Chapter 3. Invisi Billy's POV

Not to be deterred by his failed attempt at wooing the lovely Spectra, Billy decided to call in the big guns, the head honcho, the queen of romance, herself: C.A. Cupid. He found her deep in the catacombs of Monster High, where she hosted her own radio show, giving advice to lovelorn monsters, much like himself. He approached her with gusto. "Cupid," he began, trying to charm the pixie-like ghoul. "I'm a monster in love, and I just don't know how to get Spectra to fall for me. Will you help me win her ghostly heart?" He made doe eyes at Cupid, pleading. "Please?"

Cupid's heart-shaped lips turned up in a smile. "Of course I'll help you, Billy!" She lifted a heavy book from her desk, and began thumbing through it. Billy could see that it was a self-help book, entitled; My Heart May No Be Beating, But I Still Have Feelings. He rolled his eyes, skeptically.

"No, no... I don't need any of that silly advice stuff. There's a dance coming up, and I just want this to be quick and easy. Can't you just shoot her with one of those arrow thingies?"

Cupid raised an eyebrow at him. "Hasn't anyone ever told you that you can't hurry love, Dearie?"

"Yeah, yeah," Billy replied, waving his hand. "So, the arrows?"

Sighing, Cupid stood up. "Okay. I'll try. But I'm warning you; I'm not the best shot. And I cannot be held responsible for any loss or damages caused directly or indirectly by my arrows. All services are to be used at your own risk."

"Sure, okay," said Billy, hurriedly. "Let's go!"

Moments later, they were crouched behind a garbage can, scanning the halls for Spectra. Finally, they saw her float into sight, texting on her iCoffin. "The object of your affection is in target range," Cupid whispered.

Billy nodded impatiently, almost too excited to sit still. "Great! Fire away. May the odds be ever in your favor."

Cupid held her bow out, aiming the arrow at the young ghost. One eye was closed, the other opened, as she focused on her target. She pulled back the bow, and released the arrow. It flew down the hall, straight at the ghost. Billy silently cheered it on, until it went straight through Spectra's heart. And kept going. And hit Howleen Wolf instead. The shot hadn't even fazed Spectra. As far as anyone could tell, she didn't even feel it pass through. His face fell with utter disappointment. "Hmm," Cupid shrugged. "I guess you actually have to have a body for my arrows to work." She smiled at Billy sheepishly. "Well, I gave it a shot." She giggled at her own pun. "You're on your own, kid. Just try being yourself, and if it's meant to be, it will all work out." Quickly, she flitted away.

Once Cupid was gone, Billy grumbled, crestfallen. "Be myself? Like that's gonna work." Just then, he sensed someone standing near him. He looked up. There stood Howleen, drooling. She was mooning over him as if he were Hairy from One Dissection. Great, he thought. After all his efforts, he wasn't any closer to winning Spectra, and now, he had an annoying 14-year-old werewolf in puppy-love with him.

To Be Continued