This is for Tellmeprettylies

This isn't going to be as fun as it could be because all the best characters weren't around until after this story happened. This isn't for all the others; this is for a ship that could use some canons.

Oh, and I cannot keep up with the puns like the pros can. So if you try to be a nerd and correct me on how things are really called then go ahead- I know how to work a delete button.

In the Wolf family living room there was a bookshelf of Monster High Fearbooks. The Katy Scary concert was still a few hours away so Frankie took down the Fearbook of the year before she enrolled.

She was flipping through the pages of "Voted Most Likely…" when she came across a picture that shocked her so much her bolts almost set fire to the Wolfs' couch.

Clawdeen was applying the curling iron to Draculaura's hair when they were interrupted by a door busting open.

"Who- when- how the- say what?!" Frankie couldn't form the rights words because it was such a freaky situation.

"Frankie, are your stitches loose? I got a needle around here some where." Clawdeen looked around the corners of her room.

"Why didn't anyone ever tell me about this?!" Frankie put the Fearbook page to their faces, a finger pointing to the disturbing picture.

The two ghouls looked at what she was shrieking about, then started laughing.

"Dalk about back from de grave!" Draculura's tried to cover her little fangs as she giggled.

Through the chuckling the werewolf said, "We never did make it up to Deuce for that, but it's been sooo long!"

"You guys went on Photo-Chop-Shop and made this to hurt Deuce? What could've ever happened to make you guys do this!" Frankie was almost scared of what they weren't telling her.

"Ghoul, relax there's an explanation for all this. But I gotta warn you; it's doesn't have a very happy ending." Clawdeen warned her as the little vampire took Frankie's hand to pat it soothingly.

Being the leader of the Fearleading squad was an honor and a burden. Cleo loved the power- any kind will do- and had the most talent and creativity of anyone else on the team. She was the best ghoul for the job. Yet despite all her qualifications and the unspoken respect she got from the squad, their former captain (and beetle in her moisturizer) her sister, Nefera, continued to talk down to her about how to rule.

Standing in the shadows was not what Princesses did. The older mummy refused to let the other have a spot in the sun. Even if Nefera had graduated Monster High and wasn't in the country, she kept tabs on Cleo. She kept Cleo informed of whom she'd never live up to.

Talking this with a grain of salt, Cleo stayed cool and on top of the pressure. Nefera was in her head, but not in Cleo's way to reign in this school. To serve her in this great rule was the ever-loyal brains behind the operation: Ghoulia. Never spoke but had enough ingenuity to keep the empire in Cleo's hands running smooth as silk.

There was also the Top Dog on campus, and the best boyfriend a girl could hope to catch: Clawd Wolf. Clawd was a great boyfriend; popular, handsome, tall, cleans up nice when you tell him the right things to wear. On the arm of any ghoul he'd make the couple look good. With Cleo de Nile on his beefy arm they were blinding.

As far as looks went, they were the beast. Yep, they complimented each other nicely, Clawd respected Cleo's vanity and she respected his uncontrollable enthusiasm for sports. In public, they were ideal.

When not in public, they respected each other's differences more by not bothering one another until situation called for it.

Outside the Wolf house Clawd was playing ball with a new pal of his. The guy was good, knew how to play hard without ever letting his sunglasses slip off. The wolfman recommended he go out for the team, but snake-haired boy politely let him down. Something about not being into competition and all that. He had a good humor about him too. Clawd liked that and invited him to watch the televised game at Cleo's house.

"Since when do you have a girlfriend?" The gorgon asked as he threw his friend the casket ball.

Clawd hadn't noticed he never mentioned her before. "For a while now. I didn't tell you?"

"Nope, known you for a month and I the only women mentioned were your sisters, mother, grandma, teachers and that gnome neighbor." Deuce wasn't being pushy, just honestly curious about the lack of ghoulfriend talk.

Clawd modestly shrugged. "I have more sisters than girlfriends- unlike some other dudes I can point to round here." The werewolf smirked at he threw the ball in the hoop.

"So I date, it's fun." The snakes on his head hissed in agreement.

"If it were a sport, you'd be pro right about now." The big dude joked, and then went a little serious in wonder; "I don't get how you do it- one ghoul after another after another."

"I'm not Jack the Ripper, just a dude who gets bored easy." Not wanting to sound like he was bragging about boring old stuff, Deuce tried to lighten it. "Some of us haven't been hit by Cupid yet."

Clawd didn't comment; he roughly threw the ball at Deuce. It was all for play, Clawd gave a growl, Deuce's hair gave a hiss and then he accepted the invite to the De Nile House.

By Cleo's loud request, Clawd's friends were all to take their shoes off before entering her home. Her servants made the large living room 'guest appropriate' but the princess still demanded that they touch as little as possible.

The TV was the center of attention, not her, so Cleo wasn't having as much fun at this pow-wow as she should've. She watched her boyfriend cheer and punch his friends. The mummy tried to get his attention by putting on better clothes or complaining she needed things but didn't gain his attention. She pouted on the love seat.

Remembering pouting was not what future queens did Cleo tried to strike up conversation with a girlfriend that came along. Unfortunately, none of the ghouls that came along were dressed well enough to talk to. Bored to tears, Cleo walked hotly into her kitchen. She'd usually ask someone else to get her a snack, but she needed the excuse to leave the room.

In her kitchen she saw someone at the fridge, door wide open. Not giving anyone permission to be that welcomed in her home Cleo made an 'ah-hem' sound, very loudly.

The guest raised his green head, and looked at the ghoul. Depending on the perspective, you could think the first meeting went two ways.

One way had the two young monsters just looked at one another. One way was The Mummy's daughter saw through the boy's sunglasses and shot into his soul. Medusa's son saw a radiant force of nature return to earth.

The other way was Cleo saw this stranger as a rude guest that needed a good verbal-spanking.

"Do you need a sign that says only drink what's provided to you?" She drily asked.

"Miss De Nile I presume, very nice place you have here." Deuce couldn't say the same for her hostess skills.

"Amazing you can see that through those foggy glasses. We're inside in case no one's told you that either." She put her hands on her hips, waiting for him to close her fridge and apologize.

"I could take them off, but I wouldn't enjoy being responsible for you being cold, hard and unhuggable." Underneath the glasses he was eyeing her up and down; nice package but terrible mouth. I mean the lips are full and great, and what comes out of them…

With her high eyebrows narrowing, Cleo just nearly screeched. "Are you implying something!?"

"No, I wasn't intentionally. Sorry if that's how you received it." He finally closed the fridge door, not wanting to get into a confrontation with his friend's ghoul. He had a cup of ice for his drink.

"Do you know whom you are talking to!?" She said loud enough that she knew Clawd and the others could hear her.

"Gods, you can hit octaves." The gorgon was about to calmly sip his cup and leave her before she got too upset. "I'll let myself out, ma'm"

Deuce meant the ma'm thing to be respectable. Cleo thought he was calling her old. In all truth, she was over five thousand years old, but only a jerk would call her a hag as he just had.

She took his cup and splashed it in his face. "Now you are permitted to leave."

A ghoul had never done that to him before. If she were a dude Deuce might've decked him; but she was a girl…a babe even.

"Nice meeting you." Deuce took off his glass, and with his eyes shut he wiped his glasses on his shirt.

Walking past the fuming Cleo, Deuce called out for a girl named Elflen.

A part of Cleo felt guilty for letting her temper get hold of her like that. The majority of her remembered she was royalty and that was license to do whatever she wanted. Everyone else just had to work around her. She stood alone in the kitchen.

…

Deuce was unimpressed by fearleaders because an ex-girlfriend-ballerina. The relationship only lasted a week and a half but he heard enough about how inefficient fearleaders were in the preforming arts world to be sick of bubble-brained fearleaders and pretentious ballerinas.

What they lacked in preforming skill, they made up for in lack of skirt.

The ghoul Deuce went to the field for was a funny Cyclops named Tilly. Noticing Cleo's screeching voice, Deuce smirked a little. He waited until she told them to take a very short break, took a drink out of a blue-long-haired zombie girl and said,

"So do you squirt water when these poor ghouls mess up, or I am just lucky?"

She didn't turn around, he saw Cleo raise her head- probably to angle her nose higher. "Ghoulia, tell the beetle in my smoothie to bug off."

The cute little zombie moaned nicely, "It's best you don't stick around."

"I'm not gonna, I just wanted to apologize for, ya know, what happened" He smiled kindly and added, "Could you tell her that?"

"Will you accept his apology?" Ghoulia asked in a slow moan; it didn't take away from the intelligence in her eyes.

The zombie noticed Cleo's eyes change size for a second. For second longer she stayed on her high hippogriff. "Tell him I may consider accepting his apology. Maybe."

"She says maybe." Ghoulia kept her disbelief to herself. The Cleo she knew would sooner set fire to rain than try even something this close to empathy. And yet she had Ghoulia be her in-between than just demand Deuce jump in a crocodile infested river.

Happy to not have an enemy, Deuce was going to say something nice about her commanding voice, but before he spoke two hands covered his glasses.

Tilly was just being silly, she didn't know how touchy Deuce was about people touching his sunglasses. He didn't comment, just gently moved her hands and turned around to face her pretty eye.

Her one violet eye was gleeful as she told him how her Vrolley-ball practice went. Taking Deuce's attention away that day was to be the reason Cleo would put soap in her contact lens. It would be a week later in gym, but the poor ghoul had no clue about the connection that was being made.

What the Egyptian princess gathered in that short time was Deuce liked getting ghouls to like him. He was a philandering snake with a checklist and that disgusted her.

"Oh you almost had me going!" Cleo was now facing Deuce and his Cyclops with her face was not happy.

"Say what now?" Deuce asked, a little intrigued the Fearleading Captain wanted his attention.

"Listen to me, bad-dye job! (Her fingers pointed dramatically at Tilly) I don't know by how much, but seriously, you could do better than- (venom in her tone) this!"

Deuce should have been insulted but he was distracted by the dramatic way she moved her hands while she talked. The ghoul was attempting to humiliate him again, for little reason, and all he did was wonder how many layers of bandage were tied around Cleo.

Mr. Gray, Monster High's haughty art teacher, was lecturing about his glory days in 1890. The happy days of hedonism where what preached about for hours, which didn't bother the students very much. They spent the class time just hanging out. As long as they drew a single dot on a canvas, it pleased Mr. Gray could 'see inside' the artist's soul and find the deeper meaning behind it all.

One little pink vampire was lightly painting her self-portrait. Since her last portrait, a good thirty years ago, the lacy darling needed an update on how she looked. Draculuara worked from memory of her old portrait, and added lots of little hearts and new things for fun.

The paint blotching of frills was put on pause for a moment to watch the confrontation across the room from her. Lip-reading Lala wasn't killer at, but the body language was fun to interpret.

"Cleo's fighting vith de gorgeous gorgon again," She happily whispered to her beast-friend, Clawdeen.

The werewolf didn't think very highly of Cleo, but humored her friend.

"That boy should just stone her already," When Clawdeen smiled, her canine fangs showed, "We'd get a break from Cleo the Vile."

Being the bigger monster wasn't getting him anywhere with Cleo, so Deuce dropped the indifference a bit. "If you were dude, I'd knock your teeth in."

Hearing this actually lit something in Cleo, she couldn't see past the indifference and that blindness bugged her.

"So prove you're a man." Cleo pushed, she dipped her paintbrush in blue. They kept their eyes on their canvases, but were sitting close enough to whisper.

Deuce made a little fake laugh. "That's a woman's argument." He had red paint and a limited amount of patience for this princess's attitude.

"I can smell their tension from here." Clawdeen told her favorite ghoul.

The two ghouls watched Deuce say one more thing from the side of his mouth then Cleo gasped in disbelief.

"Oh Drama~!" Draculuara had nothing personal against either of them. It was just kind of fun for her to watch.

With her brush dripping with blue, Cleo marked Deuce's painting with wide brush marks. His reaction was a scowl and putting a hand in his red paint. He marked Cleo's painting, to make them even but she wasn't having that.

With everyone but the teacher watching, Cleo and Deuce viciously attacked each other's paintings until they ran out of room on the canvases and went after each other's faces. No one got hurt, they just finger-painted one another with soft pushes and passionate mark patterns.

When the bell rang to change classes, a mostly teal-colored Deuce went west to meet his Lamassu date. Cleo stormed the east to wash the red paint from her face and hair- everything else could be replaced by a phone call to one of her thousands of servants.

The other students went to look at the feuding monsters' paintings. They weren't studied for long; the pictures were mostly angry purple splatters that made no sense to anyone.

Anyone not named Mr. Gray.

"My my my, such passion, such rapture- who ever did this (his porcelain skin gestured to Cleo's canvas), is one hundred different feelings at once however, enamored seems to be the conqueror."

Clawdeen and Draculuara were the last ones left to listen.

As he looked at Deuce's canvas, he grabbed his chest and said, "Oh Muse there you have gone- you've engulfed this random pupil and filled him or her with so much… un cas de force majeure…it's tragic, it's beautiful, it's so Bryonic."

He looked down at the two girls past his high pointing nose. "I'm sorry, you probably don't know who that is."

Only hearing the romantic talk from her teacher, Draculuara cupped her hands and sighed. "Aww, dis is sooo romantic! Do you know vhat dese means?"

"My brother's got some competition for a gaudy trophy?" Clawdeen had her claws on her hip, unimpressed with either person's 'work of art'.

"Oh! Do you dink dey'll run away dogether to avoid his wrath?!" she clapped her little hands in excitement.

"I like the part about Cleo running away so, sure, we'll hope for that."