Thanks for the reviews! It keeps me going. You like me, you really like me. (Clasps hands and bats eyes) Ugh, okay enough with the theatrics. :)
I was gonna update yesterday, but uh, bad day and comedy doesn't work when you're in a bad mood...don't ask...Today however, good day. I got to watch Beeteljuice cartoons for the last few hours of work. That's enough to put a smile on a girl's face :D
Anyway hope you enjoy. I'm trying to stay as true to the cartoon has humanly possible.
Enjoy and Review!
"I guess this is it Pumpkin." Charles said when he finished loading the last of the suitcases in their car. Lydia smiled at her father, the sooner the better, she thought and gave him one last hug. "If anything happens just give me a call and we'll be back." He said in her ear as he looked over her shoulder at Mr. Beetleman.
"Don't worry Dad, everything will be fine." She assured her father and just waved at Delia, who was waiting in the car.
"Hurry Charles, we don't want to hit the traffic." She said. Charles nodded at Beetlejuice who gave a little wave and climbed into the car.
"Remember what I said." He called as they started to drive away.
Lydia and Beetlejuice waved until the car had disappeared. Lydia jumped up and gave her best friend a high five while his face exploded into confetti.
"It's time to PARTY!" He said. Lydia giggled at him from behind her hand and sighed with a happy smile.
"I never thought I'd be able to stay here by myself and no parents watching over me." She said in a wistful voice.
"Hey, what am I? Chopped liver?" Beetlejuice asked and turned himself into a big pile of red goo. Lydia giggled again and rolled her eyes.
"Oh Beej, you know that's not true." She said as he changed back and they walked into the house.
"So, what do ya say Lyds? What are we gonna do for our first night in the house?" He asked. Staying her with Lydia seemed to be comfortable enough, but there was an air of unfamiliarity that Beetlejuice sensed. Sure they were close, closer than he'd been to anyone before, but living with Lydia? He shook his head, Lydia was Lyds, Babes and his best friend. They would have a blast. He thought and smiled.
"What are you thinking about?" Lydia asked when she saw the look on his face. He turned to her and smiled, showing all his green, crooked teeth.
"Just thinking 'bout how we'll have a barrel of laughs." He said and turned into a huge wooden barrel, his large yellow eyes and green teeth on the front. Lydia giggled again and plopped down on the couch.
"We sure are." She said and smiled. "Well, since it is our first night, I was thinking just dinner and a movie would be good." She said as he sat down next to her.
"Dinner and a movie huh? Only if it's Lord of the Flies." He said and changed into a large fly. "And uh, whatever movie you wanna watch." He said. Lydia shook her head and looked upward.
"Flies for you maybe, but I'm thinking pizza for me." She said and picked up the phone to call the local pizza parlor.
"Antonio's Pizza, can I take your order?" A familiar voice asked.
"Bertha?" Lydia asked.
"Make mine extra fungus and double beetles." Beetlejuice said and Lydia had to push his shoulder as he hovered.
"Be quiet Beej." She hissed, covering the mouthpiece with her hand. She had forgotten to tell Bertha and Prudence that she was going to be living with Beetlejuice when her parents left. Well, she didn't forget, but she just didn't want them to know so soon.
"Lydia?" Bertha asked.
"Yeah uh, since when do you work at the pizza place?"
"Since yesterday when I got fired from the Burger Hut." She said.
"Right, well I need two pizzas, one with pepperoni and the other double mushrooms." She said.
"Got it, hey, you havin' a party or somethin'?" Bertha asked.
"No, just have a friend over." Lydia said and quickly hung up the phone. "What was that about?" Beetlejuice asked, stretching out on the couch and putting his hands behind his head. Lydia saw the stench coming from his armpits and quickly pinched her nose.
"That was Bertha." She said, her voice sounding high and stuffed as she kept her fingers clamped on her nose.
"Yeah, so?" Beetlejuice asked.
"So, I didn't exactly tell her that you're living here." She said. "Could you put your arms down so I can start to breathe again?" She asked. Beetlejuice rolled his eyes and put his arms down.
"Rules, you know I hate'em." He said and gave her a raspberry. Lydia unplugged her nose and wiggled it to get the feeling back.
"Thank you, like I said, I didn't tell her or Prudence that you were going to be living here and seeing her deliver pizza isn't the best way to tell her." Lydia explained.
"Why didn't ya Lyds? You embarrassed by me?" He asked, his eyes growing large and he started to make his chin tremble. Lydia laughed and rolled her eyes.
"No, I am not embarrassed by you Beej, but Bertha and Prudence? Well, they think you're a little weird." She said.
"Aww shucks, you're gonna make me blush." He said and looked down, twisting his boot into the carpet. Lydia just shook her head and had to smile at him.
"You would take that as a compliment wouldn't you?" She asked, raising her eyebrow.
"Well yeah, how else would I take it? Normal is so….boring." He said and shuddered. "So, I noticed that you didn't order any beetles on my pizza. What gives?" He asked.
"That is one topping that you won't find on a pizza here. You'll just have to get your own." She said.
"That's okay, good thing I have plenty." He said and took out his jar of beetles. "Couple on my pizza and save the rest for later." He said and licked his chops with his long purple tongue.
Lydia put in a movie, Attack of the Killer Tomatoes, and they settled down to watch the B horror flick when the doorbell rang. Beetlejuice hopped up three feet into the air and dove for the door.
"Scummin' through." He yelled. "Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy."
"Beej, wait." Lydia called and ran up to get to the door first, but it was too late. Beetlejuice yanked open the door to see Bertha holding up both pizzas.
"Mr. Beetleman?" She asked looking up at him.
"The one and only." He said and yanked the cardboard boxes out of her hands and walked down the hall to the kitchen. Lydia saw the shocked look on her friend's face and grinned widely.
"Hi Bertha." She said, through her smile.
"Hi Lydia,. Uh, what's Mr. Beetleman doing here?" She whispered.
"Oh well, he's uh…You didn't think my parents were going to let me live by myself did you?" She asked. Bertha's jaw dropped and Lydia's grin froze into a forced smile.
"You mean…he's living with you?" Bertha asked.
"HEY LYDS….WHERE DO YA KEEP THE PARMESEAN CHEESE?" Beetlejuice yelled from the kitchen. Lydia wanted to smack her forehead as her friend's shot up into her hairline in question.
"Anything you wanna tell me Lydia?" Bertha asked.
"It was the only way I could stay in Peaceful Pines Bertha." Lydia said trying to explain.
"Uh huh…"
"What does that mean?"
"It's just, well he's so creepy and twice your age you know."
"What are you trying to say Bertha?" Lydia asked, her eyes narrowing.
"Nothing, just be careful." Bertha said and turned to go. "Oh, that's thirty five twenty for the pizzas, plus tip of course."
"Be careful of what Bertha?" Lydia asked as she gave her two twenties. "He's my friend." Lydia said, offended at the accusation that Bertha was stating.
"Whatever you say." She said and turned to go, whistling as she stuffed the twenties in her pocket. Lydia slammed the door and huffed as she walked into the kitchen.
"Cheese that smells like old feet, you know I love it." Beetlejuice said and dumped a huge amount on top of his pizza, along with half of the jar of beetles. "Nothin' like a fungus and beetle pizza to livin' up your day." He said and took a huge bite.
"Uh, the nerve." Lydia said and looked at her pepperoni pizza, suddenly not hungry when she heard the crunching noises.
"What's up Lyds?" He asked finishing a slice and grabbing another.
"Oh Bertha was basically accusing you of…of, I don't know what." Lydia said in a huff.
"Huh? Well don't worry too much about it Babes, it is Bertha after all." Beetlejuice said and shrugged. He crunched down on another bite when Lydia crossed her arms over her chest and slumped down, a frown on her face.
"You gonna eat that or what Babes?" He asked and she couldn't help but smile a little bit.
"It doesn't bother you that she questioned your living here?" Lydia asked.
"Who me? Nah, just as long as you don't gotta leave. You know I couldn't take it." He said and threw his arm over his eyes.
"Don't be so dramatic Beej." Lydia said and giggled, her bad mood disappearing as she grabbed a slice of her own pizza.
"Who me?" He asked turning into a ghostly version of Hamlet, complete with ruffle and his own head in his hands. "I am never dramatic." He said stiffly, his nose in the air.
"Yeah right." She said and rolled her eyes." It had never occurred to her that her friends would question it. If Bertha did, she began to really think about what other people might say, especially Clair Brewster. She shivered slightly at the thought of Claire finding out and the gossip she would spread.
"Someone walk on your grave?" Beetlejuice asked when he saw Lydia shiver.
"Yeah and she was wearing designer shoes too." She muttered and nibbled on her pizza. School was going to be interesting.