I'm surprised nobody's written about these two. They'd be so cute together.
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She's nothing like you. She's all tears and memories and you're all rude jokes and dungbombs. All you can do is cause damage and all she can do is get hurt. You just don't fit together.
"Pimply! "Pimply!" Dammit, things weren't supposed to go like this tonight! Tonight was supposed to be different. He was supposed to be different. But Potty and his little friends had shown up and the Granger girl, Herman or whatever her name was, she had said those rude things and he had done the only thing he knows how; he made things worse.
Pimply looked at him and, moaning in her misery, went up through the ceiling. Cursing loudly, he zoomed through the halls, barely stopping to pull down a first year's trousers. When he did get outside Pimply's bathroom, the water was already beginning to travel down the floor.
"Pimply?" He poked his head into the lavatory.
"Go away! Just leave me alone!"
She doesn't want to see you. Of course she doesn't. Why would she? You're so separate; you're not even worth her time. Those beautiful grey eyes you've seen stare hungrily at fifty years of students will never even look at you. You are nothing to her.
"Please, Pimply. Please stop crying."
She gulped deeply as he floated towards her. Never before had he looked so serious, but rather than comfort her, it just made Pimply cry more.
"You thing I don't know what they say?" she exclaimed between gasps. "I'm miserable… ugly… moping… moaning… even the other ghosts don't like me! I'm too…"
"Pimply..." It had been the wrong to say. She let out an ear-splitting shriek and hid inside a sink.
"Pimply, please come out. You're too pretty to hide." Slowly she floated out of the sink until she was eye-level with him.
"You think I'm pretty?"
"You're the prettiest girl in this school. When people say bad things about you, it's because you're jealous. Pimply, you're beautiful." She looked into his eyes like she was looking for the sign of a lie. When she found none, she flung her arms around him, crying even louder into his shoulder. He quickly put his arms around and the two just floated there, him holding her as her tears flooded the bathroom and hallway. Even when the snake came out, they were still in that one moment, where there was nothing in the world but Peeves, Pimply, his love, and her grief.
She doesn't see it. She doesn't see the beauty that you see and she doesn't see you like you see her. To you, she's so damn beautiful, but to her, you're just a poltergeist who felt sorry for her.
She may be in your arms now, but she will never be yours.