i've heard a short post is better than no post. so... here's a (very) short post. i haven't yet decided if i'll add to it or just have a next chapter. probably the latter. it would be easier and i'm a lazy bum. =D
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oh. and i don't own the ghost with the most. yet.
"This is enough to make a guy's head spin! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" thusly, Beetlejuice's head began to spin.
Once again, our hero Beetlejuice was sent back to the Neitherworld at a terrible time. What if Lydia changed her mind? What if she had just been caught up in the moment? Beetlejuice certainly had been. And now it was going to be forever before he could talk to her again… greeeeaaaaaaaat…
Well, at the very least, he could relax for now. No yelling, no screaming, and no silent treatment… for now. He floated to his couch and flopped down. With a sigh, he snuggled down and got comfortable. Well, he tried to get comfortable. It wasn't so easy right now. Lydia was probably talking with her parents. What was she thinking about? Was she going to realize she had just done… eh… naughty things with a dead guy?
Then it hit Beetlejuice (literally). She was 16. He was 600. And even if you decided to only take into account how old he was when he died, he was still over… 30 (cough). Which is worse? A pedophile or a necrophiliac? Of course, both sides were completely willing, so that wasn't so bad… right?
Beetlejuice groaned and hovered towards his couch. She'll call him back, soon. She always did. Of course, things were going to be awkward for a while… but it would definitely work out. After all, he was the ghost with the most. And the two had already been through so much. What's one more little kiss? Or… well, whatever had just went on. Of course, last time he thought that, she covered the mirror with a sheet while she made out with that boy.
There was a skittering sound going across the floor. Beetlejuice looked down. It was (his favorite!) a beetle, dashing as fast as its little legs could carry it, probably knowing whose home it was in. yet, Beetlejuice didn't feel like grabbing it. He sighed and watched the insect head towards a wall and crawl through a small crack.
So many thoughts… too many at once… and they were all running through Beetlejuice's head.