Author Note:

I do not own Beetlejuice or any characters, places, or things related to the series. I also do not own "Untouched" by the Veronica's on which this story is semi-based on. I got the idea while listening to it. All of these things are the property of their respective owners. This story is strictly for entertainment purposes and is not in anyway being used with the intent of making a profit. So...don't sue me...really...all you'll get is a broken down car. :)


It's inevitable that humans grow up. This was something that the self proclaimed "Ghost with the Most" had prepared for. What he was not prepared for was loosing his best friend. In the back of his mind he always knew it might happen, but he never gave it more than a passing thought. After all, she was his best friend! How could she ever forget him?

It started out slow. Once she turned fifteen he noticed their romps in the Neitherworld were getting scarce. He tossed it off as her being exhausted from school work and the like. At seventeen, her callings became less frequent. He spent many nights pacing back and forth by his mirror, the link to her world, waiting for her call him. Then at eighteen, the year he had been waiting for, it stopped all together.

Night after night, day after day he waited. Time meant nothing for the dead. Time meant everything to him. The more time passed, the more he missed her. The more time passed, the more his after life began to loose meaning. The more time passed, the more he thought. The more time passed, the more he began to revert back to his old self.

Looking back on his after life before the skinny Goth girl, Beetlejuice was a force to be reckoned with. He drank himself silly most nights, reeked havoc on both the Outerworld and the Neitherworld. Nothing in either world could control him. He was mean, ill tempered, and defiantly not someone you wanted to be around.

The change was a drastic welcome to the Neitherworld. Something about the breather made him tone down his destructive ways. It was easier for those in charge to limit his abilities to travel between worlds. It wasn't until Lydia ultimately stopped summoning him that Beetlejuice realized just how much of his powers they managed to steal from him. It was that realization that caused the poltergeist to inevitably snap.

Beetlejuice was back and there wasn't a god damn thing anyone was going to do to stop it. If it was so easy for her to forget him, surely it was something the "Ghost with the Most" could do.

Couldn't he?