how we become

by yunaff30

this is the story that was written by my old username yunaff28 its now under the user name yunaff30 so if you read that one here is the rest of the chapter. this is the story about how Lydia and Beetlejuice becomes friends and something more later on. (mix of the movie and the cartoon)

1. Chapter 1

Lydia and Beetlejuice story (movie and cartoon mix) tells how they became friends and something more. I don't own Beetlejuice. "Thinking"/ "speaking"

Chapter 1

I walked into my apartment from a long day at college. I placed my keys in my bat bowl that sit right beside the door. I then walk into my living room on my way to my bedroom. I love the floor plan of my apartment I even have a guest room for when someone wants to come over. The door to that room was closed so I know my roommate was not home at that time. I entered the hall way for me bedroom and looked at all the pictures that I have ether gotten or have token myself. There is one of my dad and Delia in New York, there is one of my dead-god parents Adam and Barbara. A picture of when I graduated with my two friend's bertha and prudence's. Then there is the picture I have of my best friend and roommate Beetlejuice. I smile as I'm looking at all the pictures it takes me back to when I first meet them all including him.

((Flashback)) it all started back when my dad bought the Maitland house. My dad needed a break from the big city. In the car "why would dad buy a house out in nowhere land called Connecticut? I know dad needed the break but really" Lydia thought as they were driving up to the house. When they pulled up to the house Jane the real estate lady was waiting for them. Dad and Delia got out of the car and started to talk to Jane about the house.

I climbed out of the car with my camera around my neck I started to take pictures of the house. When I notice that the window to the attic curtain moved back into place it almost looked like someone was watching us.

At this time Otho showed up. He and Delia had plans for the house. They were already down stairs spraying the walls and talking about what they were going to change. I climbed the stairs and not paying Delia any mind. At the top of the stairs I came upon was just right for me. It was not too big but big enough for my things the closet would hold all my clothes there was room for my mother vanity and also room for my four post bed.