YALL! COME GET YOUR FLUFF!

Also, I'm sorry if this was a little late…my life's been a bit hectic lately XD anyways, enjoy!

The two alternate titles for this chapter were; "love is best served in a greenhouse" (didnt have enough room sadly) and "yasssssss" XD cause that was the excitement of finally getting to write it. I've had this chapter in my head for MONTHS!

Saturday. 5:00PM.

13 hours until rebellion.

Casper walked into the school, he just got back from talking with Wendy. Tomorrow was when they were going to try to take down Kibosh. Which meant he likely was going to die tomorrow…again. So that was just a lovely feeling of dread... But after all the pain Kibosh has put him, and everybody else through, he had to try.

He was a bit worried about what might happen to his uncles if he and Wendy failed. He decided if it came to that, he'd lie and say he hated his family. He'd make Kibosh see that his uncles had nothing to do with any of this. Then, they'd be safe…hopefully. Or maybe some reverse phycology would be better. If he was to be executed, he'd make a big deal about how he was so glad at least his uncles would be with him. Then Kibosh wouldn't execute them, he'd keep them alive just to disappoint Casper. Hummm, perhaps that plan is a bit of a stretch…no pun intended.

Best to just not fail.

The ghost entered the main hall, it was littered with various scare themed decorations. Tables were strewn about near the entrance of the school, buffet tables off to the side, filled with various foods and punches, some looked ok, others looked disgusting. But, each to their own he supposed.

He walked past the skeleton twins, who were happily discussing what to wear. He then saw some gargoyles carrying in a table, he wanted to help them, but he decided not to. Best not to anger Alder and Dash right now…

He quickly headed back to his room, but as he turned the hallway corner, he bumped into Thatch.

"Oh, sorry." He mumbled.

The vampire raised a brow with an amused smirk.

"In a hurry? You've still got an hour until the dance." Thatch chuckled.

"Oh, I wasn't going to the dance anyways. No reason to." Casper shrugged.

"Oh…" The vampire seemed oddly disappointed.

"Well…excuse me." The ghost hurriedly walked past him.

"You should go." Thatch mumbled, trying to not sound sheepish.

Casper stopped walking away.

"Why? It's just a silly little dance, they have one every year…No one will miss me anyways." He shrugged, looking back over his shoulder.

"Well, no…but…someone might…" the vampire mumbled again.

"Even so, I've got homework."

"But…I…" Thatch fumbled with his words, his face a bit red. He wanted Casper at the dance, but didn't want the ghost to know why…you know, not that there was a reason. Pfff, no way.

Casper raised a brow, turning to face the vampire.

"I…well if you're not going to be there… then who's gonna keep me from dunking Wolfie's head into the punch bowl?!" his expression turned to a smirk as he attempted to smoothly hide his flustered attitude.

Casper burst out in a chuckle.

"You can do that all on your own. Just learn a little self-control." He smirked warmly before turning and heading for his room.

Leaving the vampire, who was desperately trying to not seem disappointed.

7:00 PM. 11 hours until rebellion.

The vampire sat at a table in the back, watching the other students dance. Sibella was currently dancing a jolly sort of jig with Pumpkin Head. He had been dancing with her, but he decided to take a break. His heart just wasn't really into it at the moment…

Thatch would be lying if he said he wasn't disappointed that Casper hadn't show up to the party yet. It wasn't surprising, but still, it hurt. He supposed he was stupid for wanting the ghost there. He had Sibella, he didn't need some flying bed sheet to dance with him. Not that he had hoped for that…

Sibella sat down at the table, out of breath yet laughing.

"You're looking a little grumpy…" she chuckled, looking over at her date.

"Yeah, I tend to be." Thatch answered boredly

"Well…perhaps, I could change your mood~" she replied, batting her eyelashes flirtily.

Thatch smirked and raised a brow.

He had Sibella. That's who he was dating, this is who he went to the dance with. Why was he waiting for Casper anyways? They weren't a thing, and never would be. He was a vampire, and damn it he should be with a vampire!

At least, that's what his very annoying ego told him…

Sibella grabbed his hand and led him out of the main hall, and back towards the dormitories.

Casper stared at the clock. The party was well underway now. Maybe he should go see how it's doing? You know, just a quick look-see; to check on Mantha and Ra at least.

And maybe check on Thatch, and make sure he hadn't burned the place down. Haha, get it, cause it's ironic! Hahahaha, ha, heh…yeah… (and yes, that joke was intended to be sad an ironic)

Casper kept lying to himself even as he searched through his closet for something appropriate to wear. He told himself he was just going to go see how things were going, maybe chat with his friends for a moment, then go back to his room.

It was a bit hard for him to pretend though, not with his heart strings being tugged so much.

He wanted a romantic dance with Thatch, and it seemed like maybe, maybeThatch wanted that too. Maybe.

Love is a painful kind of hope, isn't it?

The ghost put together a quick, but nice outfit. Black dress pants with blue dress boots, and a blue turtle neck sweater with a suit jacket. It was simple, but nice enough for a formal event. He quickly phased through the floor, and headed towards the main hall.

"You cannot moon walk." Mantha glared at the mummy judgingly.

"Yes I can." Ra smirked proudly.

"I highly doubt that." The zombie crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

He looked offended.

"Are you saying I don't have skill?!"

"I'm saying you have a tendency to be a bit…clumsy."

"Oh really?! Watch this!" He smirked again.

Ra proceeded to moonwalk…only to trip on his own bandages, and fall backwards. He gave out a little yelp, but somebody caught him before he could hit the ground. He looked to see Casper behind him.

"Casp! You came!" Mantha smiled.

The ghost rubbed his arm awkwardly.

"Just for a little bit…my curiosity got the best of me." He smiled sheepishly.

"You might as well stay for the rest of the party, you're already dressed up all snazzy!" Ra exclaimed.

"I'd hardly call this snazzy…" the ghost waved it off.

"Well I think you look quite nice." The zombie smiled genuinely.

"So…ether of you see Thatch?" Casper asked, trying to seem casual about it.

"No, thankfully. And don't worry, if he so much as looks at you wrong, I'll stake him with a fork." Mantha laughed.

"That's not funny." The ghost frowned.

"It's a little funny…" the mumbled with a smile.

Casper kept glaring at her with a sad look.

"Oh, you know I wouldn't actually do that." She frowned.

"I know…but still, I hate the idea of him being staked…It would be an awful sight." He shuddered.

"I'm sorry. I guess it really wasn't funny." She rubbed her arm guiltily.

Ra decided to break with conversation, it was getting to dark for his liking.

"Wellll I don't know about you two, but I'm hungry. Will you at least have a snack with us before you slither back to the dorms." He smiled.

The three heard a "Hey!" from behind them, they turned to see Slither scowling at them from a few yards away.

"Sorry!" Ra called back. Slither shook his head in annoyance and left.

"Anyways, let's go get some cake?" Mantha smiled.

"Yeah, alright. I guess it won't kill me to stay for a few minutes..." Casper sighed with a smile.

Casper had been there for about 10 minutes now; Thatch was nowhere to be seen. And he had officially finished his piece of cake. There was no point in staying. His hope had burnt out.

"You look a little disappointed. We're you hoping someone special was gonna show up?" Mantha smirked, raising a brow.

"N-no, I'm not disappointed. Just tired. I think I'm going to head out actually…You two have fun." The ghost got up and started to head out.

"See ya later Casp!" Ra waved him off with a smile.

As soon as the ghost was out of ear shot. Mantha turned her attention to Ra.

"You know; he's been acting a little weird lately…I think he might have a crush on someone." She smirked.

"Oh, you don't say?" Ra chuckled with an eye roll.

"What's with the sarcasm?" she glared, raising a brow.

"I might be clumsy, but you're dense. Surprisingly." The mummy mused.

"What?! Do you know who it is?!" She exclaimed.

"Yes."

"Are you going to tell me?"

"Nope." He stated with a mater a fact tone.

"Why not?!"

"Cause its Casper's business, not mine." He responded simply.

"Alright, fair enough…I guess I'll have to ask him later." She concluded.

"I don't think you should do that ether. You know he hates being put on the spot like that."

"Oh but…uggg, I'm just going to have to guess, aren't I?" she raised a brow.

"You can try." He laughed.

"Is it Pumpkin head?"

Ra sighed in disappointment.

The ghost walked through the doors of the dorm hallway, and froze. In front of Thatch's dorm was Sibella, who had the grey vampire pressed against the wall in a lip lock. The doors slammed closed behind Casper, snapping the attention of the two vampires towards him. He didn't know what to do. Thatch stared at him wide eyed with surprise.

"Oh, uh…I'm sorry." Casper squeaked, trying to hide a voice crack. His throat hurt from a sob threatening to bubble up. He vanished from sight in an instance, phasing through the wall while invisible.

Thatch just stared at the spot the ghost had been only a second previous. He felt out of breath, and bizarrely guilty. The ghost actually had shown up; he just hadn't been patient enough to wait…

It didn't matter though, he had Sibella. A vampire with a vampire, it was what his father certainly would have wanted. This was what he had wanted…right?

Sibella pulled him back into a kiss, unfazed by the ghost's interruption. The grey vampire hesitated to kiss back at first, he couldn't help but feel an awful guilt nipping at him… The look in Casper's eyes, it was so…hurt.

Did he just imagine it?

8:00 PM 10 Hours until rebellion.

Casper was so desperate to get home, to be by himself. He didn't even quite remember how he got home, he must have flown into the city and used the teleporter, then flew the rest of the way home. All he knew was he was he was arriving at his home, tears rolling down his face, and a strong wind blowing a storm in. He got to his backyard just as it started to sprinkle, he looked around through a blurry, frantic haze, and saw the old green house. He flew down and into it. He landed in far back of the building, took three steps, then collapsed against an old storage cabinet. He curled up and sobbed. He told himself he shouldn't cry; he knew it was going to be end up like this. He had wanted this to happen, he had let Thatch go once before because he knew it wouldn't work. He should be happy for them, Sibella and Thatch would make a nice couple. She was the incarnation of grace and elegance, he was fierce and defensive. The perfect vampire power couple.

And yet, he sobbed only harder.

Maybe he just hated feeling so alone…which he supposed was also stupid, as he did have friends, and close ones at that. He couldn't help it…his uncles were often mean, and very rarely showed him affection, he caused his father to get sent to that mental asylum, where he spent the rest of his life.

And the most impactful detail;

Casper had died alone. And that lonely feeling never left, it refused to. He wasn't sure how to get rid of it, it just kept clawing at his heart and made it ach for affection and attention.

It wasn't the only reason he liked Thatch of course, but it made trying to get over him 20 times worse.

Despite all of this, he chose the loneliest place he could think of to cry in. The old green house had dirty, moss covered windows, some broken and cracked. Overgrown trees partially hid it, to the point where the inside was completely invisible from the manor. And his uncles never went inside it, or even went near it. They had no desire to, it was too hot and messy to play poker in, and they didn't like gardening. The building hadn't been used since his father lived there. And even then, the nanny only used it to grow a few flowers. It hasn't really been used since his great aunt Spitzi lived in the manor, and that was decades ago.

It was the perfect place to cry in peace. He didn't even notice the crash of thunder overhead, or the rain staring to hammer down onto the glass roof.

Thatch was lead into his dark dorm room, still in a passionate kiss with Sibella. His brain was going a million miles per hour, his heart was racing, and he was shaking. He kept internally repeating to himself that he would love a vampire, that he would love a girl, that he had Sibella right here, and that this was what he wanted.

He closed the door behind them, she led him closer to his coffin, and started trying to undo a button on his suit vest.

He proceeded to spaz.

His eyes snapped open, and out of a pure fight or flight reaction he jumped back, pushing Sibella back as he did so. She fell on the lid of his coffin with a gentle plop. He stared at her wide eyed. His brain was going a million miles per hour, his heart was racing, and he was shaking. Not because he was turned on, it was because he was panicking. He didn't want this.

All his emotions all came crashing down on him at once, and it left him with one question.

What the hell was he doing?

What was he doing?! He didn't want her; he didn't want this! Why was he doing this to himself?! To make his father proud? He was Thatch Macabre, damn it; he did whatever the hell he wanted! He made it a rule to never care what others thought, why was his cactus of a father suddenly an exception! Well the exception was over! If his father didn't like Casper, well the to bad! He's a vampire, he can suck it up.

"I can't…not with you. I..I don't…" Thatch stuttered, his face panicked.

"Well, then perhaps you should go find the one you do love." Sibella suggested with a gentle, knowing tone.

He gave her a confused look. Why was she being so calm about this?

"I believe he went to his house…" She pointed at the door.

He looked quickly between her and the door, then ran off, not even bothering to close the door behind him. It didn't matter right now; he'd ask her later. Right now, he had a ghost to find…

Thatch was now flying through a downpour, lighting crashing overhead, the dense forest below him. He was quickly approaching Casper's home. He flew past the old shed, a green house, and he almost flew past the gazebo, but stopped when he heard something. A sob; it was hard to hear over the rain and wind, but he swore he heard it. He perked up his ears and focused on the sounds around him. Another sobbing hitch, it sounded like it was coming from the green house.

Thatch quickly flew over. He saw a broken window in the roof and landed next to it, looking inside he saw the poor ghost curled up in the back right corner. His face looked wet, and his breathing (did ghosts breath?) was erratic and hitched a lot. Thatch felt so guilty he swore he could hear his own heart cracking.

Wait, no, that was the window pane he was standing on.

The window cracked, and broke, sending the little bat falling into the green house. If the breaking glass wasn't loud enough, he hit a metal bucket right on the edge, sending the bucket flying across the room with a loud metal twang. Not to mention the bucket had also been filled with water, which made a very audible splash as it hit the pavement, as well as splashing the already soaked Thatch.

He supposed he deserved that.

Casper snapped his attention to the loud sounds.

"A-anyone there?" He sniffled as he stood up. He took a few steps forward and saw a bucket rolling back and forth, it must have fell from somewhere. But there's no shelf, and that was a very loud noise for it just slipping off a-

His thoughts were interrupted as a puff of black and red smoke poofed up in front of him. He knew that kind of smoke, that was vampire magic!

Thatch appeared in front of him as the smoke cleared, confirming his thoughts. Before he could even say anything, the vampire grabbed him by his face and pulled him into a kiss.

Casper turned blue and froze. But after a moment, he kissed back, and slipped his arms around the others neck. After a moment Thatch pulled back, breathing heavy, a desperate look on his face.

"I'm sorry!" he apologized with a panicked tone.

"I-"

"For everything I've ever done! I'm sorry!" the vampire pleaded.

"But you-"

"I like you a lot!" Thatch stated with emphasize.

The vampire pulled him into another quick kiss, moving his arms around the others waist instead. Casper pulled back after a moment.

"I like you a lot too!" he beamed, but then he looked away with a sad frown. "But…you'd get bored of me. I'm a boring person…" he sighed with a sad chuckle.

"I like that."

"Huh?" the ghost raised a brow and looked back at the other.

The vampire hid his blushing face in Casper's shoulder.

"You're soft, and sweet, and gentle, and smart, and funny! I don't want someone to go and do stupid stunts with me, I want somebody I can hug after the stupid stunts! And have I mentioned your laugh is adorable?!" He ranted smittenly, which the sweater muffled somewhat.

Casper was a little overwhelmed to say to least. But after a moment of processing, he giggled and smiled in a sheepish kind of way.

"That's it! That's the laugh!" Thatch exclaimed, still hiding his face in the others shoulder.

The ghost's giggle turned into a laugh.

"You think I'm funny?"

"Yes, your jokes are cute and cheesy. They're endearing as they are dumb." The vampire stated with a bemused groan.

"I guess I'll have to mouse some more into conversations." Casper giggled.

"Is that a cheese pun?"

The ghost covered his face with a free hand.

"Yes. It was awful." He laughed with immense embarrassment.

Thatch was silent for a moment before rearing up with a smirk on his face.

"I thought it was very gouda." He said with far too much pride.

"Uuug. That was terrible. We're both terrible." Casper hid his face in the others shoulder.

"I blame you. You've infected me with pun flirting." The vampire chuckled.

"You started it, not me." The ghost gave a bemused smile.

"I did not." Thatch stuck out his tongue like a child.

"Did too!" Casper imitated the tone of a small, bickering child.

"I hated puns, therefor you are to blame." The vampire smirked.

Casper laughed.

"Really, it's Ra's fault. He is made of puns." He joked with a slight smirk.

"I thought he was made of bandages." Thatch raised a brow, still with his ever present smirk.

"Yes, but puns are written on the bandages."

"Oooh, that explains a lot." The vampire pretended to take that seriously.

Then they both laughed.

After a moment of content, happy silence, (outside of the rain and the thunder,) Thatch started to sway back and forth gently.

"What are you doing?" Casper raised a brow.

"I figure I owe you a dance…" the vampire mumbled sheepishly.

After a moment, the ghost smiled warmly.

"I suppose you do." He responded quietly.

So the ghost snuggled into the others hold and slow danced with him. He felt so warm and content.

At least until he realized his clothing was getting oddly damp.

His eyes snapped open and he held the vampire at arm's length. He wasn't sure how he didn't notice at first, but Thatch was drenched. He must have flown here through the storm.

"You're soaked!" the ghost exclaimed.

"Well yeah, it's pouring." The vampire responded nonchalantly, despite the water dripping from his hair.

"You're gonna catch an ammonia." Casper smiled with bemusement.

"It's still summer, I'll be fine." Thatch shrugged.

The ghost gave him a stern, but amused stare.

"But…If my wet cloths bother you, I could take them off?" The vampire gave a flirty smirk and a quick wink.

Casper blinked at him, processing the joke.

Thatch had expected the ghost to playfully push him away. But instead, Casper smirked and grabbed the vampires tie, causing him to happily yelp as he was pulled down to the floor.

And as for what happens next, well...it's up to interpretation. ;)

If you've read Fake Love by - you'll get that joke.

And if you haven't read Fake love…. What's wrong with you? Seriously, go read it, it's great. It inspired a good chunk of this fic! XD

Link here; s/13778043/1/Fake-Love

Also, let it be noted originally, Casper was going to be in his room at his house, and the love fluff would be there. BUT at last minuet I changed it to a greenhouse because the idea came to me, and the romantic-ness of it was too overwhelming to to use XD