Hallway
Cleo de Nile, queen bee at Monster High, was highly concerned about her other half, Deuce.
She was waiting in the janitor's closet, very un-queenly but it had to be done, for her boyfriend to walk back to his locker from Casketball practice.
She heard him talking to a guy on the team, followed by a 'check you later.'
She peeked out the door and saw his neon green hair heading her way. She waited for him to get closer...
She opened the door and grabbed his arm, pulling him into the janitor's closet.
He was about to yell at her when he said, "oh. It's you." He sounded relieved.
"Deuce? What's going on? I'm worried about you. We all are," she informed him.
"Cleo-"
"I swear to Ra if you tell me I won't tell anyone until you're ready." She interrupted him, promising in the only way she couldn't break it.
He frowned, looking at the ground. "Cleo... I would tell you if I could but I don't want to get you involved."
She looked at him with big, sad eyes and he sighed in defeat. "Cleo. I'm sorry. I swear on the River Styx I would tell you if I could. I really would. But... That would get you in more trouble than I am and I don't want you to have to go through the punishment."
He took his princess by the arms and kissed her head, whispered, "I'm sorry," and left her standing in the closet, close to tears.
Before she could let the tears fall she noticed a golden piece of card had fluttered to the floor. She wiped her teary eyes and picked it up.
She couldn't read the ocean green scrawl of Ancient Greek but she knew an invitation when she saw one and she knew who could help her understand it.
And when Cleo de Nile was set on what she was doing, there's no stopping her.
Street
Ghoulia Yelps had informed Cleo of what Deuce's invitation said, and because of that information, Cleo desided to respect Deuce's life and not tell the ghouls.
Because what it said surprised her immensely.
Walking down the street to Deuce's house made of stone, holding the strange invite in her shaking hands, she couldn't help but wonder what in the name of Ra was going on.
Ghoulia turned the laptop around to show the princess the translated letter. It was still in the same blue scrawl but instead of Ancient Greek it was in English.
"Ugghhh." The zombie moaned. There is something going on.
"I already know that, Ghoulia," said Cleo. "I need to know what is going on."
Turning her attention back to the screen, reading what it said...
"'Deuce,'"Cleo muttered the invite's contents to herself. "'You are hereby invited to attend the Royal Ocean Ball at Poseidon's palace on the 18th of August from 6pm until 2am'...,"
A cold gust of wind blew her perfectly kept hair into her face, slightly tangling her black hair just the way Deuce thought was adorable.
She rounded the corner with her golden sweater wrapped tightly around her arms and shoulders when she heard screaming coming from inside the corner house.
The house was the biggest on the street, after the deNile mansion. It was made entirely of stone and marble and it glinted in the light of the full moon.
"Deuce!" She suddenly heard Medusa call in desperation, followed by a door slam.
She started walking slowly when she collided with a familiar wall of warmth.
Deuce's snakes momentarily hissed, before her realised it was her.
"Deuce-" She began to tell him that she found the invite.
He shook his head and grabbed her wrist. "C'mon." He dragged her into the forest that was next to the street.
"Deuce, we could get lost in there!" And it's dark." Cleo protested.
"It's fine. I go in there all the time and I brought a flashlight."
Cleo stopped protesting and let her angry boyfriend pull her into the forest.
Forest
"So," Deuce began as he lay on the grass, staring at the starry sky . "You found the invite."
Cleo nodded, still standing up. "I didn't tell anyone because I thought you wouldn't want me to."
"Good." He grumbled.
Cleo thought for a moment before she lay down next to her boyfriend, lying her head on his chest that was rising and falling in a steady rhythm.
"Deuce?"
"Mmm?" He acknowledged her.
"Are you allowed a plus-one to the party?" She asked carefully.
"Doesn't matter. I'm not going. Mom can go by herself. I refuse to be dragged to that stupid party again." He replied angrily.
"I understand Deuce,"
He opened his mouth to reply but Cleo continued talking.
"and before you say I don't, I might not, but if you let me finish you might like what I have to say."
He was surprised at his girlfriend's sudden break in calmness. But strangely, it made him want to listen, even if he knew where it was going.
"Now, Deuce, how many 'tag-alongs' are you allowed to take?" Cleo asked, using are quotations for tag-alongs.
"Uhh, no more than tenish" Deuce told her.
Cleo told him her desicion without a second's thought. "I'll come with you."
"Cleo, I'm not going." Deuce said, slowly loosing his patients.
"I give you my royal word that if I come, you will have a better time than normal." Cleo swore to him.
Thinking for a moment Deuce pondered why Cleo would want to come. Maybe because it was a party. Maybe because it sounded interesting. Or maybe, just maybe, she wanted to be there for Deuce, not the other way around.
"Fine. I'll go. But don't expect people to be dressed in fancystuff." Deuce gave way to his girlfriend who was now standing up with excitement.
"Can we tell your mom?" Cleo asked.
Instead of replying Deuce sighed, "let's go."
Taking Cleo by the hand and leading her back to his house.