My Life Would Suck Without You-Kelly Clarkson

It really should have been more disturbing to her than it was. He was dead, she was alive: she was pretty sure what they were doing was illegal in every state and most countries. But, it's not like he was a slowly rotting corpse or anything. She wasn't even sure his body was physical at all. It probably really was some weird amalgamation of ectoplasm and genetic leftovers and his powers like he said it was. Not that it mattered. He didn't seem to mind the fact that she was still alive slowed them down a lot or anything, so why should his being a ghost bother her now, when it never had before? And the fact that she couldn't imagine her messed up crazy life without his messed up crazy self in it didn't hurt her opinion of her ghostly boyfriend either. How often had he talked her out of that bottle of pills? How often had she saved his ass in the Neitherworld's courts? They were fucked up beyond any recognition and all that was holy, but for them, it worked, and that was enough.

Topsy Turvy-Family Force 5

He'd never regretted agreeing to take her to the Neitherworld with him. Even though he found most of it boring, he enjoyed her reactions to the strange realm, and she just enjoyed the place. The 'monsters' that were spirits denying reality as much as they possibly could, the crazy and juvenile environment that it was partially his responsibility to propagate, even the disgusting conditions of the place. He'd told her there were other parts, nicer, darker, more normal, but she'd wanted to come here, so here it was. And as long as she loved it, he'd stay and continue to cause chaos, just for her.

Bad Boyfriend-Garbage

He really was a terrible influence on her. She swore like a sailor whenever someone cut her off in traffic, her grades had sunk to well below sea level, and he'd thought she was going to kill him, again, after the punishment her parents had dished out when they caught her smoking…but she never stayed mad at him for very long, and when her photography managed to get her a great scholarship at a ritzy school, her parents figured her broody misbehavior was a muse and let her alone for a while. So when they got kicked out of the dorms for being to noisy at night, and Lydia had to actually convince him to break in to steal back their security deposit, he couldn't help but feel a little proud of himself, and a lot more worried about where she was headed than he had been when she was fourteen.

Let It Die-Three Days Grace

She couldn't believe it was actually over. They'd been together for years, first as friends, then as lovers, and then as husband and wife. Somewhere though, something had gotten lost in the shuffle. Between her parents dying in that car accident and passing on immediately, the kids, several jail terms in the Neitherworld for both of them at various times for various things…things had just gotten too hard. The crazy adventures and surprise sweetness had just sort of dried up. So here they were; the first legally married live/dead couple in millennia, filing for divorce. They didn't hate each other, but the love and attachment that had seemed immortal just wasn't there anymore, and both had fought too much to say that neither one had tried, though they'd both tried to say it. So now, both were just someone the other used to know.

Doesn't Remind Me-Audioslave

What he loved best about his Lyds was that she was his perfect complement; she controlled him when he knew he needed it, (though he'd never admit it) and she didn't remind him he was dead. Well, except when it came up in conversation and she was trying so hard to be funny. She was funny, but she never thought so, so he just laughed and brushed off the small slight. Lydia made him feel alive, and didn't make him remember any of the things everyone else always tried to get him to, his responsibilities to the ghosting community, his job back at the waiting room that he'd been AWOL from for decades, the fact of why he ended up working there for a few centuries anyway. Not that that had been on purpose. How was he supposed to be in control of what he did when he was plastered and near a bridge? But even though he knew he couldn't hide from what he really was forever Lydia made him feel alive, and made him forget how shitty being dead really was, and that was more than worth all the trouble he got into with her.

Cheated Hearts-Yeah Yeah Yeahs

She only ever took her wedding ring off when she was high. Just so she didn't lose it in the shuffle Not that she got stoned often, but when you lived with Beetlejuice, there were bound to be illegal little stashes of just about everything laying around. Usually it was just when the weather was shit and the kids were gone and they had nothing better to do than listen to music, blend into it mellowing out and just laying around, and waste the day away messing around in bed and eating bad takeout. Sometimes, Lydia felt a little cheated that Beej didn't just vault them off on a crazy adventure, but even the Ghost with the Most had to relax sometimes, she supposed, so she let it go and just drifted on the haze.

Beer-Psychostick

He was drunk. Drunk to the point he sounded like a total idiot. His brain had evacuated hours before and now the hollow inside of his head was buzzing, and his liver would tell him all about it in the morning. Babes was pissed, and so was Doomie, for that matter, but judging by the amount of scratches in the paint, he probably wouldn't blame him for it in the morning. After he got un-hungover. He clung to his bottle of Conquistadore as he stumbled up the stairs. Babes was in the shower. He snuck a peak, proving he didn't need the alcohol to make his tiny little wife any hotter than she already was, six months pregnant and being all clean and everything.

This Love-Maroon 5

NOT THE L-WORD! He denied even inside his head. He couldn't be in love with her. It didn't work that way. Sure, he'd tried to marry her-he'd wanted out, and here was the perfect little meal ticket waiting for him and wanting in. Well, neither one of them got what they wanted. Now they were best friends. (Someone please explain to him how the fuck that had happened, because he sure as shit couldn't remember or figure it out.) He'd been with her through the awkward years and the bad break ups with the inevitable puppy love boyfriends, and generally acted like a lovesick, obsessed idiot. NOT THE L-WORD! She was way too young, and way too good for him and alive, and a whole lot of other things he couldn't quite bring himself to say. Denial was a river in his brain and would stay there, as far as he was concerned.

Drumming Song- Florence and the Machine

It was a constant beat, quiet, but constant, that she could have mistaken for her heartbeat in her ears if it weren't for the fact that it got deafening when she called for him. It drove her to distraction, and she played loud, random music to get it out of her head, but it never worked. It hurt sometimes, but she relished the pain, and the sounds only got sweeter when they were close. Even swimming, which usually rendered her deaf, did nothing. And when she'd nearly drown that one time, feeling hollow as she was pulled from the water, the sound had stopped for a moment, and she'd felt so alone. When she woke up coughing and hacking with the taste of mold on her tongue and a bug's wing stuck to her lips, the sound started up again as she looked up at a relieved, snaggletooth grin, this time, the sound beating in time with her heart.

Killing Loneliness-H.I.M.

Sometimes the memories got to be too much. He knew that and watched out for those days. She'd never told him exactly what had happened to her mom, and he was fine with that, for now, at least. He'd known he'd have to watch out for her when they first met, and so they were always together, him distracting her as best he could with the wackiest adventures he could think up (and a few that just fell into his lap.) He'd caught her the first time with half the bottle of pills down already, her skin starting to tinge blue at the edges. He'd poured some vile concoction down her throat and forced her to throw it all up, and then dragged her back to the Neitherworld to recuperate. The next couple of times he took her to his Ma's place. His Ma was good with stuff like that, and Beetlejuice wasn't about to lose the one person that kept him from jumping off into other realms that could get him exorcized. His Babes kept the loneliness away, held it at bay and was in fact tearing it apart so it didn't bother him as much any more. He tried his best to do the same for her.

Better Dig Two- The Band Perry

The fact that she loved him so much scared her sometimes. Right now, he was snoring, propped up on the couch, and she'd been hit with how endearing he'd looked, and her gut had twisted…he was in the living world now, but she knew it wouldn't last forever. With Beej being who he was, Lydia knew it was only a matter of time before he messed up and got sent back permanently or even exorcized. And it terrified her. She knew if they pulled him away from her, she'd follow him, by whatever means she could, even if it meant ending it. She hadn't thought of doing so in years, but the thought of losing her husband and best friend was too much.

He'd woken up to her bawling her eyes out on the bed, and when he'd asked her what was wrong, she'd clung to him and begged him to do his damnedest not to leave her. Completely dumbfounded (how could he leave her? She was his Lyds, there'd never be anyone else and he'd never get bored of her, and the whole marriage thing was eternally binding, anyway,) Beetlejuice had just held her and promised until she fell asleep.

I Miss You-blink 182

They'd fought again. He couldn't even remember over what…something to do with her dad and him being…himself. And she hadn't spoken to him in over a week. What could he say? He'd gone soft, and he missed her, damn it! He couldn't get her off his mind, and so, he'd found his way to her mirror, trying to apologize. He flattered her with little notes hidden in her schoolbooks, convinced a few spiders to invade the corners of her ceiling and weave some really fantastic webs, and all in all just made an ass out of himself trying to get her to speak with him. She wasn't quite ready to yet, but the last note had made her smile

Anthem-Good Charlotte

Lydia got tired of people telling her she had it good. She knew her dad was loaded, even if he had squirreled most of it away. She knew she had talent. She even, to some degree, knew she was pretty easy on the eyes, though that particular facet of herself had taken Beetlejuice about six months to pound into her head. The thing was, she didn't care. She liked dressing in black and reading Stephen King and being morbid. She liked being different. She couldn't stand blending in. With Beetlejuice she could be herself, but that was about it. What was so wrong with being different out there in the rest of the world.

Grandfather, DIE!-Stephen Lynch

Lydia giggled as Beetlejuice hummed the mean spirited song under his breath. It'd been about six months since her grandpa had passed away, and she supposed she'd gotten comfortably enough in the fact that he'd passed on that she could joke about it now. She was just glad Beej had waited as long as he did…sometimes he had absolutely no idea of how human feelings worked, but he'd made her laugh, so she supposed this time, his terrible sense of humor worked.

Angry Birds-The Key of Awesome

She'd fed it to a sandworm.

The one thing that kept him out of trouble with it's hypnotic powers, and she'd thrown it to a fucking sandworm! For the first hour or so, he didn't even what to say, and just glared at her.

Then he sat seething on the couch for a week, tossing the animated, tweeting maniacs at her from the cushions of his moldy prison.

Then, about eight days in, Donny dropped by and dropped off the pests. Rigel went right to the kitchen to raid the fridge (because Donny kept absolutely no decently nasty food in his house) but a little blond toerag by the name of Lae climbed onto his lap and curled up in it. Something he realized she hadn't been able to do when he'd been upside down on the ceiling with that smartphone glued to his thumbs.

Remind him to thank Lyds and that damned sandworm.