OK people, here it is. The second chapter. This story is going to be a lot more detailed then I though it would be so I made this chapter a bit long as to fill in alot of blanks. I tried to give this chapter some light humor in places. But I'm more of a serious writer, so it didnt come out very funny. Oh well. Dont mind the small spelling errors and such, I'm not perfect. BJ is a bit out of char. in this chap but hey, he is in love, after all. Love changes people. Even Beetlejuice. (:

I'm going to try for a long-ish story here, maybe three or four chapters long. I think I have finally gotten over my horrible writers-block and due to that I have thought up a few ideas for the hopefully to-be-following chapters.

So lets wind the clocks back about...hhmm...three weeks? Yup, sounds about right. I suck at time lines so if this doesnt make sense....oh well.

Disclaimer- The only one I own is Monika. Whom you will meet later on. Do I own the rest of 'em? Ha! I wish.

So...here we go.

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About three weeks earlier, in the Neitherworld.....

Beetlejuice strolled down the street languily. One hand picking bugs from his hair while the other resting in his trouser pocket. A huge grin couldn't help but play out on his face. He was immensly proud of himself, not just because he had admitted to Lydia his feelings, but because he had done the one thing that everyone who knew him thought he wasn't capable of doing. He had proved them all wrong.

He had fallen in love.

He grimaced, just thinking about that word disgusted him. He remembered how hard it had been for him to say it out loud, and having to say it to her had made it so much worse. She had been so happy when he said it though, it had made it all worth it. Mostly. He sighed then, just thinking about his Lyds made his eyes glaze over. 'His Lyds'...he liked the sound of that. Though he had called her that more times then he could count in the past years of their friendship, it had a different meaning to him now. She was his now more than ever. He had stopped calling her 'babes' about a year ago. He didnt know why, he just used the name less and less and eventually he stopped saying it completely.

"I love her..." he said to himself, trying to say the word without his face contorting painfully. "We're a...oh, what did she call it? A...couple? Ya thats it. Lyds used that word...couple. Ugh." He grimaced at how very sappy that term was. But his grimace softened into a small smile as he thought about her again. Picturing her in his mind. Her tangled black hair, deep lavender eyes, tiny little body that seemed ready to break at the slightest touch. The way she held herself though, ready to take on the world, made her look ten times stronger then even he. And in way, she was. She was stronger then he could ever be, not physically of course, but spiritually. Emotionally.

He swore under his breath, "I wish I could see her." he mumbled angrily. "But noooo, for the next few weeks she's off visiting stupid cousin whats-his-face over in...uh...aw who cares." (A/N; Sorry, I know thats totally out of the blue, I just needed Lydia to be away for this bit of the story) he leaned against a dented light post and crossed his arms, pouting.

He breathed out a heavy sigh, reaching down and slipping a small, framed picture from his pocket. It was a photo of him and Lydia, one that he was planning on giving to her when she returned. It was a very old photo, but still...a very good one. The thin wooden frame he had crafted himself, not that he would even admit that. In the picture his arm was around her and hers around him. They were both smiling. He stared down at himself. He hadn't changed much since the photo was taken. Seeing as he was dead his hair coudn't grow and he coudn't grow taller or age. Granted he had lost a few pounds, for Lydias sake, but it wasn't much difference. He hadnt stopped wearing his black and white striped suit, his Lyds said she liked it so he decided not to wear a different one. Ever.

His Lyds hadn't changed much either. Her hair was a bit longer and she was a few inches taller, and she now had curves that she hadnt had before, but Beetlejuice didnt care or even notice. To him she was always the same small, beautiful thing that she had been a few years earlier. Had he loved her then? Yes, but as a sister. A best friend. It was only recently that he had begun to view her in a new light. That he had begun to really notice little things about her. The smell of her hair, for example. Or the way her nose crinkled when she was angry.

He sighed. Again. "Jeez, " he thought to himself with a smirk, "I'm really makin good use of all this dead air."

He walked back to the Roadhouse slowly, seeing as he had no real reason to be there. When he got there he laid on his couch, thinking of something...anything to do while Lydia was away. He tried thinking up a new scam, something that could keep him busy for a few weeks and possibly put a few bucks in his pocket. He thought of a million different things. All of them pretty much useless, and none of them were really a scam at all. A few minutes past, feeling like hours to Beetlejuice.

"Ok, I cant take this. Maybe I'll just peak into her room, just one little peak. I'll drop this picture off there while I'm at it." He got up and strolled to his mirror. Gripping both sides of the frame he leaned in, concentrating hard. He grinned as her room drifted hazily into focus. He stared for a while, hoping that Lydia would walk in. She didnt though, and he knew she wouldn't. He sighed and lifted the picture up in front of his face. A feeling of deep....emotion set in his gut as he stared at it, and without thinking he leaned in and pecked Lydias smiling face lightly. He realized what he was doing and drew back, wide eyed. Closing his eyes he spoke to himself, loud and clear.

"OK...ok. I can't, no, I cannotlet myself get all, ugh, mushy about this...about her. I do have a reputation to uphold, dont I?"

He cracked his eyes open slighty, and lowered the picture carefully through the mirror onto the table. Thankfully it stayed upright.

"There, now she'll see it when she comes in." he smiled to himself. He walked back to the couch and laid down again.

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About two weeks later Beetlejuice was still laying on his couch. He had been laying there the whole time, only getting up to snatch a tasty looking beetle that was to far away for him to grab from his laying position. He knew Jacques and Ginger were starting to worry about him but he didn't care, as usual. The only thing he cared about was when his Lyds was getting back. He knew she would call him out as soon as she got to her room, so he didn't bother with constantly checking for her. He just laid back on the dusty couch, drifting in and out of sleep that he didnt really need, but it helped pass the time. When he was awake he thought of things he could do for Lydia, things that would make her laugh. He was in the middle of planning his hundred-and-fifth alternate slug bombing on Claire Brewster, who was still Lydia's arch rival, when he heard Jacques calling for him.

"Be-atlejoose! Zere is someone at ze door for you!"

Beetlejuice rolled his eyes at his obnoxious french accent. He was going to ignore the mysterious visitor, but then he decided that he may as well see who it was. Probably a cop trying to bust him for that bucket of slime on the mayors head incedent about a month back. That wouldnt be a pleasant chat, but at least it would keep him busy for a while.

"Ya, ya, I'm comin! Dont get yer dainty french breifs in a knot." Beetlejuice called as he rolled off the couch. He clomped loudly out into the hall and to the door. Jacques was standing in the middle of the doorway, his back to Beetlejuice, talking with whoever was in front of him. Beetlejuice couldnt see who it was, but the way Jacques was chatting it up with them, Beetlejuice guessed that it wasnt an officer.

"Scuze me." Beetlejuice mumbled gruffly as he grabbed the skeletons shirt collar and tossed him casually over his shoulder. He closed his eyes and smirked, savoring the sound of clattering bones on the floor behind him. He opened his eyes when he heard a very soft, feminine 'ahem' from the person in front of him. His jaw dropped and his eyes grew the size of dinner plates at the sight. It was a woman. A tall, slender, incredibly beautiful woman.

Her hair, black as night and glinting blue in the Neitherworld sun was pulled back into a high ponytail. Two thick strips of blood red hair dangled in the front on each side and framed her face. Her large round eyes were dark, mossy green. Her body was, well, lets just say she was a very physically mature woman. She was wearing casual clothes, just a T-shirt and shorts. The only off-putting thing about her was the fact that her skin was a sickly shade of blue-ish green and there were small patches on her arms and legs, and even face, where she had no skin at all. Meaning, of course, that she was dead. Something about her tickled the back of Beetlejuices mind. Not that he ever paid any attention to his mind.

She smiled at him, "Hello, Beetlejuice,"

Before he could respond she reached out and grabbed each of his shoulders gently, leaning in, she pecked each side of his face. Then she drew back slightly, her smile fading when she saw the confused look on his face.

"BJ, don't you remember me? Its me, Monika!"

Beetlejuice stared at her, confused, for a good three minutes before the memory finally hit him. His mouth fell open, and it took all his willpower not to run away screaming.

"Oh no. N-no way. Not you...it...it cant be y-you." He stammered, "You...you were alive when....w-when...."

She smiled again, but this time the smile was laced with something very sinister, and a little crazy.

"Oh yes BJ, I was alive. But thats the point of living isnt it? To die. Everyone dies. I was no exception. Now here I am, after all those years of waiting, to pick up where we left off. Aren't you excited? I sure am."

Beetlejuice started to say something but was cut off by her lips smashing against his. His eyes widened but he didnt respond to her. For the first time in his life Beetlejuice struggled againt a kiss. She broke off and smiled at him again, oblivious to the fact that he looked absolutely horrified.

"So." she leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Did you miss me, sugar?"

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The End. Hoo-rah!

The reason its so crappy is because I didnt expect anyone to want a second chapter, so I totally just pulled this out of my...oh, wait. This is rated K isnt it...

Looks like this thing is going to be way longer then I thought, considering I thought it was going to be a oneshot. lol

Did you like it? Adore it? Hate it? Mail me an angry letter after reading it? If you did, tell me! Do you still want me to continue? If you do then please let me know, I'd be happy to whip up some more if you still want me to :) .

Peace!