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.
So what do you think? Let me know!
