I don't own the characters, they belong to Tim Burton. I own the plot.
Lydia almost couldn't believe her ears, he really loves her!
"Beetlejuice, I love you too", she said with tears welling in her eyes. she had just been at the most skilled hands and was rendered quite emotional. she had never had feelings like this wondering around in her soul. she wasn't quite sure what to do, so she took his face in her hands and kissed him sweetly. he wanted to melt under her touch. he was relieved that she didn't think him desperately gross and perverted. He almost lost his breath at her sweet inexperienced kiss.
" So, now what, Babes?", He asked when they broke the kiss
" I don't know, I'm still reeling from a moment ago", she breathed. He felt the hot breath on his skin and almost shivered, he rolled over and held her tightly in his arms. It felt so wonderful to be able to hold her this way.
A thought suddenly occurred to him," What are we going to do about Delia?"
" I don't know, Beetlejuice, maybe we should just leave it alone"
"No, I'm not going to allow someone who tried to take you away from me get away with it. She told you I was only apart of your imagination, Babes. As you can see I'm all real", she looked at him and smiled. She really didn't want him to hurt Delia, not matter how badly she truly annoyed her.
She just truly couldn't understand why she told her that Beetlejuice was only a figment of her imagination. Why would she want her to lose her best friend? Ever since Delia and her father found out about Beetlejuice, Delia had been acting strange. Stranger than usual.
"Chaaaaarlessss!!", Delia screeched with her ever annoying operatic voice
"Yes, Dear?", Charles Deetz wearily replied. He was becoming ever more tired of his wife. Why, he questioned himself, why did I marry her?
"Tell Lydia that dinner is ready", she yelled from the kitchen. I wonder what horrible thing she has prepared for to-night, he wondered
Charles slowly descended the stairs, almost noiselessly, to Lydia's room. He approached the door...
"Do you hear something, Beej?", Lydia asked a bit alarmed
"Not a thing, Babes, dead as a doornail," he said and Lydia couldn't help but giggle. They still lay on her bed, naked. Still wrapped together in each others arms.
Charles then twisted the knob on the handle...his jaw dropped as the door opened. he was shocked at the sight before him. He opted to say nothing, after all, he had to follow Delia's wishes. Why she wanted to be rid of a ghost was beyond him, but if it was what she wanted.
"Dinner's ready, honey", he said and quickly shut the door What was going on in there?
Lydia shot straight up in the bed with Beetlejuice right beside her, her Father never said a word about Beetlejuice. She couldn't figure out why? This whole matter about Beetlejuice being only her imagination still puzzled her. She turned to him, "You're truly real aren't you?", she asked.
"Of course I'm real! I'm the Ghost with the Most! I'm right here beside you Lyds, why do you have these doubts? I was just inside you, you where moaning! I know you felt it!"
" I know I felt something, maybe I only thought I did", she turned from him and Beetlejuice experienced something he had never known before, was his heart breaking? no that's ridiculous! But, why am I in such pain?
" Babes...", His voice held so much pain. But how could he be real, my Dad said nothing opened the door and saw us.
" Beetlejuice"
"Lyds...please", he begged and he didn't see the tears welling in her eyes
"Beetlejuice"
"No, Babes, please, c'mon..."
" Beetlejuice"
With her utterance of his name he had no choice but to retreat back to the Neitherworld.
He found himself suddenly back in the room where he was watching her not long before, in front of the mirror, watching her cry.
What am I going to do? I don't think there is anything I can do
He stood there for a moment then he began pacing, he paced till there was a hole in the floor. He thought untill his brain could think no more
"Oh, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, think of something!," he said pounding on his head, "I have to be with her to feel her, smell that wonderful smell that is Lydia. Then suddenly a thought came to him. He could possess something, but what? Perhaps something that would require the assistance of a handy man. A dandy handy man.
Sorry it's short, I had a thought and had to go with it. Don't forget to reveiw!