AN: back to Lydia. shes so easy to write since i can make her more like me, but of course keep her as Lydia. this chapter is short but that's because its stuff that's already happened but from Lydia perspective, since i really wanted to see inside her head at these points.

disclaimer - don't own the characters.

The next thing i knew Adam and Barbra were stood in front of me. They hadn't changed one tiny bit. Barbra still had that horrible 80's dress on and Adam that stupid checked shirt. This is were i should be. Adam and Barbra fussing over me and...

" hey babes " he stands just a little away from me, produces a cigarette just like he did before out of nowhere. Same suit. Same smile. Same sarcasm. Beetlejuice. His name is like gold in my head. I have to remember not to actually say his name, or at least i can say it once. 10 years ago. He scared me half to death, now he is different. He looks better. He had been nice to me before when i wanted to find Adam and Barbra he sounded concerned, he agreed straight away to help me. He must not be as bad as i thought. He hadn't tried anything, he may do now though. 10 years ago i didnt want to see him at all. I was scared. But seeing him again. It changed his effect on me. He has... The word... What is it. I had tried to find it before in the car... Flare. No that isn't right, even though he does have a flare when scaring people.

Or is it that. No. It isn't? Is it? I am not attracted to beetlejuice. He is horrible. He smelt like death and mold. He is vulgar. He is scary, okay that isn't a good excuse. I have seen scary and that isn't him, not by a long chalk. What else is he...

He is... Damn it, he is sexy. His voice. His way of holding himself. He has a flare. He is very funny for a dead guy. What is it he had said before. Ghost with something... Ghost with the most? Yeah that was it and when i really look at him. He isn't half bad really. Not too moldy. That belly of his isn't much, beer belly like my dad had started to get. Oh and guess what he is wearing, that sodding suit. The oh-so-good black and white suit. It makes him look so smart. I couldn't help myself. He isn't him... He is beetlejuice and even though he is dead, he is what i had tried to get and failed. I really couldn't help myself.

I flung myself at him " B !" wrapping my arms around his shoulders. He smelt of death and smoke and beer, all good things. I hug him and it feels so nice. How does he feel so alive?

Whoa Lydia. You sound like a love sick teen again. Its only because of him... I wonder if they ever meet what beetlejuice would do? Would he help me or not? I don't know.

" why are ya back babes? " he asked me. Babes? Okay that feels good... Sigh. What can i say. That i missed them. Really that may have worked on dad but there no chance it will fool these guys, hmm. I could give it a try.

" missed you " i look down at the floor. I cant look up, these people look into my eyes and they will know. They will know that i am running from something and that that something is scarier than beetlejuice, the ghost with the most. Adam stares me to the dinning room. When i sat down there is a massive cup of black coffee on the table. I look at Adam and he shakes his head. Beetlejuice must have made this. Really? The guy that would have rather have killed me. Being so nice. I am a little shocked but, much happier. He was nice to me. A smile starts to spread across my face ill have to dull it down. As so he cant see me smiling like a manic woman i say a simple " thanks " over my shoulder hiding the smile best i could. It must have worked since he didnt say anything, leaning on the door jam as if he was meant to be there, all normal like.

"so Lydia. What have you been doing?" Barbra asks me pulling my eyes away from the man at the door. I don't want to tell her the full story. I don't want to mention Sam around them, around him. So i opt for short answers. Answers that i can tell them the truth yet miss all the important stuff out of, i will have to tell them at some point but just not right now.

"well I've done uni." art student top of her class, mainly photography. " had a job " which i did, until about 3 days ago. I guess ill have to live off whatever i already have in the bank. There's a school here but i don't think it entertained art much, from what i remember of the place it was all religious. Adam and Barbra look at me with the concerned look they used to give me when i would say something depressing as a child. Having a life was not depressing. What came with what i had achieved was depressing. They were, are my second parents. I love these guys but as much as i feel i could tell them everything, i cant. Mostly because i cant actually bring myself to say most of what happened. I sip the coffee. It is nice. I think he has put honey in it. As i turn to give him another little look he is giggling, well for him it was a giggle. Maybe a grunt. What is it he finds funny? The fact i had had a job? If so i think he is still the same old nasty self just that he wants something. I will not marry him ever again, im not being used again. Ever.

" what ? " he scowled at us. He is free to laugh, i didnt think i was staring that much. Then i realized that Adam and Barbra must have been looking too. Which would make any being question why.

" nothing " Barbra said after a while of staring at each other." so what did you do for a job? " i laugh, the laugh you do when you find the question itself funny and your own answer. I had been tortured by little brats with paint everyday. At the end of the day though it was rewarding since i had a chance to see youth at its finest.

" i was a teacher. " i took a sip of the coffee " art " i add after, i though that they may have gathered the fact that it was art but i had to clarify that for myself.

" teacher ? " beetlejuice asks me, a sarcasm in his tone. I guessed it would amuse him, dead end job and all." that must have been fun " he adds. I feel like snapping back. ' yes it was now shut up and kiss me! 'maybe not the last part. Damn he is not what i remember he was, all man and i really like all manly men. Shame its a dead guy that is stood at the door.

" it was... I guess " i end up saying. When i look at him i have the feeling that we are alone. The feeling that i want us to be alone. Very alone. Together. I had totally forgotten Adam and Barbra. Then i felt shit. It is them that i had cared about not him. Them that had raised me when my step-mother and father had not cared one ounce.

" so what happened ?" Barbra broke that thought. She is here and i have to remember that they are also people that i missed and wanted to see. I want to go out and take photos for Adam and help Barbra clean. The childhood memories of things ghosts could muster still fresh when here. I don't want the to treat me like a child though im not a child anymore i am an adult. I do and act like an adult not doing things like flying whiles dancing to day-o. Then i register what she had asked me. Did she mean what happened with my job? Nothing that was fine. It was other things that ... Happened.

" nothing, just missed the place " i am beginning to get used to lying now. I took the last sips of my coffee and set the cup down. Beetlejuice came up behind me then and tapped the side. More brown liquid is in the cup. Whiskery by the looks of it but it isn't for me, since he picks it up and downs the thing in one. I feel like a child to them all, that i wasn't able to drink or smoke or make innuendos. I was still a child in their eyes just like dad. So i am going to show them i am not a child anymore.

AN: this was a little boring for an update not much new but the decided to change the tense. i know, i know rookie move but i like the way that this now makes it more up-to-date-ish :) hope you like it so far, cya next month!