"Well uh... n-not really. Jus' dat school's borin' and dat fleshies can be even meaner den us at some points!" Stinkie winced as he looked up at his elder brother.
"Now what...?" Fatso blinked as he looked between his two brothers.
"I'll jus' keep tryin'! Girls can't keep their mouths shut fa long I'm sure we'll find somethin' out!" Smirking Stinkie rubbed his hands together as he plotted some evil things to do. The next few days for Melle would be nothing short of HELL. No matter what she tried it only seemed like things at school only became worse for her. The kids picked on her more, her homework turned up missing, just everything would go WRONG! In fact, one day in Science class, Stinkie even turned her science project into a STINK BOMB! That certainly ticked off more than a few of the teachers there. Then there were all the times that her lunch turned up missing! No doubt, Stinkie did it just to be amused as he watched the fleshie girl eat garbage!
Though over this course of time despite what he tried he still learned absolutely nothing about her, except that she DID eat garbage, that she had no friends and that she had a temper that you didn't want to invoke the wrath of. By the end of the week Ghastly had been released and the reason for all of the accidents had finally been revealed. Needless to say, Stinkie got an ear full.
"URGH!!! AND TA THINK, I THOUGHT YOU WERE KINDA COOL!!" Melle poked him in his chest roughly. "JERK, Don't you EVER come near me again!! I'll SUCK YOU IN A VAC WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT!" As she slapped him across the face she took off running up the stairs.
Fatso and Stretch who floated there just burst into into laughter at the whole scene. Poor Stinkie meanwhile just floated there and rubbed his cheek as he stared after her. Why did it hurt so much in his chest when she slapped him on his face? What was this odd feeling..? Though what bothered him was that his eyes watered over. Whatever, he stopped thinking about it and glared at his brothers. "OH Y'THINK DAT'S FUNNY HUH?! WELL NEXT TIME YOU DO DA DOITY WOIK AN' GET HIT!" He hissed through his bucked teeth at them.
"Boy Stink, you musta done somethin awful to dat fleshie t'get dat!" Stretch chuckled as he looked to his brother.
"So now what're we gonna do? Dat banshee blew our cover!" Questioning, Fatso glanced over to Stretch .
"Yeah, So...Speakin' of dirty... We'll have t'get REALLY dirty. I still dun trust dat flesh sack. There's somethin' about 'er dat jus' doesn't ring right! She's been stayin' he'e fuh TOO long... Where's dat ghouls parents?! Ain't dey worried...?" Pondering this Stretch glanced at Stinkie and hermed to himself as he came up with an idea. "Alrighty, We'll figure dis dim-dame out. STINKIE! YER new mission is gonna be t'disguise yerself as one of DEM!" looking over his shoulder Stretch pointed at the stairs, towards the direction of Melle's room. "We ain't gonna be able t'get near dat fleshie otherwise!"
"ME!? OH YEA' LIKE DAT'S GONNA BE EASY! HRMPF! I Ain' doin' it and dats final! I dun wanna get slapped again, er kicked aroun' by dat dame! An' besides! Dat Ghastly ghoul'll know it's ME fuh sure! I have my own distinct stench y'know?" Throwing a fit Stinkie looked away and glared with his arms folded over his chest.
"Yea'... well if y'dun do it, It's gonna be ME KICKIN' ya around... KAPEESH!? DUN worry 'bout dat spookette, I'll take care 'o her! Da Stretchster does have some moves of 'is own after all." Taking pride into himself Stretch grinned as he huffed on his non existing finger nails. "I mean, c'mon... I AM a ladies man!"
"Nuh-Uh, I AM!" Fatso morphed himself into a lady at that moment and posed. Stretch in turn just growled and morphed his hand into a mallet, which he then proceeded to whap his younger brother with.
"FINE..." Stinkie mumbled "BUT I AIN' GONNA LIKE IT!! You owe me big time fuh dis bro!" Jabbing Stretch in the chest with his pointer finger, Stinkie awaited his orders.
"GOOD! Now da plan is ta get AS CLOSE AS Y'CAN t'dat fleshie. Get 'er t'trust ya...Make 'er love ya, Use ANY means necessary! I think dat she'll only open up t'certain people..Like dat kitty Kat." Stretch explained to his brother. "T'night! We'll go enroll you in dat school there! Then t'morrow...We'll begin our attempts t'play at dis fleshies game. I wanna know what she's hidin'. I smell somethin' an it ain't you."
Meanwhile in her room Melle sighed and stared out her window looking rather depressed. Ghastly who'd been reading a magazine finally looked up and blinked at her friend. "Hrmn...? What's wrong...?"
"I can't believe he did that.." Quietly Melle spoke as she softly sighed again. "I mean, When me and him talked that one night, he seemed really cool. I mean, Different than his brothers anyways! He seemed like he was interested in possibly being... I don't know, Friends! Or something. Just look at this past week here..! I noticed that he followed me everywhere I went to. Also that, he's treated me better than his two brothers had! Well... or so I THOUGHT." Covering her face Melle whimpered to herself. "Now I find it's just cause he pitied me! Cause he troubled me already at school..."
"Aw, Forget about that bum! He ain't ever gonna change! Most ghosts are like dat, Once they've started booin' they don't quit. He had you tricked hun, and I'm sorry about that..." Frowning Ghastly gently pet Melle's head.
"I guess I just hoped that... I had another friend. Someone who liked everything about me.. That's all.." Her voice trailed off softly as she climbed into bed for the night. "Thanks for being my friend at least Ghastly.." Melle smiled lightly as she covered herself up and drifted to sleep.
"No prob, Melle..." Ghastly looked kindly at her friend before she settled in as well for the night.
The next morning as the sun shined in through the windows of the manor everyone was in hurry. Kat rushed downstairs and into the kitchen where Casper waited every morning. Today he whipped up some fresh home made waffles. The scent easily carried through Whipstaff and to the rooms upstairs. Although Melle couldn't smell it, it certainly didn't stop Ghastly from smelling it! "MMmh!! Those waffles smell great down there! C'mon kid finish getting ready an' lets go get some! You don't wanna be late for school today. Not with that test that you and Kat have!" Ghastly encouraged her friend as she watched her get ready.
"Yeah, yeah! I'm comin!" Melle huffed as she hopped into her shoes and took off down the stairs. In a hurry Ghastly followed after her fleshie friend and kept an ever watchful eye out for that Trio. They always caused this poor girl grief on the way to school. As the two passed by the Trio's room the three nodded and took action to get downstairs before them and get placed. The three sure enough landed in their seats and started demanding their meals. Their plan today was to make it seem as if NOTHING was out of the ordinary, that it was just a regular day. Though this time they had Ghastly to deal with so this one had to be pushed.
By the time Melle and Ghastly arrived downstairs the Trio had already started pigging out on their meals. Ghastly of course just rolled her eyes at the three of them. Melle on the other hand stared at Stinkie for a brief moment as she grabbed up her waffles. "I'm in too big of a hurry to stick around and eat these here so, I'm just gonna eat it on the way to school!" Let's face it she just didn't want to be around Stinkie at this point. It still bothered her with what he had done.
"GREAT idea! I'd better do the same! Thanks for breakfast Casper, See ya, you too Dad!" Kat hugged him and bolted for the doors. Melle quickly followed in tow as they started towards the school.
Stretch quickly flew in front of Ghastly stalling her so that she couldn't follow after Melle so quickly, "'ey there...! Look,I wanted t'appologize fuh my brudders actions. I 'ad no idea dat he'd done such a thing t'yer fleshy friend there. I ain't da type t'make girls cry. I hope dat you'll accept my apologies... I'll make sure dat my bro doesn' mess wit yer fleshie friend anymore.."
"HRMN, And why should I believe you...?" Ghastly folded her arms over her chest as she eyed Stretch down.
"Oh I dunno... I guess y'shouldn'. I mean, I wouldn' even trust me!" Stretch placed a hand over his face. "I guess I just recognized da wrongs dat I did, when I was in session wit da Doc the other day. An I wanted t'apologize den, but I couldn' find ya's! Though now I know why I couldn'..." Trying to play this out the best that he can he puts on a pouty face at her. "I know dey're dead now, but, When I got 'em dey was livin'." Holding up a bouquet he hoped she'd fall for it.
Ghastly just stared and was taken back by this sudden change of attitude from the specter. This was definitely something she hadn't expected. Though reaching out her hand she accepted the flowers and sniffed them in deeply. "Well... I'm sure they smelt wonderful when they were alive..." Looking up at him she batted her eyes a little. "N-not that I'm gonna TRUST you right away or anything.. But... This IS a start..." She smirked at him and grinned.
"Jus' name what y'want an' it's yers.." Stretch tried his best to play the ghoul.
Meanwhile, Fatso prepared Stinkie for school. He covered the ghost from head to TOE in a peachy colored powder to make him look at least like a pale fleshie. Then he dressed him up in some Grey colored jeans, Black and White sneakers, A black shirt with a green t-shirt over it. On the T-Shirt it had a picture of a garbage can with some yellow rays coming from it to identify with the stench. The finishing touches he added to Stinkie were a black baseball cap, and some black sunglasses to hide his Golden-Eye Color and the rings around his eyes. "There now! Yer all finished, Remember yer an Albino kid, wit a skin condition... y'can't remove da glasses or da hat."
"Hey! No problemo! Hah! Dis outfits actually kinda cool!" Stinkie grinned at himself in the mirror since he could actually see himself in it for once. "Wicked!" Getting carried away he does some poses and actions for practice. "Hehehe, Maybe dis won't be so bad afta all..."
"Yeah, Yeah..! Now get goin'! Yer already really late!" Fatso shoved his brother out the door with a skate board in his hand.
Stinkie just grinned from ear to ear as he looked out from over the balcony to make sure that Stretch had Ghastly controlled for now. When he noticed that he was all clear he flew himself down to the door and proceeded to run out of it until he reached the street. "Alright! Time t'see if I can still work one of dese things.." Playing with a wheel on the skate board, he dropped it to the ground and hopped onto it. In no time he managed to get used to it as he skate-boarded towards the school. "Woowhoo..! 'Ey! No wonder fleshies do dis kinda thing! It's actually kinda fun...!"
By the time he arrived at the school attendance had already been taken. So he hurried his little tush all the way up those stairs and to his first class. He didn't need to look at his schedule since he purposely placed himself in Melle's class. He knew EXACTLY where to find that at. Getting irritated with having to walk, he looked around the area and finished his way there by flying. "Pfft...I feel sorry for dem fleshies needin' t' do all dat by foot!" Shaking his head he then peeked into the classroom and spotted the teacher already deep into the school subject. "Hrmn..."
With a hand shoved into his pocket he just whistled softly as he opened to door the room and proceeded in. The teacher paused in his explanation and looked towards Stinkie. The whole class in fact paused to look up at the new kid and stared with interest."Hey dere! I'm da new kid in dis class.." Stinkie explained to Mr. Thompson.
"Ah yes, we were expecting you EARLIER. Class, this is our newest student, Boomer DeCay." Looking up from his paper the teacher announced to the class. "If you'd like to tell us a little about yourself feel free, or sit down and I'll proceed with the class."
"YO, Sup Everyone? Well just moved here o' course..! I know DeCay sounds pretty rotten fer a last name, in fact some say it'd stink! Da only thing I gotta say 'bout dat is, it only stinks t'dem, 'cause I'm stinkin' RICH!" Laughing Stinkie grinned widely and thumbed at himself. "Now dat I got passed dat, Unlike you sorry saps, I gotta wear da hat, and da shades..!" He pointed to his sun glasses. "Cause unlike you I gotta skin condition. Lucky fa me I happen t'like Gothic style clothin'...!" When he was finished the class already seemed more than amused at him. They actually liked the way he seemed so confident about himself.
"Alright, now have a seat back there by Melle, she'll be more than happy to fill you in on what we're dong." Mr. Thompson turned and continued with his writing on the chalk board.
Stinkie more than happily agreed as he strolled to the back of the class and placed himself in the seat next to Melle. "Well, Hey dhere beautiful! I hear dat you can help me out wit findin' out where we're at in dis project. Is dat true...?" Stinkie wiggled his eyebrows at her as he leaned back in his seat, placing his text book on the desk.
Melle just blushed and looked around a little embarassedly and nodded. "Y-yeah, actually we're on this page here..." She opened his book and flipped to the section they were at. "We're just discussing the decimals." A smile formed on her face as she looked up at him.
"Hrmn... Too bad we couldn't discuss 'bout you movin' yer seat closer t'mine! Yer kinda cute.." With that Stinkie winked and went about his business with the Math book.
Almost immediately Melles face flushed with a pink shade as she exchanged looks with Kat who just grinned at her. Maybe things were going to start looking up today? She could only hope after the week she had!