A/N: Warn me asap if you see anything needs improvement!
Lydia crammed her eyes shut and tried to shake the thoughts out of her head. She turned over and buried her face into her red pillow. She let out a loud groan until she felt her lungs cramp and protest for lack of oxygen.
When she turned over to face the roof, she nearly fell off her bed as she jumped up in surprise. Her bed was floating in the middle of her small room. Suddenly, she felt sick to her stomach. Beetlejuice was, in fact, haunting her.
"This isn't funny, Beet-. You! Put me down! GENTLY!" She hissed.
Slowly the bed floated back down to it's place, crashing down to the floor at the very last second. The hair on the back of her neck stood up as she heard someone running up the stairs. The door flew open and Lydia threw herself onto the floor without thinking.
"Lydia! Are you OK? What was that?" Adam asked as he helped her up into the bed.
"Yeah, I'm fine. I uh...I was going to close the curtains. I'm fine." Lydia said nervously.
"That was a loud crash, Lydia. And... the curtains are already shut tight." He said worriedly.
"Well, it's pretty quiet around this hour. I guess the sudden-ness of it made it sound louder. The floors aren't too tough anyway." Lydia blurted without thinking about it.
"I..I guess...but-"
"I tripped on my way back!" She said a little too urgently to be a normal statement.
Adam eyed her suspiciously but shrugged, knowing Lydia was normally weird. "If you're sure you're alright then I guess I'm headed back down to finish my project. Just be more careful, Lydia." He said before exciting the room, giving her one last glance.
Lydia laid back in her bed and groaned heavily. "I hate you." She hissed into the darkness. The chill trailed down her neck slowly, almost mocking her. "Wipe than grin off your smug face!" She hissed angrily.
Wait a minute, how did I know he was grinning? Is that what that chill means?, she thought to herself.
"What do you want? You know I'm not going to marry you and set you free, no matter how hard you try." Lydia said as she closed her eyes.
She heard a tapping on her window and turned to face it. She gasped at the marker that floated lazily in front of the window that was lit by the moonlight. She read to the curly handwriting cautiously.
It's worth a try. I almost gotcha the first time, didn't I?
"My friends were in trouble. I had no other choice."
The writing disappeared. And the marker started to scribble down quickly.
Your friends, got me eaten by a freakin' Sand Worm!
"Well deserved." She hissed. "I'm not going to marry you and much less 'let you out'." She snapped.
You will with time, babe. You can't resist me!
The chilly breeze hit her again.
"Go away and leave me alone." She mumbled and turned her back to the window, facing the wall instead.
Everything was silent after that and Lydia thought he had left. The marker floated over her head and the cap came off with a pop. It pointed itself on her wall almost threatening.
Lydia was out of bed and crossing the room in a second. She snatched the marker from the air and growled. She glared at the marker and in a second, it was no longer there. In her hand, was a small snake. Lydia squeaked and tossed the snake into her hamper.
"Beet-! Ugh! Stop it already!" Lydia hissed.
There was a strange cold spot as she took a step back.
Not a chance, Lyds. Your gonna 'let me out' sooner or later, babes. Came the whisper into her ear.
Lydia felt her face catch fire and she dove into her bed, head first.
"Leave me alone, Beetlejuice!" She wailed into her pillow. She gasped and shot up in her bed.
A horrible shrieking sound came from her window. She covered her ears and glared in that direction. The moonlight shone brightly where there was a stick and another being made. The chipped glass dust floated lazily around the two sticks.
Strike two. Once more, Lyds. He whispered into her ear, making her blood rise to her face in anger and embarrassment.
"Aren't you trapped somewhere? How are you haunting me up here?" Lydia asked in annoyance.
I'm haunting from down here, babe. There ain't no rules against it and even if there were, I don't play by the rules, it makes everything boring.
"Does Juno know about you?" She asked as the anger in her voice subsided.
Nope. And she ain't gonna know! Now just bare that last word, that last wonderful word! He shouted.
"Not a chance. I don't need you here, why should I?" Lydia said. "You're a ghost and I don't need one. I have two, perfectly fine, not totally insane and sadistic, ghosts already. Thank you very much." Lydia snapped.
Come on, Lyds! There has to be something I can do!
"No! Now leave me alone! I need to sleep!" Lydia hissed before stuffing her face into her pillow.
Fine! He shouted angrily.
Lydia tried to relax but her body wouldn't let her. She was still on edge and that gloomy chill still loomed in her room.
"Leave!" She growled.
She heard him grumble and then with a silent hiss, he was gone. Lydia loosened her tense muscles and sighed. Although she'll never admit it, she missed his horrifying voice and his disturbing scent. His scent wasn't all bad. Musky, a little like dust and old whiskey. There was also a distinctive smell on him she couldn't place her finger on but it wasn't unpleasant, all the same.
She allowed a small smile to creep onto her features. She tried to concentrate on sleep but it just wouldn't some. He had left her anxious and tense and slightly confused. She tossed and turned for over an hour and her mind just wouldn't shut down. It kept buzzing with questions. She tossed and turned and tried to grab onto sleep but it just slipped through her hand like a ghost. Ghost. She needed to get this out of her system.
"B?" She called out into the darkness.
Yeah?
"I thought I told you to get out." She said, surprised he was there.
I did. Now I'm back.
"Why are you still around, B? Why are you still haunting us? Can't you find some other goth girl to drag down to hell with you?"
I'm hautin' you, doll. Not them. I need you to marry me, Lyds. Only reason I'm around.
"Can't you find someone else?" She asked annoyed.
I've been around for a long time and no one is quite like ya, Lyds. If I have to marry someone, it'd be you. Every other girl is too terrified to marry someone like me. I think one actually threw up once. You get ghosts, Lyds. You're the gal for me.
Lydia was silent for a while and then she smiled. "Are you actually being sweet? That was very cute, B." She teased.
Who knew the truth could be cute?
"I think you did, B." She pressed on.
Did not. Now will ya just say that last magical word and get it over with?
"No way, BeeJay! I'm not letting you out.
You don't miss me, Lyds? Hell, I'll admit I miss ya! He said dramatically.
Lydia scoffed. "Right. Bye, B." She said before turning around and falling asleep.
Tomorrows' a big day. Planning for the Halloween party.