billy had furrowed brows and avoided eye contact.
"Oh... Um, that's honestly unexpected. The lyrics and genre feel very different from a tribute song."
"'Holding you is euphoric, but letting you go is horrific.'" She sang so deep, so mellow, sad and longing, you can hear her voice is trembling but still hit the tune very well.
Spencer glanced toward him. The ghost looked devastated.
"Selfish, right? But... that line expressed feelings I could never tell him before heâ"
Spencer quickly handed her a tissue box.
"Thank you, dear." She rubbed gently on her eyes aand nose.
"I'm glad you're willing to open up about something so personal, even if it's painful. Um... lt's moging on for the next questionâ a lot of producers and directors have been lining up to work on your music video. So... why me out of all those options?"
"Oh, that's simple." She smiled. "I heard you're related to Billy Joe Cobra."
Spencer blinked in surprised.
"Pardon? Well, yes, I'm Billy's cousinâ distant cousin, technically. But... is there a reason you'd trust an amateur college boy to direct a music video for a superstar like yourself? I'm really honored, but I'm afraid I might disappoint you."
"I've seen your work already. Your special effects hooked me instantly, so I'm looking forward to seeing what you create."
Spencer smiled awkwardly.
"One last question before we wrap up and prepare the cues. This is more personal, so feel free to cut this out if you want but..."
"Was... Billy Joe Cobra your past lover?"
Miss Blah-Blah froze for a moment.
Billy looked away from her.
"Alright then! Let's get prepared and start filming!"
Stage lights burned bright while crew members screamed over each other. Someone nearly dropped a fake marble pillar onto a backup dancer.
Meanwhile Spencer looked completely alive in the madness.
"LOWER THE CAMERA! We want intimidation, not constipation! So, move your butts around!"
Billy floated nearby with crossed arms.
"Look at him acting all professional."
His eyes drifted toward Miss Blah-Blah.
She stood beneath the spotlight wearing a glamorous black dress covered in glittering gemstones. Her turquoise hair shimmered beautifully under the lights while makeup artists fixed the corners of her lips.
Billy's expression slowly weakened.
"...Still dramatic as ever."
Throughout the filming, Spencer and Miss Blah-Blah became weirdly synchronized.
One minute, they were laughing over a terrible acting take. The next, they were arguing over the smallest thing.
"The red lighting symbolizes emotional breakdowns!"
"WRONG. It symbolizes desire!"
"This is my music video, mister!"
She watched as Spencer showed her a camera angle.
"No no no, look! If you walk toward the red lens while the background dancers collapse behind you, it'll symbolize emotional isolation after heartbreak!"
Miss Blah-Blah gasped dramatically.
"Oh myâ that's genius."
Billy narrowed his eyes immediately.
The next minute they were laughing uncontrollably between takes.
Billy sulked harder with every passing second.
Nobody could see him except Spencer, which made things worse because Spencer kept ignoring him and focusing his work.
During one dramatic couch scene, Billy floated upside down beside the camera.
While sipping from a drink, he leaned toward Spencer and whispered, "We used to bang on top of that."
Spencer immediately choked on his bottle.
"Did I say something funny?" she asked.
"N-No! Continue!" Spencer sputtered.
Billy drifted away, looking far too pleased with himself.
Later that night, Joanne performed the emotional climax scene beneath artificial rain.
"Holding you is euphoric... but letting you go is horrific..."
With her makeup worn and fading, she still looked intoxicatingly beautiful.
Spencer lowered the camera slightly, capturing every nuance of her expression and the depth of her gaze.
The ghost stood motionless in the fake rain, staring at Joanne like he wanted to say something.
Like he regretted everything.
"Annnnnd...Cut," Spencer whispered. "Well done, everybody! The shoot is finally over! Take a rest everyone! Great team work!"
The ghost quietly disappeared backstage.
Spencer eventually found him sitting atop old speaker boxes with his knees hugged tightly against his chest.
"What do you think, Brofessor?"
He spoke quitely, "She still remembers everything."
Spencer listened carefully while Billy continued.
"The songs I liked. The way I talked. The food i fucked up..." He laughed bitterly. "I thought she'd hate me."
"But she doesn't." Spencer tapped his ghost.
"Yeah." Billy buried his face into his knees. "And somehow that's worse."
The ghost slowly looked up.
"You could always tell her through me," Spencer offered.
Billy immediately shook his head.
"You're my boyfriend, not a piece of paper to be passed around."
Billy rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"You already deal with enough weird ghost crap because of me."
Spencer smiled softly. "I think this matters more." He gently laid his head on his shoulder.
"You still love her somehow," Spencer admitted quietly.
Because he couldn't deny it.
"But... I love YOU," Billy blurted suddenly.
Spencer raised his head and blinked.
Billy panicked immediately afterward.
"I-I meanâ okay no ACTUALLY like that but alsoâ agh, forget it!"
Spencer burst out laughing.
"This is why dead people shouldn't date."
Spencer nudged his shoulder gently.
"Sometimes closure doesn't come from falling out of love. Sometimes it comes because you loved someone so much that you need a way to let them go."
Billy slowly looked at him.
Their gazes softened, lingering just a little too long. Neither of them said it aloud, but the desire to kiss hung between them.
The moment broke when he whispered,
And outside the half-open backstage doorâ
Both boys jumped violently.
Spencer nearly fell off the speaker boxes.
"Who were you talking to?" Both panicked instantly. Billy screamed "DON'T SAY IT."
Spencer sweats, as he inhaled deeply.
The next chapter will be the last! Don't worry i'll post soon after the grammar fix and stuff!
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