Hey you guys! I came home from a playoff game last night and started writing the ninth chapter to MAYBE, but this idea was sprung into my twisted mind. I hope that you guys like this one. It's a bit longer than my usual chapters. So I think it will be a good read. I don't really have a clue where it's going to go, but I do have an idea or two about how I'm going to get there. If you guys have any suggestions, I'd love them. Remember to review. I love reviews. If I get five reviews on this, then I'll go on. Or if one of my favorite FF readers reviews saying they want more, you know I'll write more! Here is Chapter One of: BREATHER.

Chapter One:

Just Drop Dead

Beetlejuice glared through the mirror at Lydia Deetz and wondered how she could just continue her everyday life like nothing had ever happened between the two of them. True, she didn't want anything to do with him…didn't want to marry him…he was a dead guy, much older than she, but who really cared? All she had to do was marry him, and he would be free. He would never bother her again. But he knew that things were not that easy. Things were never that easy.

He watched her, waiting for her to slip up, come across some reminder, and call his name three times. That was all he needed…and he wouldn't bother her again. But as he stood there and watched Lydia Deetz, he got a feeling in his gut, a feeling he had never felt before in his entire life…or afterlife. It was a feeling that he had never wanted to feel. Something that could be easily discarded…thrown away with yesterday's trash.

"Don't you know how to leave people alone?" came Juno's angry voice from the door.

"Sure, but I just don't want to leave Lydia Deetz alone," was his reply. And something about that sentence startled him. From the time, three years ago, when he had so rudely been sent back to the Netherworld, he had been fixed on watching the girl. It was true that he didn't want to leave Lydia Deetz alone, but now that sentence had a whole new meaning.

"I don't understand you at all, Beetlejuice. I don't understand how one like you, who has been punished for your past attempts at trying to escape and become part of the world of the living again, could just keep it up. You sit there, and watch Miss Deetz with eyes so full of passion…but what I don't know, is what kind of passion lurks within your mind." Juno sounded concerned. She too watched the girl, who was sitting in the middle of her room, sketching something.

"Passion, huh?" Beetlejuice laughed. "Hey, I guess hate is a passion, too."

"You don't hate the girl Beetlejuice," Juno said, "And if you do, you shouldn't. It's not her fault that she wouldn't marry you. It's yours."

"Humph," was Beetlejuice's reply.

"Now, now, Beetlejuice," Juno said, "I'm leaving. I'd expect you to do the same."

"I ain't leaving. This is my home, and if I want to stand here all day and watch Lydia Deetz, that is my business," came Beetlejuice's harsh reply. "I don't have to do anything."

"Fine, You've been warned though," Juno explained, making her way toward the door, and suddenly she quickly added, "You know you don't hate her."

Beetlejuice swung himself around from the mirror to yell something at Juno, only to find that she was gone. "Like I could ever love a breather," he whispered and then yelled, "I don't love Lydia Deetz. I never have, and I never will."

With those words, the girl's eyes shot up to the mirror, and stared straight at him, only, he knew she couldn't see him. She set her pencil and sketchpad down, and leisurely walked up to the mirror.

"Beetlejuice?" came the girl's shaky voice. "No, I'm only hearing things," she whispered to herself, and shook of the feeling. She sat back down and laughed quietly to herself.

"That was once," Beetlejuice said to himself. But something didn't seem right. How could she have heard him? How could she have known it had come from the mirror? Something wasn't right. Beetlejuice looked down at the girl, with curious eyes. Nothing seemed different about her, except…

His eyes fell upon a tiny band around her finger. It was his ring. She was wearing his ring! Something about that excited Beetlejuice. If his heart had been beating, it would have stopped. If he were breathing, his breath would have stilled. Something about the ring opened some different feeling towards the girl, something Beetlejuice had never felt before towards a living…or un-living soul.

He didn't like this new feeling though, and he wanted to get rid of it. He glared down at the girl, and waited until she was totally fixed on her drawing, before he whispered,

"Just Drop Dead."

Ok, so I don't know how totally longer it is. But it's a start! I hope you enjoyed chapter one. I don't know how chapter two will go, but I'm sure it'll do great if you guys like it. Review! Hearts to all my readers! Until Chapter Two: Let Me Breathe Again.