Casper's Scare School Fanfiction: He Loves Me, She Loves Me Not - 5. Chapter 5
Once again, the only thing I own in this story is Carly Bradford. Everything else belongs to its rightful owner.
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He purified me
Thatch had been bracing himself for this scene all throughout rehearsal.
Showed me I can
He had been told not to kiss her until the real show, but he just couldn’t wait any longer.
Learn how to be more
The girl that’s inside me
Here it comes…
With sweet understanding
Let’s do this.
Seymour’s my man!
He had barely given her any time to react before embracing her and pressing his lips to her own. Oh, he had expected it to be a good kiss, but the fact that he could still taste the blood cakes on her breath made it even better.
From his viewpoint at least.
For Carly, she hadn’t even stopped holding the note before she was met with a mouthful of fangs.
“Okay, can we cut, please,” Carly yelled to the headmasters, pushing Thatch away.
“What’s the matter, Carly,” asked Dash.
“Yeah, I think that went pretty good,” added Thatch.
“That’s your definition of ‘pretty good,'” Carly exclaimed, “I know the script says the kiss is spontaneous, but seriously? Were we making out or were you trying to eat me?”
Thatch was slightly taken aback by this remark. He had, of course, expected her to be mad, but he didn’t know he was that bad of a kisser (Of course, judging by their previous encounter outside, this wasn’t the issue).
“Can we just skip to the part where I get eaten?”
“Why don’t we take a five-minute break,” suggested Alder, “and we’ll pick it up from here. Let’s give our leading lady time to touch up her makeup.”
Carly was already storming her way offstage, and when Thatch caught up to her, she was sitting in front of a vanity mirror dabbing at her eyes with a tissue.
I made her cry? Thatch thought. “Carly?”
Without turning around, she muttered, “Go away, Thatch.”
“Carly, please,” he protested, “I’ve tried to be nice, I apologized for the cupcake thing, didn’t I? What more do I have to do to show you we can be friends?”
“How do I know you really want to be friends,” Carly retorted, rising from her chair. “How do I know this isn’t all just an act? Face it, Blood Breath; no matter what you say or do to change my mind, I hate you. So here’s what I’m thinking-the second that curtain closes tomorrow night, that’s it. We never have to see, talk to, or think about each other ever again and-“she stopped when she started to sob. “Just leave me alone,” she said, turning back to the mirror.
Thatch knew that now wasn’t the best time to try to talk to her, but he also hated to see her like this. Everything he did to try and make peace with her seemed to have the opposite effect, but he hadn’t expected it to make her cry.
Maybe this wasn’t about that.
There was definitely more to why she was upset. What she needed was a friend.
And even though he really wanted to, Thatch would never fit that description.
“So he really-“
“And he asked you to-“
“I know, I’m not happy about it either.”
If one more creature knew about Thatch’s crush, thank Kibosh it was Wolfie. It was a miracle no one else was concerned about his behavior, and Casper was thankful Wolfie had asked him about it. He figured, along with Ra and Mantha, he could use another set of hands (especially since Ra was anything but subtle, to put it bluntly).
Immediately after being sent to the girls’ dorm to confront Carly about the situation, Wolfie peeked his head out of the door and said, “Uh, Casper, I’m gonna need reinforcements.”
Casper didn’t know what to expect when he went in, but what he saw certainly took him by surprise. Carly was sitting at the foot of her bed, crying her eyes out, clutching the duck in her hand.
Mantha was trying to comfort her, but Carly wasn’t giving her much acknowledgement. “Carly, I can’t really help you if I don’t know what the problem is.”
“That’s the thing,” Carly replied, sniffling, “I don’t know either. But I do know it has something to do with that obnoxious, bull-headed, good for nothing-” She threw the duck across the room as hard as she could, causing it to phase through Casper and bounce off the wall with a squeak.
“Carly,” Ra said, “you can’t blame every problem you’ve been having lately on Thatch.
Of course I can, she thought, of course this is all his fault. Okay, so he wasn’t responsible for everything, but the cupcakes, the kiss-those were on him. But she knew he hadn’t intended to upset her. She knew he meant well. She knew he liked her.
She knew she was starting to feel the same way.
When she heard the four creatures gasp, she realized she had said it out loud.
“Wow, I figured it would take at least another month,” Wolfie whispered.
“Don’t even worry about it, you guys,” Carly said, “my heart is telling me, ‘go for it,’ but my brain is saying, ‘don’t bother,’ and I think that’s the better one to listen to.”
But that wasn’t true. Casper and the others noted the effort Thatch had been taking to show her how he felt. Heck, he gave her one of his beloved ducks; that should’ve been proof enough that he really, genuinely cared about her.
“Well, then, we’ll just have to prove your brain wrong,” said Casper, “You want proof he’s right for you? I’ve got a plan, but it’s pretty dangerous. And I’m sorry, guys, but it involves sabotaging the play.”
It didn’t matter to Carly as much as it did to Wolfie (“I put so much work into this role, Casper”), but he was still for it. Sneaking into Burns’ lab was easier for them than it was for Thatch, mainly because the door was unlocked.
The auditorium was packed with creatures (living and undead) and a few fleshies (all living, of course) eagerly awaiting the performance. When he peeked through the curtain, Quasi nearly fainted from stage fright, and after being told to “break a leg,” Mickey and Monaco tripped after their femurs came disconnected, but besides those few bumps, everyone was ready to go.
Well, almost everyone.
She was sitting in front of the mirror reapplying her mascara when he approached her. “Carly,” he said, “can we please talk?”
“There’s nothing to talk about, Thatch,” she said, “After the show, we’ll be out of each other’s hair forever.”
Before he could respond, Alder shouted (with a megaphone pointed directly in Dash’s ear), “Alright, it’s showtime, people. Mickey, Monaco, and Triclops, to the stage!”
“Would you turn that off, you moron,” Dash asked, “They are literally right there in front of you.”
“Sorry,” he said into the megaphone again.
And just like that, the conversation was over. The house lights were dimming, the curtain was opening, and the music began playing.
“On the 23rd day of the month of September…”
At this point, the only thing Thatch could do was forget about Carly and go through the motions of the play. His frustration really helped him go all out during the “Feed Me” song, and Carly didn’t resist the kiss as much as she did in rehearsal (although he did bite her lip this time).
Eventually, it was time to put the plan into action. Ra and Mantha stole the Audrey II puppet and hid it in the storage closet, along with Wolfie himself. Casper thought it would be impossible to get the real plant to behave, but being the friendly ghost and good negotiator that he was, it calmed down almost instantly.
Carly ran onstage and stared in awe at the giant flytrap. “Oh my God,” she recited, “I don’t believe it.”
While Audrey II was supposed to say, “Believe it, baby. It talks,” this plant just stared at her.
“Psst!” Carly whispered, hoping no one saw her turn off her microphone, “Wolfie, say your line.”
The plant began to emit a rumbling growl, and she feigned realization of…
“You…you’re a…a…real…”she stammered before slumping to the ground in a dramatic faint.
The audience and cast watched horrified as this scene unfolded. “Woah, what’s happening, dude?” exclaimed Slither.
“Oh no,” Ra gasped, “Audrey II has been replaced with a real Venus flytrap.”
“Who would pull off such a stunt,” cried Mantha.
“Quick, someone has to help Carly,” said Casper. Needless to say, none of them would be taking home an Oscar anytime soon.
Thatch looked out to the stage at his fallen damsel in distress, and knew what had to be done. He didn’t have much of a reputation for being a hero.
But he wasn’t going to let her leave him that easily.
People were scrambling over each other to escape the auditorium as the plant inched ever closer to Carly’s vulnerable form, and just when it was about to clamp its jaws shut over her…
The plant looked up from its prey to see Thatch flying overhead. “Come and get it,” he teased.
As the plant attempted to swat the little bat down like a mosquito, he noticed a loose electrical cord from one of the lights, grabbed it, and attached it to one of the plant’s exposed roots. The shock affected not just them, but Carly too, and when the plant exploded, it sent them both flying.
Thatch quickly recovered from the impact and adjusted his costume’s (now broken) glasses. “Carly,” he gasped when he ran to her, then noticing some creatures still in the audience, “I-I mean Audrey.”
He tried to stay in character, and tried even harder not to cry as he held her. “Oh, Audrey, please don’t die.”
Carly struggled to speak. “C’mon, you can do it. Say your line,” Thatch told her, before her eyelids fluttered shut and her body went slack in his arms.
The curtain began to close as he hugged her tight. “I’m sorry Carly,” he whispered, “I’m sorry I didn’t make it to you in time; I’m sorry I’m such a jerk; I’m sorry for everything.”
Thatch was grateful that no one could see him in this state as an acidic tear rolled down his cheek and sizzled onto Carly’s arm.
His gasp was one of surprise and relief when he heard her wince. “Carly?”
She pushed away from him, gentler than last time, and said, “If I had known you cried acid, and that you were gonna blubber like a baby, maybe I would’ve done this differently.”
“Wait a minute,” he asked, “you weren’t really in danger?”
“Well, I think we know who the better actor is.”
“You were faking this whole time,” he said angrily.
“Thatch, calm down,” Carly said, “you are making way too big a deal out of this.”
“What’s the big deal,” he exclaimed, “I thought you were dead! Do you have any idea how devastated I was? You could’ve at least told me it was fa-“
“Oh, just shut up and kiss me!”
Thatch had never expected to be on the receiving end of the kiss, and it caught him slightly off guard. Even though this was what he wanted, he was also confused. Why had her feelings changed so suddenly?
“I don’t understand,” he said once they’d parted.
“Thatch, you thought I was in trouble, so you tried to save me,” she told him, “which proves you care about someone other than yourself.”
Thatch felt his cheeks grow hot and realized he must’ve been blushing like a fool. “So…does that mean that you, uh, want to be my girlfriend?”
Carly placed a finger on her chin, appearing to think long and hard about her answer, though he already knew what it was. “On one condition,” she said, “we never tell anyone about us. The only people who know are Casper, Ra, Mantha, and Wolfie, and I’d like to keep it that way.”
Thatch agreed. He didn’t even want to think about what his gang would do to him if they found out he was dating a fleshie. “My lips are sealed.”
They had made it halfway to the door before they let go of each other’s hands.
Finally! Bet you thought it would never happen, didn’t you?
Stay tuned. There’s more to this story!