He had to pull some strings, but he had figured everything out, and he had tracked her down. In the middle of a storm, no less! He gave himself Kudos for that. Through the rain, from across the street at a dimly lit music store, he had watched her pull around the corner and park her car and tiny moving trailer. He debated confronting her now, but decided against it, getting the feeling her should simply wait.
"Hey man, you gonna buy somethin' or you just gonna stalk her?" came the cashier's voice through the deep thundering of music. Beetlejuice simply gave him an irritated glance over his shoulder, ignoring him after that.
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A tall scruffy man with shaggy brown hair opened the door, looking at Lydia curiously.
"You must be..." he trailed off, unable to finish his sentence.
"Lydia." she stuck out her hand in a friendly gesture, and it was quickly accepted in a shake.
"Lydia, right. Sorry, I haven't been getting much sleep lately," he began, "I'm Mick, as I'm sure you already know," he gestured toward the note, "Cassie said you'd be coming."
Lydia smiled. He seemed like a really nice guy, maybe a bit rough looking, but likeable all the same.
"Do you need some help unloading?" he asked, opening the door the rest of the way.
"Oh, that'd be great, but I don't even have the key yet." Lydia laughed nervously. Here, Mick produced a small gold key, handing it to her.
"Cassie left that with me for when you showed up." he smiled, sticking his hands in the pockets of his black slacks, 'Let's get you moved in!"
/\//\\/\
Beetlejuice almost felt jealous as he watched Lydia come out of the building, accompanied by a rather tall man in black pants and a dingy green coat. He watched, with pursed lips, as they began unloading her boxes.
"What the hell?" he thought to himself, "Why the hell do you care if she's with a guy? You're here for revenge, remember?"
He shook his head, staring at the floor. She obviously hadn't packed much, because everything was inside in a matter of minutes, despite the pouring rain.
/\//\\/\
"Thanks for the help." Lydia huffed, dropping the last box inside her doorway. She stood up as straight as she could, since her back was slightly sore from moving boxes.
"Not a problem," Mick replied, grinning, "I've got errands to run now. I promised Cassie I'd stay and help you if you need it. Think you'll need anything?"
Lydia thought for a moment, glancing around the apartment, and shook her head.
"I think I'll be okay." she answered, pushing a box further with her foot. Mick shook her hand once more, and left with a wave over his shoulder. Lydia stood in the doorway a moment longer, smiling to herself, arms crossed over her chest.
She decided she'd better clean the apartment before unpacking. It wasn't a run down place or anything like that, in fact it was much nicer than she had expected, but everything was covered with dust, and bathroom just needed to be cleaned in general.
On her knees, the sleeves of her white dress shirt rolled up and her long black hair piled messily onto her head--resembling something of Amy Winehouse--a voice startled her.
"Don't think it's clean yet, eh?"