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Heartlessly Heartfelt

Chapter Thirteen

"I think it'd be pretty interesting for you to release a side of you that no one would really know about, through song!" Xavier tossed his hair to the side as he made the suggestion to a very estranged Robecca, who looked to Venus almost as if for guidance.

The plant girl, however, did anything but. "Y'know..." she contemplated, with a smirk as she scanned the robotic ghoul. "No one's ever seen your dark side."

Robecca knit her eyebrows and cocked her head to the side, confused. "I'm not exactly sure what you mean."

"C'mon, 'Becca," Xavier paused. "Mind if I call you that or is it too normie for you?"

"I prefer my given name." she said simply.

He shrugged and smiled. "Alright then. Like Venus was saying, you gotta find your dark side."

Robecca let out a sigh and hesitated. "Dark side?"

"Bad-ass, in a word." Venus chuckled. "Aside from the crazy stunts, what don't we know about you?"

Robecca thought about it, bringing a mechanical hand to her chin as she stroked it. "Well, what if I don't want to tell you? But I very well may take that simple thought into consideration." She told them rather snarkily, she didn't mean to come off that way, but she wasn't entirely comfortable with Xavier yet, not sure if she ever would be.

"You'd make a sexy punk." the vamp chuckled.

It was shown that both girls felt slightly uncomfortable at this comment, the two of them letting out nervous chuckles as replies.

"That's very kind of you to think of me that way." Robecca replied shyly. "But I wouldn't even considering becoming that. Never have, never will."

He shrugged, realizing he did more creeping out (not in the good way) rather than impressing with these ghouls, so he figured that enough was enough. "Well, whatever you decide to sing or do I wish you the best of luck with, talk to you later ghouls!" With that, he got up and when he came to cement terrain, he rode his skateboard away from them. When out of sight, he narrowed his eyes in the direction Rochelle took off to, wondering what to do.

However long this campsite went, Rochelle didn't care. She'd walk to the end and beyond; she just had to find a way to let off some steam and allow whatever leftover tears she had flow. After realizing that she'd get noticed in that field, she had decided to take a walk and hopefully no one would find her. She wasn't one for breaking the rules (seeing how gargoyles absolutely just loved to follow them and such), but right now it seemed that all she wanted to do was hop the fence of this place and forget it all.

Overlooking the sites around her was how she felt most at home. 'Oh home,' she thought hopelessly. She missed it so much, but maybe even more since Garrott hung up on her. She didn't have these massive feelings of home sickness before when she was hanging out with her best ghoulfriends. It wasn't until after talking to Garrott that she even realized she felt this way, or maybe he was the one who triggered it?

After all... he was one thing she missed most... and yet, she let it slip through her fingers so stupidly.

Why did she ever leave? Because of her stupid idea to want more than just live on top of a building all of her unlife? She could've explored more in France and still have her love but instead she... she changed.

But was the change she endured, really a bad thing? She remembered that flame headed boy, Heath go on to his half normie cousin about how change… wasn't a bad thing. How when one door closed, another opened. He really did seem more mature for his age than he let on.

It made Rochelle think even more, did her best ghoulfriends change who she used to be before? Did they change her? She didn't think so, but maybe she wasn't the same ghoul she used to be, but was Garrott the exact same gargoyle he used to be? Regardless, he was out of her unlife now so she should cease to think about him, but it remained so hard.

She was startled by a sudden appearance and interruption just when she thought she was completely alone. "Hello friend," greeted this soft, light, airy voice.

Rochelle let out a light gasp and her gaze switched up only for a flash to pass her and beginning to walk, or actually float, beside her was none other than the ghostly blogger everyone knew.

"Oh. Hello." Rochelle murmured. "I..." she hesitated. "How did you find me?"

"I didn't intend to." Spectra replied simply. "I just happened to notice you."

Rochelle really could use someone, anyone to talk to right now. But was Spectra Vondergeist the right one to truly consult about how she felt? She wasn't so sure of that, so she wiped any tears that may have been present and decided to remain cool and not give herself away. "Well, so you 'ave seen me. Your point?"

"You seem a bit down. Penny for your thoughts?"

Rochelle hesitated. Revealing secrets to someone who was barely a friend was a risk on it's own, but to a gossip ghoul? That was even crazier. But then again it seemed as if now, nothing really did matter as her feelings took over.

"I went through something a short while ago." she muttered. "I see it as not a big deal anymore."

"Hence the reason you're crying?" Spectra observed.

Rochelle narrowed her eyes in much annoyance; she didn't quite want to spill out everything that's happened so far to Spectra. She wasn't overly sure if the fellow female could be trusted. "Well perhaps, perhaps not. Why would someone like you be interested in the affairs of moi?"

Spectra widened her eyes, "You had an affair?"

Rochelle felt a sense of sudden panic, "Non! Non! Non, nothing of that sort… it is just le compliqué and don't you have anything else better to do?"

Spectra thought about it, not really – she was in dire need of a new scoop though.

"You're stressed out, aren't you?" she questioned.

Rochelle rolled her eyes and huffed. "The gossip will get you in trouble one day, do you know that?"

Spectra shrugged her shoulders, "Ghouls and monsters like what they like, don't shoot the messenger." She giggled, but floated down to sit beside the gargoyle female. "So, if you want to talk about it – I'm right here."

"Don't you have anything better to do?" Rochelle hissed.

Spectra smiled mischievously and shook her head in a playful matter. "Obvious denial to revealing."

"I am not in denial; I am just not wanting to explain my hurt and sorrows to you, Spectra."

The female ghost feigned a look of shock, "But why can't you trust me? I don't run to my blog with everything friend! Maybe I can even offer a little advice to you. C'mon ghoul, what'cha say?"

Rochelle scoffed and rolled her eyes, gently wiping away a final tear, but soon realizing that there would be more to approach soon. "You may not know this, but-"

"Oh, I know practically everything." Spectra interrupted, smiling in a darkly mischievous way.

The female gargoyle took only a millisecond to reconsider before continuing, "I... was in a relationship."

"Was?"

Rochelle nodded feebly and held back the cries slowly forming inside of her. "I have just broken up with my boyfriend and that is that."

"Were you two close?" the blogger questioned.

"Anything but." Like her skin, Rochelle's tone was as hard as rock.

Spectra raised a skeptical brow, "Something tells me different, if you weren't so close why are you so sad?"

Rochelle took a moment to think about it, why exactly was she so sad? Was it the fact that Garrott broke it off with her? Or maybe it was the fact he did it over the phone? She wasn't sure what it was, but the entire situation was pitiful. "I do not know why I am so full of despair, he called me. I answered and we argued and he broke up and hung up on me. That is all, a very sad tale. Publish what you will and be away with you."

"Sounds so much more complicated than that, though."

"It's not." the female gargoyle spat. "Now, go, spread a rumor about whatever you please and leave moi in my misery."

Spectra sighed and shrugged, "Alright, have it your way – nice talking to you. Have a spook-tastic day!" She greeted but then floated away as she disappeared out of plain sight to leave Rochelle all alone to simmer with her thoughts.

The typical group of boys were seated under a nice shady tree. Deuce had joined them at first; he was hoping he had enough time to hang out a little bit with the guys before being summoned over to Cleo once again. He adored her of course but she wanted to spend time with him every single second of every single day. It could get more than overbearing at times, especially to a person who didn't mind having their own space once in a blue moon. He glanced over to Heath, "What'cha singing next dude? I didn't even know you could sing."

Heath blushed heavily, trying not to burn the picnic down. "Well, I was crazy nervous man. I didn't think I'd do it at all and I was totally gonna back right out. But something told me to go ahead and do so, and I did – or tried. I never do anything without my guitar."

Slow – Moe groaned an utterly painful sounding groan.

"You know, it wouldn't be so bad Slow – Moe if you'd let me get more than a chord out y'know."

"Yes, dude, yes, it would be." Clawd laughed. "We all heard you on the bus, y'know."

The flame elemental rolled his eyes. "It just needed some tuning. That's all." He then glared at the zombie boy sitting next to him. "And if someone didn't smash the thing, I could've fixed it."

"N'yuhhhh? Ughh?" Slow – Moe replied, as he made eye contact with Deuce.

"… I'm not so good at zombie dude." Deuce told him, making the older zombie sigh.

Clawd shifted his gaze, "He asked you what you'll be singing, or if you would be at all."

Heath gave a small smirk as he dove into his lunch. "You know how to understand zombie?"

Clawd nodded, "Sure of course I do, it's not that hard."

Deuce then shrugged, "Nah, I don't sing man."

"Except for karaoke night with Cleo." Heath chuckled, as he soon brought into a headlock by the gorgon boy. "Hey!"

"Dude, say one more word and you're undead."

Both Clawd and Slow-Moe chuckled as they watched the flame elemental and Deuce fight in the headlock, throwing punches and muttering insults to one another.

"Don't you freakin' mention that ever again!"

Heath, now with a sore arm and a stiff neck, rolled his eyes, obviously annoyed.

As if on cue, Xavier made his way over to the guys. He'd been making his way around to every group he saw to familiarize himself with everyone around. He enjoyed aiding people to feel comfortable. "What's happening guys?" He greeted the group cheerfully, hoping they'd accept his presence no problem.

Clawd glanced at him with a raised eyebrow, "Yes?" He could be quite intimidating at times when he needed to be. And apparently, this was a needed time.

"Oh wow, tough crowd." Xavier muttered lightly as he pulled on his shirt collar to relieve tension although it didn't work. "Well I was just stopping by with the thought of mingling a little with the new guys who have pretty great talent by the way."

Slow-Moe groaned to Xavier, telling him all about how he felt Heath's guitar playing sucked. "N'yeahhughhh."

"Hey, hey – it's not that bad I'm sure," Xavier cut in as he stepped a little closer. "mind you I've never heard him play but I guess you have."

Heath waved them off, "Please, he doesn't know what total awesome amazingness sounds like. Don't listen to him." The rest of the guys present groaned. "Or any of them. They don't know what they're talking about." He reassured Xavier, as if he was a talent scout.

The vamp chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Aren't you the guy who got his guitar broke on the bus though?"

The friends of the flame elemental all burst into laughter, causing said boy to narrow his gaze at the group but they paid no attention to him.

"Yeah, but if you think my guitar playing is bad, then you should hear Deuce si-" Heath was tackled and pinned to the ground by the Gorgon boy, who was fidgeting with his shades.

"I wonder what you'd look like as a statue..." he pondered and a groan of approval and a laugh from Clawd was only egging him on.

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up!" Heath whined. "Just don't-" it was then too late. The fire boy was now completely stone.

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