Finally, a new chappie! Sorry it took so long, lots has been going on. Worked the last eight days straight, except one day I was really sick. Had loads of problems concerning my fafsa and financial aid for school. Did I mention I have worked the last eight days straight? Sister dissed me. Boss (who I'm totally hot for) let me down big time. All matter of things has gone wrong…But this chapter was really fun to write! I hope you enjoy!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Beetlejuice...Lydia does...and I don't own her either...
Night was upon them and both girl and ghost knew it was time for bed. Without even letting the chance for an argument rise between them, Beetlejuice easily scooped the slip of a girl into his arms and plopped her into his bed moments later. Realizing there was no chance at talking her best friend out of giving up the most comfortable sleeping quarters Lydia smiled meekly in gratitude while she made herself more comfortable under the blankets.
"Thanks Beej, I know you have to miss your bed…" she apologized, finally casting her head back onto the pillow that had appeared behind her. Her best friend smiled devilishly back at her. "Anything for you, babes."
The poltergeist, finally satisfied with the level of comfort he had given, turned to trod back to the living room where he would have to sleep…again. He was at the door when a small voice sounded behind him. "I guess we'll have to figure out what to do about a place for me to sleep tomorrow?" Lydia said from the darkness behind him. Beetlejuice smiled to himself at the girl's thoughtfulness and nodded silently as he closed the door behind him.
It was several hours later before the ghoul finally decided he couldn't put sleep off any longer. He had finally decided what to do about bedrooms, after watching several mid-night infomercials featuring Barry Me Not selling pop up bedrooms and spectacular dog houses.
"Gods, I'm tired…" he commented and popped himself into a huge black tire before laying himself down on the couch and throwing the old blanket over himself carelessly. His heavy lids finally dropped and he instantly began to snore, a log appearing above him being slowly sawed in two.
Only minutes later the log dropped solidly on the sleeping poltergeist's head. Beetlejuice blinked and closed his eyes once more muttering hatefully at the stupid log and it's horrible timing. He vowed his revenge upon the rogue log, in the morning. He once again got comfortable when a muffled scream came echoing from his bedroom.
Beetlejuice punched his pillow and dejectedly got up from the couch. "I'm not meant to sleep…." he mumbled as he got up and walked across the room, carefully knocking on Lydia's door to allow himself save entrance. He heard a strained admittance and let himself in.
Lydia was sitting up in the bed shaking. A single tear loosed itself from her eye when she saw her best friend come closer to her and situate himself on the edge of her current bed. Though she could tell he was slightly irritated at the interruption of his slumber she could also see the worry he was trying to hide in his eyes. "I'm sorry BJ…had a nightmare…" she confessed shamefully.
Against his will, Beetlejuice's curiosity was sparked. He had always been fascinated with what was on normal terms, bad things. "About what babes? Most anything worthy of being in a nightmare is here…" His personal nightmare was being eaten by a sandworm in the neither-neitherworld after listening to Lydia proclaim she wasn't his friend anymore.
Unaware of his thought, Lydia threw herself into the poltergeist's chest and grabbed hold of him, keeping him pined on the side of her bed with her. "Oh BJ…I keep seeing them…and there's nothing I can do…" she confessed through a rattling voice.
"Who?"
"My parents!" Lydia finally wailed into his pink beetle pajamas. "I hear them burning to death and hurting and calling for me and I can't even get to them…" she choked through her tears. Beetlejuice's tension eased and he slipped into bed with his friend, letting her cry herself out as he lay next to her. "It's ok Lyds…They're here with us now…" he smiled as he stroked her long raven hair. The Goth's body had finally stopped racking and was now just fighting to control breath.
"B…but are they happy?" she wheezed, wiping her snotty nose on Beetlejuice's chest. A broad grin overcame the poltergeist. "I think they will once they are used to it…You sure know how to turn me on with that snotty nose, babes." He was suddenly glowing like a light bulb and Lydia couldn't help but giggle sleepily. "I thought you'd like that…" she murmured, calmed by the feeling of her friend's fingers through her hair.
Beetlejuice kept his eyes trained on the top of the girl's head until she looked up at him, red nosed and puffy eyed, and smiled warmly. "Thanks Beej…" she whispered, staring up at him through heavy blood shot eyes. "I bet I look dreadful," she giggled after noticing the poltergeist's expression as he looked at her swollen face. "No…" he replied, "You're so…beautiful…"
Caught in a moment of shock, Lydia let Beetlejuice plant and tender kiss on her forehead before releasing himself and heading back to his living room, closing the door firmly behind him.
Lydia sat up in bed, stunned. The feeling in her gut had returned with a vengeance. She could feel her face glow even in the darkness and was suddenly very pleased with the lack of light. She stayed still for a few minutes in attempts to dispose of the squishy emotion that was trying to burn in her breast, but to no avail.
Her best friend, someone who openly hated everything sweet, pretty, and kind, had told her she was beautiful…and kissed her. The memory of the second encounter of those cold lips pressed lightly to her skin bore into her.
The Goth knew she would never fully understand her best friend, but now she was completely stumped. She wondered if it was considered a good thing or a bad thing to be considered beautiful by Beetlejuice, and secretly hoped it was a good thing.
She had never been kissed by a boy in the living world. She had never found any worth her time or energy. None had ever appealed to her. But a ghost? The ghost with the most in fact. He wasn't exactly a normal being, living or dead…and they were best friends. She had never really even thought of him as anything besides a friend before her house burned down. Now they were married…
Another strange feeling welcomed itself into her stomach. She was married to him. It was the first time she had even thought seriously about it. Was he just trying to act the part of a husband? Beetlejuice had been known to get a little too attached to a part he was supposed to act. She shook the option out of her mind.
She laid awake in bed for another hour or two, trying to make sense of the insanity she was feeling and trying to decide the motive of Beetlejuice's actions when she fell into a troubled, dreamy sleep.
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Well, he had done it now. Beetlejuice was sure everything was ruined and Lydia would storm out the moment she regained her senses and demand an explanation for the act of lechery on his part. But he couldn't help it, she had him trapped there and he couldn't lie to her, he never had been able to. He was sure it was her damn eyes. Those huge satin ebony pools that could suck out the core of his soul. They forced him to always spill his guts ever so ungracefully. Damn eyes.
If his heart had had a beat in the last five hundred years he was sure it would have been going a thousand miles a minute over the next few agonizing moments, but nothing happened. She never came out. He decided she was too disgusted with him to even look at him and probably too afraid of more lechery to come out. He was supposed to be her best friend. Someone she could trust. Now what would he be?
After even more thought on the matter his insides curled at the thought of being interrogated further on his feels for her. What if she asked him about everything? It would be hard to talk his way out without spilling his guts once again and to a more descriptive degree.
He suddenly felt very nervous about being interrogated. She was only fifteen years old and he wasn't sure she was ready for some things he could have potential to say. He felt a twinge of regret for loving anything nasty and/or dirty. Now that could cause some problems on the whole friend, more than friend issue.
Who was he kidding anyway? He was a smelly and dirty. His appearance was hideous. Lydia was…way too good for him, he was sure. And she was so young. Though age didn't matter to him in the least, he had fallen for her long before now, he was pretty sure it mattered to her.
In the end, he decided to just try and relax and see how the next morning went. Wait it out and figure the right course of action. If he was lucky, she wouldn't even remember it in the morning and everything would be normal. It was the first time he had wanted anything normal.
The poltergeist finally laid his uneasy head back onto the lumpy pillow he had been using and stayed there, unmoving, for the rest of the night watching his train of thought swerve and crash on its tracks above him.
So yea…sorry it's a short one…I didn't feel there should be anything else going on in this one. Give the two birds some time to think everything over. Lol
Oh and thank you so much for the reviews I have gotten so far! They kept me sane on this week of insanity…sort of…lol
