I don't own, no matter how much I wish I did, it's not mine, nor are it characters; those belong to my one of my hero, and idols, Tim Burton.

`Beeteljuice! Beeteljuice! Beeteljuice! ` Lydia called from her room

With a crash of thunder, and an eerie laugh echoed her room.

; You know Lyds; I could have been in a shower. `

`Like that would ever happen, you and shower in the same sentence! Ha! ` She laughed.

Lydia and Beeteljuice have grown up a lot since there first encounter, Lydia was almost eight teen know, and, well, Beeteljuice, he will never grow up.

`What wrong Lyds? `

`Claire happened! She gets under my skin. `

`What did she do this time? `

`She pushed my friends into the guy's bathroom, slashed my tire, wrote, fat cow on my locker, and spilt water over my English paper! `

` Wow, and I thought I was devious. `

Lydia had tear stains on her pale checks; Claire was not getting away with this one! No one and I mean no one will ever hurt my best friend if I have anything to do about it!

`Beeteljuice, I know that face, don't go get any ideas. `

`Don't worry Lyds, I won`t. `

`Promise me Beej. `

`Cross my heart, hope to, oh wait, too late, promise Lyds. `

But Betty Juice didn't.

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