This is what happens when you attend 10-hour long livestreams, kids. You end up agreeing to do a huge 80s AU fanfiction! So yes...this happened... Que. I'm sorry, I swear I'll get back to Guardian... Just...bear with me...

So, this idea generated by Miss Pro, prosonic1, over on tumblr where I am also posting this! Tumblr is ibelieveinahappilyeverafter if anyone is interested. So...not much to say...except this fandom will always need more fanfiction! Enjoy!

Edit : New Cover Picture drawn by the freaking amazing Miss Pro! com

"Honestly...I need to get a new camera..." The semi-annoyed voice muttered through the static that was playing over the small camera screen. After a few seconds of fiddling with the dials, and banging it on the side twice, the voice made a triumphant noise as the static cleared and the video screen started recording. "Ha! Got it! And Billy says I can't fix anything..."

Swinging the camera around to face himself the man smiled, the smile making him look younger than what he really was. His hair was a light brown and ruffled, as if he repeatedly ran a hand through it, while his eyes were a deep, warm brown. "Right, so, this is video journal entry one! Uh, so, guess I should say a little about myself..." the man trailed off, still not quite sure where to start.

"Okay, well... Yo! My name is Spencer Wright-" here he abruptly cut himself off, head swiveling around as if he expected someone to pop up on the screen with him. "Ha. First time that's happened... Oh, right! Sorry! My friends...one in particular, like to pop up on camera when I'm recording. So, uh, yeah...I guess I should tell you some stuff about myself..." For someone who held a camera most of his life Spencer really should get used to talking in front of one.

"Okay, well, like I said, the name is Spencer Wright and as of right now I am 21 years of age and the date is...uh...not sure of the exact date actually," Spencer trailed off, rubbing the back of his head uncomfortably. He never had been all that good at keeping track of time. "Right now it's 8:49am in the morning during the summer of the year 1986, and that's pretty much all I can tell you on the date." A nervous smile and giggle combo.

"Okay, so...a little about myself... Um, I want to be a director! A great horror movie director cause I mean, come on. Horror movies are just the best! Even though they do freak Billy out, ghosts especially...you think he wouldn't be that scared, but," a small shrug, "Um, I worked two jobs not too long ago. One at a morning coffee shop and one at a late-night diner," Spencer trailed off, a silly smile coming to his face. It was a few moments before he shook his head clear, remembering he was on camera.

"Oh! Yes. Right. Um... Like I said, two jobs...and as to why I'm doing this video log..." A deep sigh full of amusement and a roll of the eyes."One of my best friends, Shanilla, said that doing a video diary would keep me sane, since I'm involved with a famous pop/rock star. Honestly I don't see the big deal, I'm perfectly sane but it was either this or talk to Shanilla once a week abut my feelings and...no. Just no.

"So here we are! A video diary- Log! I mean log!" Spencer back-tracked, sounding panicked. Oh he hoped no one ever saw this video...although he wouldn't put it past Billy to find a way to try and snag it when he wasn't looking. "So, uh...only thing is I'm not sure what to talk about...I guess since Shanilla thinks Billy's going to drive me insane I should start there..." A slight smirk from the man. He could just picture the star's smug grin at seeing Spencer 'svideo log was about him.

"Right, so when I say Billy I, of course, mean the famous rock and pop star Billy Joe Cobra. If you don't know who that is...well, I'd say you've been living under a rock. Or, in Billy's words, that you had brain damage... Yeah, he can be a bit of a prat..." the man chuckled, smile playing on his lips. "Billy's 26 as of right now and at the height of his career, and soaring, I might add. Um...okay...I feel as if I keep talking about Billy he's going to walk in right now and have the smuggest smile of all time..."

Trailing off Spencer juggled the camera from hand-to-hand without really thinking about it, a nervous tic he hadn't quite broken. What could he talk about? Shanilla seemed to think that venting like this would help him but honestly he wasn't so sure. It wasn't like he was sad or anything...and he didn't have any interesting stories to tell. He was the type of person who faded into the woodwork and never really stood- Actually...

"I...do have one story to tell..." Spencer mumbled, almost inaudibly. Grinning he abruptly swung the camera back around, smile once again making him look younger than what he was. "I'm not the type of person who stands out, really. But...I do have one story to tell, the one that changed my life in more ways than I could ever begin to imagine... And yes, as you might imagine, it involves Billy."

Gathering his thoughts Spencer hummed at the camera before running a hand through his hair quickly. "Right, well... I guess it all started about a year ago with the first time I ever met the famous Billy Joe Cobra... Back then I worked two jobs, sometimes more, because I had just moved out to New York and, well...let's just say living here isn't that cheap... So my first job was in the mornings at a small coffee shop that not many knew about, I was actually sure I was hallucinating when a famous rock star walked through the door.

"And let me just say now... Billy Joe Cobra is not a morning person..."

Please don't kill me...