"Whadda ya mean you're going to New York?"
Lydia Deetz looked up from where she had been busy packing her belongings in a box. Her best friend and self-proclaimed "ghost with the most" was looking out at her from her mirror. Moving a strand of her long ebony hair from her face, Lydia sighed. "Beej, we have gone over this…I dunno...maybe a billion times. I am going to New York for that internship for Times magazine." Beetlejuice squashed his face against the cold glass. He made his eyes get as big as dinner plates and pouted. Lydia only glanced up in fake annoyance. "How can you leave a face like this, babes?"
"By getting in my car tomorrow morning and getting on the highway." The Goth replied as she wrestled with the box tape. The poltergeist materialized himself in an ice block, "Ouch. That was cold, Lyds." Lydia groaned and gave up with said tape and threw the box to join the others by her door. Turning to her mirror, she leaned over and got nose-to-glass with her best friend. Beetlejuice gulped and stared back into his friend's dark gray eyes. Ever since Lydia had gotten older, the ghost had noticed she was actually very pretty. Intimidating as hell when she was mad, but still pretty. Right now, she seemed more amused than mad though. Yay him.
Lydia smiled, "B.J., they have mirrors in New York. It's not like I'm leaving you." The heavy feeling in his chest lightened up without him even realizing it was there. "I even convinced Father and Delia to let me go on my own so you can make the drive with me. So wipe off that sad look." True to nature, Beetle juice literally wiped his features off and opened his palm. "Thanks, babes." His hand/face said. Lydia laughed but stopped when she heard a knock on her door. "Pumpkin? Are you on the phone?" her father's voice made both ghost and girl freeze. Thinking fast, Lydia dove for the phone by her bed. "Uh, yeah Pru…Oh! Come in Father! Yeah…ok sounds good. I gotta go. Bye!" she made a big deal of dropping the earpiece back in the cradle as Charles Deetz walked in the room.
"Hey, sweetie. All packed and ready to go?" Charles eyed the various boxes and bags piled by his daughter's door. Lydia nodded, "All except for what I need tonight and tomorrow morning. I want to leave kinda early."
"In that case, I'll start loading your car. Oh, Delia wants to take you out tonight. Think you can be ready in an hour?" Charles started stacking boxes and lifting them. Lydia silently rolled her eyes, " Sure, Dad. I'll go get ready now."
"Curb the enthusiasm babes." Beej laughed when Charles had closed the door. Lydia gave him a raspberry and moved to her closet. She had left a few of her nicer clothes in their place, since she would only be returning for special occasions. She chose a dark green dress that had black straps and a large black belt. The neckline was a little low but Delia had picked it out. "Stay out of the bathroom, Beetle-perv." The young woman half joked as she rushed for the bathroom. "You insult my honor!" the only-slightly offended dead man yelled.
Soon he heard a shower start and decided to go annoy Monster Across the Street while his babes got ready.