Disclaimer: I, nor my co – writer, own anything to do with Monster High or anything else such as song lyrics or anything like that – nothing do we own except for the plot of this story. Thank you!

Full Summary: Everything happens for a reason. It's senior year for some monsters (while others have graduated) and there's about to be a certain life changing event happen. How will the old gang react to this new change, especially when it involves their good friends? Decisions, decisions. Rated T.

NOTES: Since there is no actual first/full name for Bloodgood that I've found, if there is don't hesitate to share it but I couldn't find one so I've created one to give to her, plus a background story. =] Hope you enjoy!

A / n: Hello guys! We're back ;D This is our new Abbey x Heath story. I've been itching to do this one for awhile, since the middle of Rhinestones, but I thought it'd be respectful to finish one before starting another XD So... if you enjoyed Rhinestones, you'll probably like this one. Don't forget to R & R! It's always appreciated.

Let It Burn

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"I guess I will give you chance." Abbey Bominable said with a warm smile. The male before her could hardly contain his surprised expression. He had quite a difficult time believing what was going on right in front of him, before his own eyes.

"You mean it?" He inquired, the shock settling in.

"Yes, I mean this. But dating and wooing Abbey is no easy task." She told him sternly. "I am not just prize to be won. Female needs adoration and affection. Fail and no longer will you have chance, understood?"

"Yes! Yes Abbey, I do."

::~*~::

"The strands in your eyes, that color them wonderful stop me and steal my breath. And emeralds from mountains thrust towards the sky – never revealing their depth. Tell me, that we belong together, dress it up with the trappings of love. I'll be captivated, I'll hang from your lips. Instead of the gallows of heartache, that hang from above." Sometimes, when words couldn't be said... or couldn't explain feelings, music always did.

"I'll be, your cryin' shoulder. I'll be love's suicide. I'll be better when I'm older, I'll be the greatest, fan of your life..." Heath sighed as he stopped there in mid – song. Well, the beginning of the song actually, but as much as he loved music – very dearly – he just couldn't concentrate on this anymore. He set his acoustic guitar down and let out a sigh, flopping backwards to lie across his bed.

Abbey. The only ghoul who could mix him up so much, he could hardly say his name. They'd been dating for quite some time now. Actually, tomorrow would mark two whole years for them.

It was crazy! He really didn't expect she'd want to stay with him for so long, but she did. She never really gave him direct hints as to whether he was being up to her standards as a boyfriend, which was an insecurity that grew with him, but obviously if he was doing a terrible job, she would've let him know long before now, right?

Surely she would.

He picked up his iCoffin and decided to compose a text message. Hey baby, how are you?

::~*~::

Vomiting had to be one of the nastiest things in the world, or at least to Abbey it felt like it. After relieving her upset stomach she let out a sigh. This was getting quite tiring. This woke her out of bed in the middle of the night on and off for the past three or four weeks now. During the day she was alright, but the night hours seemed to feel like hell.

Her iCoffin suddenly vibrated. She looked down, narrowing her eyes at first. Who the hell wanted to annoy her now?

"Oh... it's you." She huffed, but picked up her iCoffin and decided to reply. I am okay, not great, but not too bad.

There, that should hold him off for awhile whilst he had to spell out his answer. She giggled at the thought as she plopped on her soft bed, setting her iCoffin next to her. As her eyes drifted shut, the electronic device vibrated again. "Stop that," she told it angrily, picking it up. Aww, I'm sorry to hear that. You want me to get you anything? I'm not busy and... I'd really like to see you, even if it's only five minutes. =]

She couldn't help but to give a smile upon reading that text. Heath was very sweet with her and she'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy the good treatment. That wasn't the only reason she was with him of course, it was just a bonus really. Hmm, I don't really need much of anything. Mistress Bloodgood is actually making me soup, I can smell it nomnomnom :3 If... you want to come over for dinner, well my dinner, you can. But you don't have to.

Abbey swore she only closed her eyes for a few minutes before she heard pebbles pelting her window. That was Heath's specific sign that he was downstairs, so she knew it was him and no one else. She opened up her bay bedroom window and she did her best to hide a smile as he waved up to her. She gave a single wave and shut the window again.

"Oh no, what do I wear?" She lightly gasped as she took a look down at her soft blue satin pajama bottoms and plain black tank top. Oh, and her simple but cozy slippers. Grabbing a sweater, that was ironically Heath's hoodie, which still smelled like him too (yummy), she put it on, zipped it up and headed down the stairs.

Coming down the winding wooden stair case that led into the living room, she made a turn around the bottom of the stair case towards the front door. She looked around before opening it and stepping outside, just to make sure the coast was clear. "Hey my favorite ghoul!" He greeted rather loudly, in which she grabbed him by his shirt, pulled him towards her and planted a rather steamy kiss upon his lips.

"Shh, quiet." She reminded him finally, after both of them needing to part for air.

"Right, sorry babe." He told her with a smile, lowering the volume of his voice right away. "So, what soup will you be having tonight?"

Abbey raised an eyebrow. "I do not know, did not think to ask." She said simply.

He wrapped his arms around her. "I'm sorry you're not feeling well. I stopped to get you a little something." He pulled out a small sized arctic fox stuffed animal. "I... kinda figured because, where you're from... there's tons of snow and -"

She visibly smiled, "This is very thoughtful and kind, many thanks." Heath knew she adored it, when she hugged him. His warm frame, keeping her cold one level. Sometimes, she did enjoy being warm. It was a rarity, but still.

"You're more than welcome and completely worth it." He softly brushed her hair back, kissing her forehead. They were enjoying this moment, until there was a knock on the window of the front door. Abbey turned around and both she and Heath innocently waved to Bloodgood, who lightly tapped her wrist, signaling for them to hurry up before the drapes replaced her presence.

"My apologies," She began, ready to argue her point, but Heath simply kissed her cheek. The way he knew how to comfort her completely without her even saying anything was that of astonishing. Heath knew exactly what to do, when to do it and never ceased to amaze her.

"No need to apologize, it's a bit chilly. You go lie down for awhile, okay? Text me if you want, I'll be waiting to hear from you." He kindly suggested, but told her also.

"Alright, I will do that." She told him, a big smile upon her face. "Heath?"

"Yes?"

"Adore you, I do." She told him, nuzzling her nose to his cheek.

He smiled, "I adore you too."

::~*~::

Grace Amelia Bloodgood blew the bangs of her hair out her face as she set down the nice, warm bowl of soup in front of Abbey. "Careful, it's hot to the touch dear." She warned, to which Abbey smiled and gave a curt nod, understanding completely.

She still talked in her accent of course, but Abbey could understand a lot more of the language than she could when she first arrived here. "Thank you." She couldn't wait to dig into this amazing looking soup. If it tasted even one millionth of how it smelled, it'd probably be her new favorite meal! "I have question, if you do not mind answering."

In all of her time spent at Grace's home, she knew her well enough to know things that she liked – her style of clothing, what movies she enjoyed, everything but.. her past experiences. "Of course Abbey, I'll try to answer it if I can."

The adolescent watched as the woman poured her own bowl of soup. "You, have been in relationship obviously," Abbey began hesitantly as she looked down at Grace's left hand, where a beautiful wedding ring still sat, despite what had happened.

"Ah, is this relationship advice?" She inquired with a small smile, "I was married for over two decades... but even still, I might not have solid advice that would interest you, but I can try."

Abbey shrugged as she had her first spoonful of soup. It was amazing!

"I just want to ask," She took the napkin that was placed next to her and dabbed the sides of her mouth ever so elegantly. "what... happened? Why, is Mr. Bloodgood no longer?"

As hard of a question it was, Grace knew it would only be a matter of time until Abbey actually asked her about it, or showed interest in a relationship period, so it didn't surprise her as much as she thought it might. "Well sweetheart, my... late husband, Sean -"

"Late?"

She gave a small nod, "Passed away, no longer here – dead in the literal sense." She explained softly, to which she could tell Abbey automatically felt bad for asking. But she always encouraged her to ask if she didn't understand, so it wasn't her fault by any means for asking clarification. "He was 'normie'. And well, he died of a 'common' illness they told his family. I don't even know why they told his family, they abandoned him after... he chose to spend his life with me, over his family. He gave up everything he had, to call me his wife. We had been together for quite some time and I grew to love him so very dearly with every moment that passed. He requested to be moved the hospital here, they told him that they didn't know much about normie illness, but he didn't care. He said he knew that he wasn't going to last much longer and that he wanted to spend the remaining time he had, with me. And... he did. He took his last breath in my arms." She let out a weary sigh. "The only advice I would even have to give to you – is if you love someone, don't let anger, regret, fear – anything, keep you away from them. You never know how much time you have left with them."

Abbey nodded as she reached out and gave Grace's hand a comforting pat, "Thank you, for sharing with me. You did not have to."

"Oh I know that," Grace gave a soft smile, "but I wanted to. Now... let me ask you something."

Abbey nodded as she ate a few more spoonfuls of the delicious soup. "Of course, it is only fair."

"Do you... trust me?" Abbey looked to see if Grace showed any signs of 'joking' but, it seemed she didn't. Hmm, this was peculiar.

"But of course I do, why would I not?" Dipping a nice, warm, freshly made dinner roll into her soup, she awaited her answer.

Grace smirked, "Well... this illness has been plaguing you for awhile, maybe it's... not going to go away any time soon." She didn't think Abbey would catch on to her hint.

"I do not understand, my apologies."

Grace let out a smile, "After our soup... we're going out."

Well, that was about as clear as mud to Abbey. Maybe she'd get it soon?

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