Casper and Thatch had thought the trio was going to leave them alone now…well, they were 2/3s right anyways…

It was Monday afternoon when Alder and Dash called Casper into the office, classes had just ended for the day.

"Sirs, it's not against the rules to be nice anymore-" the young ghost started, but was interrupted.

"Huh, you're not in trouble." Alder reared back, confused.

"For once." Dash muttered. "We've just brought you here so you can collect a copy of your school records, to take with you when you transfer to your new school. They're wifi is broken, so we can't send them a fax." He continued.

Casper blinked.

"Huh, what transfer." He raised a brow.

"Next week your transferring to Terror High, didn't you know? Your uncle, Stretch, requested it." Dash explained.

There were a lot of feelings going through Casper's head, shock, disappointment, confusion, but above all, fuming anger. But before he could take care of that, he had to try and delay this transfer.

"Oh, uh…My uncle Stretch is currently on some new…allergy medication, and the doctor warned us that he might do some outlandish things as one of the side effects…So you better pause that transfer, cause it's likely just the medication…" Casper explained, smiling awkwardly.

The two heads stared at him with immense annoyance.

"Or you know, you could go ahead and send through all the paperwork and preparations, and then have to undo them all when my uncle changes his mind…"

Dash sighed in annoyance.

"Fine, just go sort this out with your family. Tell him we won't continue the transfer without him coming here in person to confirm he's of sound mind." He explained sternly.

"Of course." The ghost nodded and quickly left.

Casper flew through the front door of Whipstaff, and paused before setting his sights on the living room once he heard the sound of the TV. He slammed open the door of the living room, certain the handle cracked the drywall on impact. The ghostly trio snapped they're attention to him. The frost ghost flew over to the TV and yanked out all the cords in one go, shutting it off.

"What the hell are you-!" Stretch started, but was quickly interrupted by what was practically screaming.

"Why the hell did you transfer me out of Scare School!?" Casper yelled, well, what was yelling for him anyways.

"Well, with Kibosh not around, you don't have to go there." The tall ghost tried to shrug it off.

"That's not why you did it and we both know it! You just did it to inconvenience me and Thatch!"

"It was expensive."

"No it wasn't! You've never had to pay for anything besides my cafeteria meals!" the younger ghost snapped.

"It was expensive food." Stretch huffed, crossing his arms.

"It was the cheapest food I've ever seen! it was practically garbage!" Casper screeched, throwing up his hands.

"Why do you even care? You hated that school!" the uncle got off the couch and snapped back.

"I hate the school, but I like my classmates! And they're worth staying for!"

"You can't be living under the same roof as that vampire!" Stretch yelled.

"I did for years, and you never cared then!" Casper yelled back.

"You weren't dating him then!" The uncle snapped again.

"What does that matter?!" the nephew snapped back.

"Look, we're your uncles, we gotta be protective of ya." Stretch huffed, crossing his arms.

That made Casper snap.

Fatso and Stinky watched wide eyed, speechless, as their nephew hurled so many insults and curses at Stretch, they were sure a sailor would be proud. They'd never heard him even say 'hell' before. Half the curse words he yelled they hadn't even thought he knew until now.

After Casper yelled his heart out, he paused for a breath, before continuing with a bit more coherency. His eyes now that angry shade of blue they take.

"You don't get to be protective of me! You don't deserve it! You've spent most of my unlife ignoring me, or outright trying to irritate me! You've made me miserable at times! You watched Kibosh bully me for years, and never once even tried to defend me! Don't you dare act like your entitled to being protective of me!" He snapped, tears running down his face in anger.

"DON'T YOU-"

"YOU DIDN'T EVEN SHOW UP TO MY FUNERAL!" Casper screamed.

He paused, wide eyed, out of the breath he didn't even need. His uncles staring at him wide eyed as well.

Wow, he'd been holding back that one for a while. He never once talked to them about his death, or the limbo phase after death, before you become a ghost.

It always hurt him too much.

Much like it did one snowy day…when Casper sat next to his own casket…sobbing, because nobody could see him…

"I'll start talking to you again once you fix this…" The little ghost muttered angrily before disappearing.

Stretch was left fuming.

Fatso leaned over to Stinky and whispered;

"Call Dr Harvey."

It was a little after 4:00pm now, most of the students were outside or hanging around the hallway, using their spare time before dinner.

Not Casper and Thatch though.

The ghost was currently laying on top of the other, emotionally drained from screaming at his uncle. Thatch was playing with Casper's hair in a calming fashion. They were in the vampire's coffin with the lid down, the ghost found the darkness comforting, it was sleepy, despite the faint glow he was casting.

"I'm so mad, I'm tired." The ghost muttered, barely audible.

"I can tell. You sound hoarse, I didn't even think that could happen to ghosts…" Thatch stated quietly.

"I screamed every curse word I knew at him. I yelled so much, I don't even recall all I said. He just pissed me off so much. He has no right to say he's being protective. No right…" Casper muttered tiredly.

"You know…maybe we could fake break up to get him off your back, and then secretly date?" the vampire suggested.

"No, he's too clever for that. And I don't want to have to sneak around in order to date you."

"We could suck him into a spirit bottle?" Thatch half chuckled.

The ghost snorted.

"Don't tempt me." He gave a light smile.

"Hey, I was at gas station the other day and I overheard from some kids talking about their school having a dance this Friday. How about we crash it? Some music and dancing might make you feel better." The vampire explained with a slight smirk.

"Won't we get in trouble for going to dance for a school we don't go to?"

"Maybe, but it's a human school, so it's not like we're gonna get arrested."

Casper thought about it for a moment before signing with a smile.

"Oh, what the heck, why not?" he chuckled.

It was Thursday evening now, Casper hadn't talked or come home since his argument with Stretch. It wasn't unusual not to see Casper for a week, he was in a boarding school after all, but he'd sometimes come by to check up on his pets, or message his uncles about something, usually something related to chores or schoolwork. But, no pun intended, he's been dead quiet.

Fatso and Stinky had roped their brother into the game room for some pool. Stretch had been a pile of grumpiness since Casper snapped and left. As the trio entered the room, the taller brother immediately noticed Dr Harvey, who seemed to be waiting to play, he had a pool cue in hand.

The long ghost hadn't expected to see Dr Harvey this week, and the nervous look on his brother's faces immediately told him something was up…

"Hey Doc, didn't expect ya this week." He squinted at the dr suspiciously.

"Well, Kat had some college work to catch up on." Harvey shrugged.

"Oh, is that all? Cause I have a feeling there were some other reasons…" Stretch spun his head around to look behind him, Fatso and Stinky were slowly trying to leave the room.

"Come on now, I'm just here for a friendly game of pool. Have a couple of cold ones, and catch up. Nothing unusual." The therapist tried to sidetrack.

Stretch sighed. Might as well play they're game.

"Alright Doc, I'll play. I take it Fatso and Stinky told you what happened."

"About what?"

"Don't play dumb, I know why you're here." The tall ghost grabbed a pool cue.

Harvey sighed.

"Yes, they told me. To quote Stinky "You took Casper out of Scare School because you didn't like his new boyfriend, and when he found out, you two go into an argument, and he yelled every curse word under the sun."" he explained.

"Have you seen his boyfriend? He's a delinquent!"

"I have seen him actually. Casper sent Kat a picture of them, and then Kat showed me. And I'll admit, if Kat had dated someone like that back when she was in high school, heck, even now, I'd be concerned too." Harvey admitted, hitting a pool ball as he did so.

"SEE!" Stretch threw his hands in the air.

"But! I still wouldn't interfere. My worry does not give me the right to try and sabotage my child's happiness." The Dr explained firmly.

"But- look at him, he's got a leather jacket, he smirks 24/7, a smartass- just look at him! He screams sex maniac!" The ghost snapped.

Dr Harvey pinched the bridge of his nose and made a noise that was a cross between an annoyed sigh and a chuckled.

"Casper isn't a little kid anymore, he's 16, and mentally mature for his age too. You can't treat him like he's 12."

"Yes I can." Stretch stated, taking his turn and hitting a pool ball.

"Not if you want him to still talk to you in 4 years." The brown haired man crossed his arms.

The ghost snorted indignantly.

"Casper is happy with him though, doesn't that matter? Don't you want him happy?" Harvey tilted his head.

"He can be happy with other people! He can be happy doing other things! He can date when he moves out!" Stretch ranted.

The Dr looked at the ghost for a moment, deep in thought.

"Would you be acting this same way if Casper was dating a girl?" he asked, turning back to the pool table to take his turn.

"N-Yes…what does it matter?"

"It matters a lot."

"I'm not- I just don't like-" Stretch snapped frustratedly before muttering, looking at the floor. "I don't like Casper being the little one in a relationship. I was mentally prepared for him to bring someone home; I wasn't prepared for him to go to some else's home." He mumbled with an annoyed frown.

"Hummm."

"What does that mean? Hummm?" The ghost squinted at him in a glare.

"Well…I have a theory." Harvy mused, hitting a pool ball.

"Oh really, what does the great bonebag have to say about me? What's' your psychoanalysis?" Stretch raised a brow in a judging fashion.

"Well, if I were to wager a guess. It sounds like you're having a certain kind of misogyny tossed back in your face, and you don't like it." The therapist stated simply.

"Girls are supposedly sweet, meek little creatures who stand around waiting for a strong man to sweep them off their feet, and will hang on a mans every word. Meanwhile boys are the ones who break hearts, boys are the sex maniacs, boys are the ones who date for bragging rights, boys are the ones who don't want to be chained down. Boys are men, this is manly behavior. These are stereotypes you've subscribed to most of your life…and unlife. So with Casper being a boy, you always figured you could just sit back and not worry about him, after all, boys are the heart breakers." He continued.

"Since Casper is dating a boy, you've been forced to have to worry about things you didn't expect you'd have to worry about. You're being forced to worry about "boys being boys." A form of sexism you've been fine with for decades, is finally hitting you in the face. And you don't know what to do." He watched as Stretch hit a pool ball, ignoring him.

"I also think you're afraid of him leaving one day."

The ghost snapped and looked over at Harvey, an irritated expression on his face.

"I don't care if he wants to move one out one day, hell, he should! This is the ghostly trio's house!" he snapped defensively.

"But what is the Ghostly Trio without their nephew? His father, your brother, dedicated all his time into trying to bring Casper back to life. He was your brothers greatest treasure. You don't want to lose something so important to your brother. So Casper dating someone worries you because you're reminded of change. Your reminded he's gonna get older, and likely get married and leave." The Dr frowned.

Stretch remained silent, focusing on the pool table, pretending to not listen.

"And him dating a boy, particularly a tough boy who's taller than him, worries you even more because you can more easily see that future. You can practically see him sweeping Casper off his feet, and taking him away from you." The therapist continued.

"Oh really…is that what you think?" the asked, clearly irritated, glaring at the other.

"Yes."

Stretch scowled at him, but before he could speak, Dr Harvey spoke again.

"I sense I've angered you, so I think I'll see myself out. I've said my bit. But before I go…You can't keep change from happening, all you can do is try to adapt to it. If you keep fighting Casper like this, he's going to disown you one day. You're going to drive him away, then you'll lose your brother all over again." He replied simply before turning and leaving.

For the second time this week, Stretch was left fuming, this time even more so.

Maybe because deep down, he knew Harvey was right.

Friday evening, Thatch and Casper stepped onto the sidewalk that led to Sunnyside Highschool. Thatch was dressed in his usual formal attire, white long sleeved button up, black tux vest, tie, and suit pants. Casper had on a black turtle neck shirt, a navy blue blazer, black suit pants, and doc martins the same shade as the blazer.

The ghost fiddled uneasily.

"You look great." Thatch nudged him.

"You told me that already." Casper chuckled.

"You looked like you needed the encouragement." The vampire chuckled.

"I'm not used to getting dressed up like this, especially not for a date. It makes me feel like this is supposed to be a really important event, even though I know it's not." The phantom fiddled with his sleeves.

"Well you look very smart. Like a famous author or something."

Casper chuckled.

"Well, my dad was a scientist, and I did live with a therapist for a few years, so maybe that explains my taste in formal ware." He mused with a smile.

"You lived with a therapist?"

"Yeah…the one that's currently assigned to our school actually."

"Dr Herse?" Thatch raised a brow.

"Yeah…though his real name is Dr Harvey, and his daughter is Kat."

"Oh, those two? I remember you told me- ah crap." The vampire stopped when he noticed a ticket collector by the door of the gymnasium.

They were currently half way in the parking lot, partially obscured by cars.

"With human schools, do you have to buy tickets for dances?" he raised a brow.

"Yeah. I know, it's weird." The ghost shrugged.

"Honestly I'm surprised Alder and Dash don't do that, they're grubby like that." Thatch snorted.

He started to reach into his pocket for his wallet, but Casper grabbed his hand.

"If we're going to crash the dance, we might as well do it properly." He stated with a smile before leading the vampire around the building to a side area with no doors.

He then proceeded to phase the both of them through the wall and into the school. Once on the other side, Thatch shivered.

"That's such a weird feeling." He squirmed a bit.

"Honestly I'm not too bothered by it. I've read most ghosts struggle to learn phasing, but I've never had much issue with it. Maybe it's a personality thing." The phantom shrugged.

"Maybe it's because your gramps is a, neither beast, was it?" Thatch remarked.

"Yeah. Humm, maybe."

They walked down the hall towards the music until they got to the gymnasium door. Thatch held out his arm.

"Shall we?"

The ghost smiled and took his arm, and they walked inside.

Somehow, despite all the curse words I've used in this fic, the word 'sex', is the one making me feel like I've taken it too far XD