So, uh, this fic majorly got out of hand, because I have no self-control. It is now 4 parts long…so basically it's a mini arc XD

It had been almost a month since Casper and Thatch had started dating, and safe to say, the ghosty trio was none too pleased about it.

And Casper was getting real sick of it.

The trio had tried everything in their power to try and drive that vampire away. No prank was too childish or too far for them. Cue the montage;

Thatch had come over to the McFadden household to meet Casper for a date. In hindsight, this was a poor and stupid choice.

The door had been open a gap, and Stretch yelled from inside for Thatch to go ahead and come in. Which he did. With a stick, because he was not nearly stupid enough to fall for that. He had been a bully for far too long not to know that trick. He poked open the door, and a bucket crashed onto the floor, tossing a few dozen eggs onto the floor.

Casper came downstairs, saw the mess, realized what happened, and quickly apologized to his date. The vampire seemed pretty unbothered by the event and just laughed it off, likely because he knew it would piss the ghostly trio off.

The young ghost had spun around to yell at his uncles, but they had fled to some other part of the house. Their laughter could be heard echoing through the halls though. Casper huffed and yelled into the house how he wasn't going to clean that up, before leading Thatch out of the house and slamming the door behind him.

After this it had become quite clear that Thatch simply could not enter through the front door, nor could his uncles know that he had come over at all. Entering through Casper's window was more romantic anyways… Or just not meet at his house, that worked too.

Casper came home one weekend to retrieved something, and found Stinky digging around in the empty old planters around the front and back porches. He didn't think too much of it until he entered the kitchen and saw a large basket of garlic cloves. The young ghost groaned in annoyance at the sight.

He came back a few nights later and picked all the sprouted garlic and tossed them off the cliff behind his home.

Stretch tried something similar a few days later, he hung up crosses in virtually every room and above every doorway. Casper was fairly sure that crosses didn't actually work, and even if they did, he was certain that God wouldn't be lending any help to his uncle anyways. But, best be safe than sorry.

While the trio were at work, he went and removed every last one. He ended up having a whole laundry hamper full of them. It was rather creepy, and honestly, he was concerned as to where his uncles got all these crosses in the first place. He knew they sure didn't buy all of them. Regardless, he left them at a church with a note saying an old lady who collected them had passed away.

Inviting Thatch over was a mistake, but the ghostly trio were out for the weekend. I'd be fine.

He was snuggled on top the vampire in the study, they had been watching TV. Thatch had fallen asleep, Casper was drifting in and out of sleep.

The trio came home early.

Sticky found the two asleep and pulled a sharpy out of a nearby drawer, snickering all the while. Just as he was about to start drawling on the vampires face, his nephews hand shot up and grabbed his wrist. Casper's eyes were angry blue, and he was staring daggers at his uncle.

Sticky put the cap back on the sharpy, put it back in the desk, and left wordlessly and terrified.

Another time, the trio showed up at the school and threatened to shoot Thatch with water guns full of holy water if he laid a hand on Casper. The vampire decided to mocked them, and they shot him with the holy water. They were in the hallway during this, and Thatch moved out of the way in time for the water to miss him and hit Alder and Dash as they rounded the corner. The headmaster quickly gave them a 3-month long ban from the school, meanwhile Thatch managed to get away without even detention. Some of the water did manage to hit him, but nothing happened, as expected. So Casper was pretty satisfied with the whole ordeal.

One weekend Casper was working on the green house when Thatch decided to visit him. They managed to kiss for a moment before suddenly becoming soaked in freezing cold water. Casper snapped his gaze upwards to see Stretch cackling, whilst holding a now empty bucket.

"You two looked like you needed a cold shower." The uncle cackled, flying off as his nephew glared daggers at him.

"Babe, I know you're mad, but you're making the air around here freezing." Thatch chirped up, causing Casper to look at him and notice the ice crystals forming on their clothing.

"Oh, sorry!" he quickly stopped making it cold and dusted off the ice crystals.

"Well, now that we're cold and wet, we could go to your room and warm up?" the vampire suggested with a flirty undertone.

"I'm not sure that's safe with my family home. Hold on, let me get this water off you." Casper chuckled.

The ghost placed his hands on the other's shoulders and concentrated hard. Thatch turned incorporeal for just a moment, long enough for the water to splat onto the ground. Casper then did the same thing to himself, the water splashing to the ground. They were now both near perfectly dry.

"You wanna go get a quick snack from nearest gas station? Or an icecream or something? Thatch asked with a casual smile.

"I guess I could use a break, at the very least to piss off Stretch."

"You're hot when petty."

"I'm not petty, I'm annoyed."

(Stretch) The ghostly trio was starting to get desperate. One day before a date, Casper had been taking a shower. He wasn't sure how his uncles figured out he had a date, maybe they just noticed him acting like he had somewhere to go.

He got out of shower and entered his room to change, and found all the drawers with pants/shorts in them were missing, along with any pants he had in his closet. This thoroughly pissed Casper off. He couldn't not stand the idea of people in his room without his permission, let alone them taking his things. It was violating. (and he really didn't want them to see he had a copy of Pretty Woman…which may or may not be one of his favorite movies.)

He assumed the plan was 'if he didn't have any pants to wear, he wouldn't be able to actually go out.' But jokes on them, he had a skirt tucked away in the depths of his attic chest. He had bought it awhile back, debating if he would ever wear it or not. Turns out yes, he was going to wear it. So he wore it with a light blue polo shirt and tennis shoes. He casually walked past his uncles as he left for his date, just to piss them off. Maybe it was petty, but they deserved it.

And Thatch really liked the skirt so that was a plus.

~Montage over~

And then the trio started following him on his dates. Which was beyond irritating. It was very hard to be romantic whilst being watched. Well fine! They'd simply have to have dates in weird locations, and be sly about getting there!

Casper wasn't even sure how they were finding out about the dates…he certainly wasn't telling them, maybe they were really good at guessing?

Thatch and the ghost had talked about it in the school library;

"I'm starting to think one of your friends might be tipping them off." The vampire casually suggested.

Casper felt suddenly very offended at the accusation.

"Well, maybe one of your friends is tipping them off." The ghost responded with a bit of anger behind it. He immediately felt bad for it thought, the vampire hadn't said it in a rude way, and they were trying to figure out what was happening.

To his surprise though, Thatch was unfazed by the tone of his comment.

"I considered it. But none of my friends are annoyed with us dating, and I'm not even sure they remember your related to the trio. And I'm pretty sure none of them have the trio's number, and Slither definitely doesn't have enough pettiness nor drive to go to your house to tell them in person about updates on dates. Dummy's petty, but I can't see her going by herself to a big house with three strange adult men in it. She's brave, not stupid." He responded. "Could be Mosshead, he seemed pretty annoyed with us dating, but I never tell him where we go, and I really don't think he's clever enough to sneak around and spy on us. So ether your uncles are really good at guessing, your room is bugged with a microphone, or one of your friends is telling them." He continued.

The ghost bushed deeply. He dearly hopped his room didn't have a hidden microphone anywhere. His family didn't need to know about some of the things he's said, or done for that matter.

"Why would they tell my uncles, Ra and Mantha know that they'd cause us trouble." The ghost looked confused.

"Well, they hate me, and are protective of you. Or, your uncles could be tricking them somehow." Thatch replied with a shrug.

His friends wouldn't tell the trio…right?

Casper found out a few days later when Mantha slipped and dropped her phone down a drainage pipe, Casper had to phase through the grate to get it. As he picked it up, the phone received an alert…from a contact named S…asking is she "had any more alerts about dates."

He quickly flew out of the pipe and held the phone up for her to see.

"Y-you've been telling my uncles about my dates, haven't you?" he blinked at her, a hurt look in his eyes.

She stared at the phone, then looked back at him, her expression becoming guilty.

"Casper, I-" she trailed off, not sure what to say.

"Do you hate Thatch that much?" he asked a bit angrily.

"No! I mean, yes… but that's not why I…I just wanted to-!" She tried to explain, but this time he interrupted her.

"I'm-I'm mad." He shoved the phone into her hands and stepped back, looking like a cross between bewildered and pissed off. He wasn't sure what emotion to land on. "I've never been mad at a friend before. In fact, I-I think I'm fuming! I-I gotta go!" he stammered before disappearing.

Thatch sat on his coffin and watched as Casper paced back and forth, ranting about his feeling. They were in the vampires dorm room, luckily slither was elsewhere.

"I can't believe she'd do this! I mean, I knew she'd likely have a hard time with this, but to repeatedly tell my uncles! She knows how much they drive me nuts!" he snapped, practically steaming with anger.

The ghost paused, changing from angry to guilty in a split second.

"Maybe I'm overreacted, maybe I should go apologize?" he looked over at Thatch, who looked at him like he was nuts.

"No! You should not! You didn't even say anything mean to her, you just said you were mad and flew off to cool down. You've got nothing to apologize for." The vampire crossed his arms and leaned against the wall behind his coffin.

"But she's one of my best friends…" Casper mumbled sadly.

"Yes, which is why you should be mad. Forgive her if you want, but you've got no reason to apologize. Would you say sorry to someone if they intentionally poured a bowl of soup on you?" the vampire raised a brow.

Casper didn't answer immediately, looking at the floor guilty.

"The answer to that should be no." Thatch sighed.

"I can't help it, most of my life no one's ever apologized to me. I've always ended up having to be the one to apologize just to end an argument. Not to mention all the times I've had to apologize on my family's behalf. Apologetic is my default setting…" Casper sighed.

"My family is so rude…" He explained with a huff, walking over and sitting on the vampires lap.

"Well then, I fit right in." Thatch chuckled, lazily wrapping his arms around the other.

"Don't say that, it gives me anxiety." Casper cringed.

Comparing Thatch to his uncles was…awful. To be blunt, it was the worst turn off, and in every kind of way. The comparison grossed him out. He refused to acknowledge any similarities, even small details. It was not something he could stand.

"I've never been so mad at a friend before. I don't like it." He mumbled, leaning on the other.

"Knowing how you are, it'll be like a 100 years before it ever happens again." Thatch smiled slightly.

"I don't know, I'm not sure I can deal with this every 100 years." Casper chuckled lightly.

"You'll live…sort of." The vampire smirked as the other playfully hit his arm.

It was two days later, Mantha sat outside on a bench, moping. She had tried to talk to her friend, but he'd disappear, or fly through a wall. He didn't show up to lunch ether. Ra tried to get Casper to talk with her, but to no avail.

She sighed sadly, staring at the ground. Someone sat next to her, she immediately knew who it was. There was only one creature at school that quiet, and it was Casper.

"Casp!" She shot up straight and turned to look at him. "I'm so sorry! I-"

"I'm sorry I didn't talk to you right away. I was mad and needed to cool down…" The ghost explained, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

"It's ok, that's a more that fair reaction to what I did." She frowned, looking off to the side.

"So, why did you do it? My uncles drive me nuts, you know how annoyed I was about the way they've acted towards Thatch." His brows furrowed.

"I know…I'm sorry, I just…I didn't trust Thatch, and still don't. I figured as soon as your uncles annoyed him a bit, he'd leave you, and you'd realize what a jerk he is." She admitted.

"Mantha, if he left me just like that, I would have broken." He replied quietly.

"I know it would have hurt, but I figured it would have been less pain sooner than later. I just didn't want to see you 3 months later crying on the floor because he cheated on you, or left you for some stupid reason. I figured if he was worth his salt, he'd stay no matter how annoying your uncles got. I was so sure he'd leave, so sure I was right…But then he never left, and I just…I guess I didn't want to believe I was wrong…So I kept telling your uncles. I kept telling myself, "we'll give it one more try before we trust Thatch. Just one more" and I just kept doing that. I'm sorry." She started to cry, which was a rare sight for Mantha.

She wasn't full blown sobbing, but tears were still not common for her. Casper frowned and fumbled with the ends of his sleeves, he didn't have any tissues to give her, and he doubted she'd appreciate his sleeves near her eyes. He took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze of reassurance.

"Look, I'm not asking you to like Thatch, or even trust him as a person. I can't ask that of you. But I'd appreciate it if you'd tolerate him, and to trust me when it comes to my relationship with him. I can't just choose my friend or my date. I couldn't take the stress of that…" he tried to not tear up at the thought.

Mantha snapped her attention back up at him, looking wide eyed and alarmed.

"I'd never ask you to do that. I can...tolerate him. And I can try to trust you more, but it'd really help if you gave me more backstory. All you told me was that you two got close, but you never told me how. From my point of view, you two were enemies one day and boyfriends the next. I know you like privacy, and I get that, but help me out here…" she expressed.

"Oh, uh…alright, that's fair…let me try and figure out what to talk about…" he mumbled.

He couldn't tell her about Thatch wearing glasses, that was a secret. Should he mention the babysitting incident? Or was that going into Thatch's life a bit too much? Casper wanted to be very respectful of the vampire privacy after all. He could tell her about the flag gathering contest! Well, most of it…maybe not that dream he had from the fairy wine, that was between him and God. So is the knight dream for that matter.

"Ok, so last year Mr Burns had me help Thatch with studying-" He started to explain, deciding he'd leave out the glasses part of that story.

His uncles officially took things too far. It was a nice sunny Saturday; Casper was doing yard work. He just finished mowing. He sat down on an old crumbling stone wall, taking a moment to rest. He heard flapping and turned to see a little black and white bat flying his direction. It was carrying a plastic bag with something in it. The bat set the bag down onto the wall before crawling to sit next to Casper. In a poof of black and red smoke, Thatch transformed into his normal form.

Thatch was supposed to come over for a movie date, but not until the evening. Caspers uncles worked a later shift on Saturdays, so it was perfect for movie nights. But since it was only the afternoon, and the trio were still home, lurking somewhere, the ghost didn't dare mention this date outloud. The last thing he wanted was his uncles ruining his nice cuddly movie dates.

"I just left the underworld store, had to grab a few things for my mom. Thought I'd stop by and say hello." The vampire smiled, grabbing a can of blood B negative out of the bag.

"I'm honestly surprised you're willing to come over at all." Casper chuckled.

"It'll take a lot more to get rid of me than a few pranks and a bit of violence." Thatch laughed.

"I'm thankful you're stubborn." The ghost smiled warmly.

"Obviously my best quality?" the vampire smirked.

"Actually, I thought your best quality was your eyes." Casper stated matter of fact.

The vampire blinked, taken aback by the compliment.

"…when did you become smooth?" he smirked, teasing the other.

The ghost laughed and blushed, covering his face.

"annnd you're back." Thatch joked.

Casper giggled before looking back up the other with a sweet smile.

"I do mean it though. I think your eyes are quite striking. They're sharp, and the color of lavender. That's my favorite flower actually…" he continued, looking at the vampire affectionately.

"Noted for future reference." Thatch chuckled, putting his drink down next to him.

He placed his hand on the ghost's cheek and pulled him into a kiss. It was gentle and sweet.

There was one thing about dating a vampire that Casper hadn't expected, but got used to oddly fast. Copper kisses. Vampires drank blood, so kissing them usually tasted a bit like blood, which in turn tastes like pennies. The ghost was oddly unbothered by it. He wasn't sure if it was just because he liked Thatch so much, if it was because the blood usually came from a bottle, or if he just didn't mind the metallic taste…

The vampire pulled back after a moment with a confused look on his face.

"Did I hear something drop into my drink, or am I hearing things?" he raised a brow, picking his can up again and looking at it quizzically.

"I didn't hear it, but I do have a suspicion…" Casper reached around and grabbed the can of blood next to the vampire. "I thought I felt a ghost fly by. I'm sorry about your drink, but…I'm certain something has been added to it." He held out his hand and poured the drink into his palm, letting the liquid phase through whilst feeling for other things. (imagine the thing he did with orange juice in the 1999- movie)

After a moment he stopped pouring and held out his hand. In his palm was a little blood stained pill.

"What the hell is that." Thatch asked, heavily concerned.

"I'll give you a few guesses." The ghost muttered with a look of disgust on his face.

"Oh my god, is it a laxative?!" the vampire went wide eyed and pale.

"I don't know for certain, but I wouldn't doubt it." Casper frowned in annoyance.

The vampire made a noise that was a cross between disgust and terror. He felt very thankful he had heard that being dropped into his drink…

"That does it, I've had enough of them! This is taking things too far! I can handle a bit of annoyance, but I will not stand for this kind of a "prank," if you can even call it that." The ghost snapped, clenching his fists in frustration.

"So, what are we going to do to them?" Thatch asked with a wicked grin.

"Oh no, you're not helping. They dislike you enough, I don't want them having any more reasons to. This is gonna have to be a me problem." Casper explained.

"Aww, but I want to mess with them too, revenge is my best thing!" The vampire huffed.

The ghost shook his head.

"Sorry, but if they'll put a laxative in your drink just for dating me, I don't wanna see what they'd do if you pranked them."

The vampire sulked disappointedly. Casper chuckled and scooted closer, snuggling into the other's shoulder.

"But maybe you can help me come up with ideas~" he practically purred, taking the others arm.

Thatch blushed, more out of surprise. But he quickly recovered and smirked. The dainty little cottenball could be surprisingly cheeky when he wanted to be…

"Wanna go back to the school and come up with ideas…and maybe some other things~" he raised a brow.

"Humm, well I really should be doing chores…Buuuut after a prank like that, they can go do them for all I care." Casper grinned and gave the other a quick peck on the nose before winking.

"I'll meet you back at the school." And vanished from sight.

The vampire grinned and turned into a bat before flying off.

Theeen flying back and grabbing the bag of stuff he still needed to take to his mom…

Casper was going to win the race, but the vampire couldn't find himself caring in the slightest.

Ok, so the flag gathering contest is a story I haven't written yet….I'm sorry XD I'm getting there