Disclaimer: Beetlejuice and all things movie related, including dialogue, belong to Tim Burton and Geffen and Warner Bros and all that crowd.
Howdy, Beetlejuice fans. This is my first fic about our favourite Ghost with the Most, just a quick one shot based on Lydia's first meeting (face to face, not face to snake) with Beetlejuice. Most of the dialogue is directly from the movie, with my own insights into BJ's head. Feel free to give me all kinds of feedback, positive or otherwise. Thanks and enjoy!
Soundtrack: "Do You Like It" – Our Lady Peace
First EncountersI just wanna get out
Stuck inside of this
Waiting for something else
Waiting to exist
Can you offer me help,
Help for what I've missed?
-- Do You Like It, Our Lady Peace
Oh yeah.
She would do just fine.
Pale, dark hair, shadows under her eyes. For a breather, she was damned good looking.
Bit young, maybe, but kids grew up, and he had all the time in the world to wait. Once he was out, of course.
She was looking for the hapless dead couple, but they had been summoned to see Juno, no doubt to get an earful for letting him out.
"Where are you?" Her dulcet tones sounded just above his head. "Dead," he supplied helpfully. "Dead, dead, deadski."
Her dark eyes darted around the room for a second before coming to rest on him. "Of course they're dead, they're ghosts," she retorted, her voice rife with teenage superiority.
"No, I mean they're gone. Split. Outta here. Afterlife kids. Deceased."
She pulled the gauzy veil she wore off her face, leaning closer. "Are you a ghost too?"
He grinned. "I'm the Ghost with the Most, babe," he replied airily. He pulled the eyeshade off, leaning forward in his chair to meet her gaze. "Ya know, you look like somebody I can relate to. Maybe you could help me get outta here."
She wasn't stupid, he would give her that much, but even so, it was easy to fast-talk her into guessing his name.
"Beetle drink? Beetle…uh…Beetle…juice?"
Oh, his name had never sounded as good as it did coming from her pale lips. "Yes, that's it!"
"Your name's Beetlejuice?"
He had to resist the urge to moan out loud. This was practically orgasmic, and they weren't even married yet. He settled for a triumphant shout. "Ah, ya said it twice. Just say it once more. Come on."
Her pretty face took on a suspicious look. "It was you, wasn't it? The snake." She nodded knowingly.
Damn. She was onto him.
"Me? Ah, you kids and your imagination! Just say it."
"No, I want to talk to Barbara."
"No, you don't-need-ta-talk-ta-Barbara," he gritted out. So close, he was so close he could taste it. Just once more was all he needed. Then he'd sweep up this little girl, get hitched, and be free, free, free…
"Just. Say. It."
Her lips parted once more and he leaned out over the railing of the whorehouse balcony, practically shivering with anticipation. "C'mon!" he cried, so wrapped up in the near release that he failed to notice the door open and Mister and Missus Wuss come back into the attic. "Just say it!"
She leaned toward him, bending over the model and bringing her dusky eyes and alabaster skin closer, when Whatshisface and Whatshername bounded over, both of them looking like something out of a third grader's Halloween decoration. She screamed, darting away from them, and he snarled, knowing that he'd lost her.
"Just say it!" he tried one last time, leaning too far over the railing and toppling off the roof.
Recovering quickly from his fall, he paced back and forth in a tiny circuit, only half listening to the buffoons above him as they talked with that empty-headed, pretty little twit. He snarled up at her. So close, he'd been so close, and then The Morons had to ruin everything. If only she had just listened!
He slowed his frantic walk. She'd come around. All he needed was to wait for the right moment.
Oh yeah.
She would do just fine.
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