There was something odd about being dead, decided Billy. It was odd that though he could still eat, talk, and even be seen since he was dead. He was sure of that. But the thing about being dead but not being "gone" is that you start to ask how human you are.

In a few years, would his fans leave him? Would they forget about him? Billy could potentially walk this earth forever but one day they'd die. How was he supposed to find peace if not finding it now meant never finding it?

What if - Billy's thoughts were interrupted by the small grunt of his roommate. His nose had been firmly engrossed in a catalog that no doubt was selling old horror props.

"Billy," Spencer spoke, an eyebrow raised, "are you okay over there?"

The ghost hadn't even noticed that he had been floating around the window longingly. Being detached from reality made it a bit hard to focus sometimes.

"I don't know, Spence," he said quietly. The pop star glanced at the scrawny, brown-haired boy. His eyes lingered on Spencer's eyes. They reminded him of the wood-paneling that had been part of his earlier tour buses. Clearly, his design choices had changed for the better later. The thought of his young career pained Billy.

"What's on your mind?" Spencer said. He set the catalog down on his bed, now focusing on Billy.

"I'm just thinking," he replied.

"About what?"

"Life."

Spencer seemed to hesitate. As smart as he was, Billy didn't really expect his bro to know much about life and the afterlife.

"Billy, is this about you-"

"-Being dead?"

"Well, yeah."

"Of course."

Spencer could sense Billy's sadness. What was it like only being seen by a few? What was it like being invisible to the world when you had been admired by it only a few years ago?

"I know, it's not much of a consolation prize, but there is a positive side to all this." Billy raised an eyebrow in a despairing fashion at Spencer's words.

"At least you've got," Spencer's voice cracked, "me." Billy looked at the window again. Then, when he looked back at his roommate, there was a large, sad smile on his face.

With a burst of speed and a blur of blue, Spencer found himself in Billy Joe Cobra's embrace. The ghost was hugging him in such a tight hold that it felt like he had stretched his arms around him several times.

"You know it, bro-seph," Billy quietly said. "Thanks."

I might add more short stories/chapters if anyone is interested. Please review/reply if you think this is worthy of either of those things. I'm not good with words.