Billie And His Ghosts, chapter 3
**Two Weeks Later**
I had figured out how to show myself to Billie. You, see, I tried to leave Billie hints like moving his books and things around, but he never noticed, so I decided to be more obvious. You see, I would materialize, and wake him in the middle of the night. That sounds easy, but it wasn't. He slept like the dead, ha ha. I tried everything. I tickled his face with a feather, I ran my finger along the bridge of his nose, I shook him. Nothing worked.
Finally, I blew into his ear. Boy, did that work. He sat straight up and looked at me, too dazed to scream.
"Hi, Billie." I said as I sat on his bed, sticking my hand out to shake his. "Payton Lincoln."
He just stared at me with a very blank look. Just when I was about to give up, Billie spoke up. "I've seen you before. You were good friends with Mia. But you're a dream, so I have no idea why I'm talking to you." He said, rolling over onto his side and falling back to sleep.
The next day I sulked around for about an hour before coming up with the best idea I'd ever had, in both life and death. I quickly took a trip to heaven and began looking for the man that I needed. It took me a while, but I finally found him sitting with his father and grandfather.
"Excuse me, Mr. Armstrong? Can I talk to you, please?" I asked, looking at Billie's father. "Yeah, sure," said Andy Armstrong, standing up and walking with me to a small park like place. We sat on a bench, watching the angels play a game of football against some human spirits.
"I know this is weird, Mr. Armstrong, but I need your help." I said, looking at him. "Call me Andy, Payton. I've told you that," he said, looking back at me. You see, him and I have had many conversations before. I really enjoyed talking to him.
"It's about Billie. You see," and I launched into my story about how Billie was the only one who could help me and everything, and I told him what I needed. "I think I can do that," said Andy, smiling.
"Thank you, so much..." I said hugging him.
I had figured out how to show myself to Billie. You, see, I tried to leave Billie hints like moving his books and things around, but he never noticed, so I decided to be more obvious. You see, I would materialize, and wake him in the middle of the night. That sounds easy, but it wasn't. He slept like the dead, ha ha. I tried everything. I tickled his face with a feather, I ran my finger along the bridge of his nose, I shook him. Nothing worked.
Finally, I blew into his ear. Boy, did that work. He sat straight up and looked at me, too dazed to scream.
"Hi, Billie." I said as I sat on his bed, sticking my hand out to shake his. "Payton Lincoln."
He just stared at me with a very blank look. Just when I was about to give up, Billie spoke up. "I've seen you before. You were good friends with Mia. But you're a dream, so I have no idea why I'm talking to you." He said, rolling over onto his side and falling back to sleep.
The next day I sulked around for about an hour before coming up with the best idea I'd ever had, in both life and death. I quickly took a trip to heaven and began looking for the man that I needed. It took me a while, but I finally found him sitting with his father and grandfather.
"Excuse me, Mr. Armstrong? Can I talk to you, please?" I asked, looking at Billie's father. "Yeah, sure," said Andy Armstrong, standing up and walking with me to a small park like place. We sat on a bench, watching the angels play a game of football against some human spirits.
"I know this is weird, Mr. Armstrong, but I need your help." I said, looking at him. "Call me Andy, Payton. I've told you that," he said, looking back at me. You see, him and I have had many conversations before. I really enjoyed talking to him.
"It's about Billie. You see," and I launched into my story about how Billie was the only one who could help me and everything, and I told him what I needed. "I think I can do that," said Andy, smiling.
"Thank you, so much..." I said hugging him.
