AN: Gay title is gay. xD Lol yeah yeah yeah, I'm starting another one. BUT THIS ONE IS DIFFERENT! (And may or may not become a slash…it depends on what you guys want - And that right there was supposed to have a strike through it but ff is a rawr and won't let me.) So I hope you guys like Reno. I love him.

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He didn't feel like going to school. So he didn't. Besides, it wasn't like anyone would care. His uncle certainly didn't. But it wasn't like he had anything else to do. There wasn't much. He had a job down at the gas station, but today was his day off. So he walked to the broken wall outside of the village. There were broken bottles, cigarette butts, things he didn't even wanna touch.

The Latino sixteen year old kept his hands in the pockets of his worn jeans as he walked down the road, head down. The sun was warm on his bare back and he kept his mind focused on the heat. As soon as he got to his destination, he hopped up on the wall and pulled the crushed carton of cigarettes out of his back pocket, along with the lighter. The boy scowled. He only had three left. He'd stop by the gas station on his way home to get a few more packs. But for now, he'd smoke what he had.

And the day had been rather uneventful until he had gotten home. He'd misjudged, and now he had a black eye. He lay on the blanket that was his bed, listening to his uncle swear at the radio. He remembered when he used to cry. But that never happened anymore. If he cried, his uncle would just hit him harder.

He hadn't been aware that he had fallen asleep until he had woken up and the silver light of the moon through his window had splashed on his body. There was also an old piece of paper on the dirt floor next to him. He picked it up and held it in the light, trying to read it. He spoke better English than he could read, and some of the words were unfamiliar. But he could read "trouble with the living" just fine. He sounded out the rest of it, his voice barely a whisper. Then he blinked, looking at the letter combinations of the last word, repeated three times. They were strange and he had no idea how to handle them. But then the letters changed.

"Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice?"

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AN: aaaaaand that's all for now.