welcome to the first chapter of my first ever 'Monster High' fanfiction, entitled 'Raythe and Clawdeen Sitting in a Tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!'. this fanfiction features a manster from the second generation of the 'Monster High' franchise named Raythe who is friends with the second-generation Deuce Gorgon and totally hot for Clawdeen Wolf. in fact, the crush he seems to have on the leading werewolf chick is the center of this whole entire fanfiction. there were no RaythexClawdeen fanfictions on this site, so I just decided to make my own. that is my sole reason for this fanfiction. this chapter of my first ever 'Monster High' fanfiction is also one-thousand-seven-hundred-seventy words in length and includes a flashback to when Raythe first heard about Monster High and even when he first met Clawdeen.

disclamation: I don't own anything from 'Monster High', not even the dolls. I'm not such a big fan of the new third generation and actually miss generations one and two of the franchise. at least there, the characters were a lot more loyal to their original designs and personalities. oh, how I miss those days. but enough about that. on with the fanfiction.

So, there I was in the Art Class of Monster High when the ghoul, Clawdeen Wolf, that I had this monstrous crush on was talking with the art instructor, her mom.

Oh, I'm getting a little ahead of myself, here. My name's Raythe, and I'm both a manster and a student at Monster High. My story at Monster High actually began when Clawdeen and four other ghouls found me in the middle of the moors in a forbidden area around the Bayous near New Orleans in Louisiana. I can still remember when it was my turn to be rescued and spirited away to Monster High.

I was hiding out from the humans in the moors of the Hudson Valley when I finally checked my updates for anything new on the Monster Web. And then, I saw it. The vampire ghoul with the online blog who had not heard until recently that there even was a Monster Web.

Vampire ghoul on video blog: I mean, I'm almost sixteen-hundred years old. I'm extremely responsible, I do all my chores, maintain every single cobweb in this house, and… and I'll always be stuck here, hiding in the attic, hidden from the world. But at least I have you guys, my trusty Vampology blog followers.

I am well aware that it might have sounded pretty old… if you were a normie, or as I had been told normies call themselves, humans. But when you're a monster, that was actually pretty close to being in your teenage years, especially if you're a vampire. Then, the vampire ghoul looked at her web camera.

Vampire ghoul on Vampology video blog: Well, if any of my fellow weirdos are out there listening, have a good evening. I'm off to bed.

That was when the vampire ghoul signed off of her video blog. I watched another one of her Vampology blog videos a few short minutes later.

Vampire ghoul on Vampology video blog (in another video): It took some getting used to, but eventually Dad really took to having all the little were-kids around. So now that we had even more help, we went to work, turning this once abandoned house into a world-class high school. But the place wasn't looking half-bad, if I do say so, myself. All that was missing was you. The students of Monster High. And we're determined to rescue the monsters of the world. The freaky, the beastly, and the downright weird. Only how do we find you?

Then, the vampire ghoul looked at her webcam in her sad desperation to find other monsters. Yep, that vampire ghoul definitely did not know one thing about the Monster Web until just before her 'Vampology' blog totally exploded overnight her time.

So yeah, that was how I had first learnt about Monster High through the Monster Web, something of which mine and all the other students welcoming committee for the grounds of Monster High had surprisingly not even heard, never mind been aware until just recently by the time I saw that one vampire ghoul's Vampology video blog. If you want, I guess I could have always skipped to how I had even come to be a student at Monster High in the first place, too.

I waited for a couple of days before the vampire ghoul or any other monster found me in the Bayou of New Orleans. There was her, a ghoul who looked a lot like a reanimated corpse, a mummy ghoul, a sea monster ghoul, and a werewolf ghoul who did not look half-bad, if I would have said so, myself. All five of them were introduced by the vampire ghoul, who was clearly their leader.

Vampire ghoul: Hi. I'm Draculaura, and these are my ghoul friends, Frankie, Cleo, Lagoona and Clawdeen.

Needless to say, I kinda stopped listening to the vampire ghoul, Draculaura's, speech after seeing her werewolf ghoul friend, Clawdeen. I actually thought that I had lost my mind in her, and possibly even my undead ghostly heart. It felt as though I was in a trance of some kind just looking at the werewolf ghoul, Clawdeen. Uh oh, she was saying something. Ah man, what was I going to do by then? I had to respond somehow. I guess I could have always used my fail-safe method of simply pretending that I had heard what she said. I only had to play it off coolly.

Yours Truly: Yo, what up, babe? I'm Raythe!

The werewolf ghoul, Clawdeen, just looked at me weird like she was not the least bit impressed with what I said to her.

Clawdeen: Oh great, another goof manster that we don't really need at Monster High.

It was then that the mummy ghoul, this Cleo, talked to her about it. Cleo was obviously Clawdeen's best friend.

Cleo: Ugh, tell me about it.

Then, Frankie and Draculaura came to my rescue about saying what I had said to their ghoul friend, Clawdeen.

Frankie: Come on, you two. We can't just pick and choose which monsters we wanna bring out from hiding in the dark their whole lives.

Draculaura: Frankie's right.

Then, the sea monster ghoul, Lagoona, talked to her friends about me.

Lagoona: I'm sure this bloke didn't mean to talk to ya like that, Clawdeen. He probably just didn't know what to say to ya. Give him a chance.

At first during that time, I had decided that I needed to thank Lagoona for helping me in matters of my own undead heart. That was until she said to her other ghoul friends what she said next about me at the time.

Lagoona (continued): Besides, you don't gotta like any of the mansters what go to our school, gills. You just gotta be civil with 'em long enough to let 'em know that we're going to Monster High to learn how to one day interact with humans and to make friends, not for somethin' silly like that what this guy right here said to Clawdeen.

And that was the exact moment when I had made my decision to rescind my 'thank you' from that sea monster ghoul, Lagoona.

And with that one little comment about Lagoona fresh within my undead ghostly mind, my flashback about when I first met Clawdeen finally came to an end.

Mrs. Wolf had complimented everyone's work but her own daughter's. As ironic as it sounded, Mrs. Wolf did not seem to like her Clawdeen's art work.

Mrs. Wolf: Clawdeen, this is art class, not fashion camp.

That was when my Clawdeen defended her work… from her own mother, no less.

Clawdeen Wolf: Fashion is art, mom.

Then, Mrs. Wolf walked away from her daughter's defiance about fashion being an art form. That was when I stepped up to the proverbial plate and told Clawdeen my opinion of her art project. It was time to try to fix that broken first impression I made to the ghoul of my ghostly dreams from when we first met, along with her ghoul friends when they came for me back within the New Orleans Bayou.

Yours Truly: I, for one, think your design is sick.

Yeah, I knew that it was a pretty forward opinion about Clawdeen, herself, but it was the best compliment I could give to my werewolf crush off the top of my head. My ghostly undead heart even beat wildly against my chest as I paid her my compliment.

Or maybe my compliment was not forward enough since that exact time, my precious Clawdeen took it as an insult, especially when considering exactly what Clawdeen said as a response to my compliment.

Clawdeen Wolf: I don't remember asking for your opinion, Raythe.

Honestly speaking, I cannot say that I would have been lying if I were to say that Clawdeen almost broke my undead ghostly heart and even stomped all over it were it not for Draculaura telling my ideal werewolf sweetie what I had really meant with my comment to her after stepping towards my precious Clawdeen's direction. The vampire ghoul did whisper about it, but I could hear it very clearly.

Draculaura: I'm pretty sure he meant that as a compliment.

I could only guess that I had been all too right about Clawdeen totally misunderstanding the meaning behind my compliment when that single moment of clarity arrived at her beckoned call from her vampire ghoul friend.

Clawdeen Wolf: Oh. Well, I guess yours is pretty sick, too.

I just could not help but smile at Clawdeen finally seeming to notice me in the light I had always noticed her. After going either ignored or just unnoticed by her for an entire month, the werewolf ghoul of my dreams finally answered back at my undeniable affection for her.

My undead ghostly brain: Thank you, Draculaura!

I got out of my own undead head just in time to notice Clawdeen act nervously toward me by using her paw to play with her hair and pretend to place behind her ear. I had to say that I was even happier by then about the vampire ghoul, Draculaura, clearing up the air around my comment to her werewolf of a ghoul friend, Clawdeen.

Then just as Clawdeen had finally started to notice me like she did in my dreams, as in just the way I had always noticed her, the school bell just had to ring, and art class was over for all of us.

Mrs. Wolf: Remember, tomorrow we have a very special guest model, Invisible Dan.

At least, Mrs. Wolf finally had a reason to release us from her art class, especially since Clawdeen and her mother did not seem to get along all that well and had very differing opinions between the both of them about fashion being art. I then heard Clawdeen's other ghoul friend, Cleo, contemplate and complain about the following day's guest inspirational art model.

Cleo deNile: How are we supposed to draw him if he's invisible?

I absolutely loathed and totally hated the idea of agreeing with a ghoul like her, but Cleo did have a valid point, nonetheless, especially about how the class was supposed to draw the manster if he was invisible. Her opinion of that kind of model was biting and scathing, but it was still highly accurate, nonetheless. The way I saw my precious Clawdeen's mummy ghoul friend, Cleo; she always told the truth and called her fellow monsters the way she saw them, no matter how harsh it might be at certain times more than others.

At least, the mummy ghoul, Cleo, was friends with Clawdeen, the werewolf ghoul of my ghostly undead dreams, as were the school's athletic ghoul, Lagoona Blue, along with the school's own student founders, Frankie Stein and Draculaura. I guess that my ideal ghoul was at least in with a pretty good crowd. It made my precious Clawdeen worth courting to me.