Hey all! This is just a very, very short story I came up with while listening to my Ipod. It was originally just about a paragraph long, but I decided to make it more detailed. It is still very, very short though. And someones probably already used this idea, but...oh well. Sorry.

Oh and Lydia is older in this fic, I havent decided how old I want her to be so lets just say that she's old enough to have BJ love her and not be a pedo.

Disclaimer; I don't own any characters or the original story or anything like that. Please don't sue. Please.

Enjoy!

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Lydia sat on the edge of her bed. The lights were off, and the curtains drawn. The only light was the small alarm clock on her night-stand, her quiet sobs the only sound cutting the silence. As the cried she mumbled to noone in particular.

'How c-could Beej....cheat on me? I....I thought he l-loved me....but...'

Her sobs grew louder as the image of said poltergeist and that woman...that dead woman...danced through her mind. Lydia had caught him red-handed, his lips pressed against the corpse woman's and her arms wrapped around him lovingly. He had his eyes closed so he hadn't noticed lydia standing in his doorway. She had stared, not sure if what she was seeing was real or just a trick. A few moments had passed until it clicked in her mind. Tears started to roll down her face and she whispered 'home' three times, transporting herself back to her room. The memory brought her so much pain it was hard to bare. She had been so sure that he loved her.

Weeks earlier Beetlejuice had finally admitted to Lydia that he was in love with her. Lydia almost smiled as she remembered how hard it was for him to say that word...love. But all thoughts of smiling faded as the picture of him and that woman ran through her mind once again, and she choked out another sob.

She stood and turned on her lamp, taking the picture of her and Beetlejuice in both hands and staring at it. It was a good picture, his arm around her shoulders and hers wrapped around his waist. They were both smiling. Well, she was smiling, and he was grinning like an idiot, as usual. Back then she had only thought of him as a best friend, but back then a friend was all she wanted. Recently though she had felt...more. And after a few months of denial, she had realized that she loved him. She was ecstatic, though she tried to hide it, when she found out he felt the same way towards her. She wiped away her tears and looked closely at him, wondering how long he had loved her. Then she scowled, realizing that he must have never really loved her at all.

"Why?! Why would he tell me he loved me, and....and then....ARGH!!"

As she cried out she forcefully threw the picture against the wall. She watched the thin wooden frame break apart and fall to the floor. The picture itself fell free and fluttered through the air, landing at her feet. She pulled at her messy dark hair, panting from her outburst. Then sighed, letting her arms fall limp to her sides.

She looked down at the picture, staring, as fresh tears fell and landed soflty onto her bare feet. She wanted to stomp on it, to scream at it, to rip it in half and seperate them forever, but she just...coudn't. She coudn't bring herself to rip herself from him, even in a picture. She loved him to much. Even though he obviously lied about loving her, even though he betrayed her trust, she loved him. He had cared for her when noone else did. He understood her, and she understoood him. They stood up for each other, fought for each other, and neither of them could say no to the other.

"It really seemed like he loved me....I guess not, though." she whispered, tears still rolling down her cheeks. Then she realized something, wide eyed she whispered to herself, "Nothing will be the same now. I'll always hate him for this. I'll never be able to forgive him and I'll hate him."

She stared down at his face in the picture. His laughing grin, his wild blonde hair, and his crazy green eyes.

"But....I'll never be able to stop loving him either....never."

She bent down and scooped up the picture carefully, trying not to smugde it. She hugged it to her chest and sobbed.

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The End. Jeez I didnt know I could write something that small!

Did you like it, hate it, throw something at the screen when you read it? If you did, tell me! Do you want me to continue the story? I'd be happy to write more of it! Oh and by the way, I do want to know what you thought, so go ahead and tell me...but dont leave really looooong messages for reviews, k? I mean, I love critique, but if its going to be really long then send it to me in a message or something, please.

P.S- I know BJ would never cheat on Lydia if they were together, I just thought it would make for an interesting story. And who knows! Maybe he's got a good explanation...