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A/N: Hello! So this time, I'm back with a story that's being co–written with the ever so amazing 'Anonymous Chica'! We're super excited about the story and we truly hope you enjoy it! Thanks for taking the time to read our work. We appreciate it very much so :)

Heartlessly Heartfelt

Chapter One

"Oh hush your complaining sweetheart, that's your diva side popping out. It's honestly not that bad." Operetta's father told her as he casually went about their hidden dwelling getting ready for work yet again. The poor man had to have and maintain no less than two jobs all year round to provide for his little ghoul and then some. Unfortunately, even the price of un-living wasn't cheap. And they were proudly living in their comfy cozy home that hid within the catacomb's secret passages.

"Not that bad? Sure it is! You ain't gonna be here all summer... Working 'nother two jobs even during the summer. Y'all never around when you have to work... And I got no one; no one for some 'lil 'ole company." She sighed heavily, "That's not fair, can I at least go with you? Oh, please, Daddy? I promise I won't bug you, pretty please, vanilla swirl ice cream with sour worms on top?" She pleaded; the last thing she wanted was for her father to leave her alone, again. "... Y'know ya love those sour worms." She attempted one last time in hopes he'd just get in some rest and relaxation during this summer.

Sure, they lived more than comfortably within the dark passages in a simple, spacious country styled farm home, but having just that was alright enough for her. More than that though, she wanted to have her father home often, but it didn't seem that he'd oblige. Not this time anyway...

Why didn't he just leave for real? Crossing her arms over her chest, she thought that may have just been better. Whenever he came back she felt overjoyed. But when he had to leave, it felt like her heart was being torn open again. Was the continuous pain worth it? Was it really?

Not knowing how to respond to his daughter, he tossed a brochure on the kitchen counter, which caught Operetta's gorgeous violet eyes. "... now what's that?" She asked calmly.

"It's part of what my funding was able to conjure up this year. I mentioned your love for music, which many other monsters and ghouls share and it was obliged. It's a summer camp that lasts about six of your eight weeks of summer." He said blankly, tying up his suit tie in the mirror, which hung over an end table by the kitchen's swinging door.

"Temptin'..." She breathed, still in a huff with her arms crossed over her chest. Her gorgeous red locks cascading down her shoulders and back. "I guess I'll go. If I have to kinda sorta thang..."

"Good, I knew you wouldn't be able to resist, darling." He said finally. "Oh, and the bus will come around to get you in half an hour or so."

"HALF AN HOUR?!" She squealed in fright, "DADDY! I still gotta pack!" She practically ran out of the kitchen, into the front foyer and right up the winding marble staircase and turning directly into her bedroom. She had no time to waste! "Memphis, we're goin' home!" She exclaimed in pure joy. From what her eyes on caught on the brochure, the camp was only a one hour drive from her hometown! Was this summer really not going to be a bummer?

The spider with the pompadour didn't respond; he just looked at his gleeful owner with a confused expression, as if to say 'What's wrong with you?'

Operetta however, paid no attention and immediately starting shoving things (mainly clothes and the few symphonies she had written; in private, perhaps they would come of some use?) in her piano-themed suitcase.

"You're going to be late!" her father's voice yelled from downstairs.

Letting out a frustrated growl, Operetta forcefully shoved the top of her suitcase closed; even though it was clearly overstuffed; it would still work... Then, grabbing her guitar in its case, and rolling the wheeled suitcase down the steps; the plastic wheels causing a loud, annoying echo throughout the home.

"... Is that suitcase going to explode?" her father questioned. Ignoring his somewhat sarcasm, Operetta just smiled and gave him a hug.

"Thank you, Daddy." she murmured.

"... Anything for you, darling..." Just then, a muffled noise was heard above them. "... I don't mean to get rid of you, but I believe that's your ride..."

"Aw, gosh darn it!" Operetta grabbed her things and bolted out of the small residence in the catacombs; using her knowledge of the underground cavern to easily find her way out from the several secret passages; only to see a huge, bright green bus with graffiti, full of fellow teenagers, parked outside Monster High; the horn going off rapidly.

Jackson's face blushed heavily when he noticed Operetta board the bus. His eyes lingered on her gorgeous, deep red hair. Her detailed design upon her face. She was always so classily dressed too. A ghoul who dressed to impress was certainly looked at. In his subtle, sweet way... his eyes traced her curvy southern frame as she walked past him. She held such a feminine scent. It was very alluring.

Heath who was seated next to his normie cousin, turned back in his seat and glanced at Abbey. "Just out of curiosity... I was just wondering what music you plan to be making during the summer... Got any hot tunes up your sleeves my little icicle?"

Frankie giggled as she shifted her seat yet again, next to Abbey, "Are you just gonna take that ghoulfriend?"

The frozen female turned to Heath, with a huge smirk on her face. "If so, you will not be knowing."

Heath scowled; knowing this time, his cheesy pick-up lines didn't work as usual, but he tried to ignore the laughs of Frankie and Abbey, who knew his flame was put out by the harshness of ice.

Draculaura cuddled in next to her big handsome wolf boyfriend. "Oh my ghouls, this is rather exciting. Yours truly does not sing but she learned an instrument!"

"And what would that be?" A familiar orange werecat appeared on the bus, the infamous werecat twins Meowlody and Purrsephone following her. "The spoons?" She laughed.

Heath opened his water bottle splashing a little bit of it on Toralei. "It's more than you can play I'm sure, so run along and find a mouse to toy with."

She growled under her breath and kept on walking to the very back of the bus. In Operetta's defense, not just her appeared to be late. "La la la and hello students of Monster High!" Cleo stated happily, she felt especially ecstatic today.

Deuce gave his eyes a subtle roll under his sunglasses, but smiled anyway.

Clawdeen chuckled and gave a small wave. "Hey Cleo, now sit down ghoul. I wanna go, go, go already!"

Cleo squeezed in for a window seat; Deuce was fine sitting on the edge. His seat was right across from his best friend, Jackson Jekyll's. At least the bus ride would be decent. He wasn't quite sure about anything else. Personally, Deuce just signed up for this camp to get away from home for the summer. 'What kind of camp is this again?' he thought to himself.

"Alright, monsters!" the troll-like bus driver bellowed. "Stay in 'er seats and keep it down!"

"Why?" Heath stood up, grabbed his guitar and played a few horrible chords; something that he might call a solo.

"Perhaps because he doesn't want to hear the rubbish that you call music." Robecca snapped.

Heath narrowed his eyes, but soon widened them when he saw who stepped on the bus just in time. "ARRRGGGHHH!" Slow–Moe soon took Heath's guitar and smashed it.

Heath sighed, "Why thank you… thank you Slow–Moe."

The zombie male gave lazy thumbs up.

"... That was sarcasm." the flame elemental growled as he slumped in his seat.

Slow-Moe, however, replied with a lazy smirk and the bus began to move.

"Hey... um... Jackson?" Deuce muttered, turning to the normie boy. "What kind of camp is this?"

Jackson's expression twisted up and read confusion. "You didn't bother to read into what kind it was before you signed up? You were given a brochure and everything."

"Nah... I just needed to get away... Cleo thought it was a good idea if we went together..."

"... Take a guess." Jackson sighed as he watched Operetta, from the back of the bus, take out her guitar and begin to play it with pure perfection.

"... I figured." Deuce grumbled. "... Think I'll fit in with the music crowd?"

Jackson thought for a moment, the smallest smirk upon his face. He shrugged, "Probably, you're 'cool' Deuce. You'll fit in with anyone. But just for good measure... can you play an instrument?"

"... I can beatbox a little." Deuce confessed. "But I don't think that counts... Is that even cool anymore?"

"I have no idea." Jackson chuckled. "But keep practicing. Maybe they'll need you for something."

"... Thanks?"

"No problem." the normie laughed; before returning his gaze to Operetta who was now striking up a conversation with Rochelle.

"AND THEN! Heath asked me if I wanted 'french' fries with his shake." She blurted in her poised French accent. Crossing her arms over her chest.

Manny Taur chuckled, but earned a stone cold glare from Rochelle. "What? It is kinda funny. But then again it's not your fault you're such a hard ass."

Rochelle narrowed her pretty eyes, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Oh je n'apprécie pas... You will not have l'occasion to know a thing about my 'ass'."

This, of course, got another chuckle from Manny and several other boys nearby.

"Ah, ignore 'em." Operetta muttered. "But tell me, darlin', why did ya sign up for this here camp? I didn't take music as your type of thang..."

"Think again, mon ami." Rochelle smirked. "I am no super star, but I am all the while talented."

Meanwhile near the front of the bus, Jackson lightly sighed. 'She's way too good for me and so incredibly out of my league. How could I even be near her without Holt busting out?'

Clawd let out a sigh, he didn't like long vehicle rides of any types... but he wanted to be with his main ghoulfriend and he could play a decent set of drums. So he figured why not put the two together and make the best of it? "So... this trip will be interesting."

"Aww, does doggie need a barf bag?" Deuce joked with his signature grin.

Clawd narrowed his eyes in annoyance, "No... but you can give me Cleo's purse, it's big enough."

Cleo hugged her purse close to her, "A ghoul never knows what she may need. Don't judge the purse. Actually no, judge a purse all you want. This is my designer handbag." Looking at the handbag... it seemed too big to be just that.

Heath decided to step into this conversation with no hesitation what so ever. "So guys, we're on the road. Taking off towards our summer of music and relaxation."

Clawdeen shifted in her seat next to Lagoona. "My idea of camping is a five star trailer with running water, television and it has to have cable. I can't miss my shows!"

Clawd face palmed. "You can't be serious Clawdeen."

The furry beauty grinned, her canines shining brightly. "Oh I am. There's a summer version of Next Top-"

"Ughhh..." Slow-Moe added his opinion about the show.

Heath laughed, but then scowled. "Hey! What do you mean it stinks more than my musical ability?"

"What zombie say is true." Abbey laughed with her friends; causing the flame elemental to roll his eyes and frown.

Operetta, of course, could not believe her luck as she gazed the scenery of the bus; her friends all having a great time, totally charged up for camp and the thought of being there with all of them only increased her joy.

... This summer was gonna turn out alright after all!

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