Queen Goth in Stripes
A 'Beetlejuice' Story
By: Draculamomma
And along came chapter 4 for all the fans to read and hopefully leave a nice review! Enjoy and happy reading! Chapter 5 will be up soon!
Chapter 4-Don't Leave me Hangin'!
Beetlejuice had headed over to the "Immortal Party Store" down in the Neitherworld, and had picked up as much stuff as he could for Lydia. "This all will make her smile!" He thought to himself as he arrived back at her house, eyes gleaming with mischief.
Lydia was sitting on her bed as he had left her, but this time she was drawing something in a small book-it must have been her diary. There were colored pencils all around her, shades of purple and deep red, as she quietly drew and colored.
Beetlejuice felt so calm and relaxed watching her, it seemed as if all his cares in the world suddenly stopped and nothing else mattered. It was all erased and he had to start on a clean slate. He felt himself drifting away, and nearly fell into sleep, but he shook himself back to reality.
"Lyds, snap outta it! You're makin' me all fuzzy headed and sleepy."
Lydia looked up from her work and sighed. "Beej, I'm working on a piece of art, I'm sorry if my artistic abilities and mood makes you sleepy, but I take art very seriously."
Beetlejuice snorted. "Babes, ain't nothin' wrong with doodling, but this attitude ain't a very healthy one."
Lydia glared at him. "You're sounding more like Delia every minute!"
Beetlejuice frowned angrily. "I'm not at all like that vile woman! She's messed up in the head; her cheese has slipped off her cracker! She's nuts! How can you compare me to her Lyds?"
"Well you're always complaining about my attitude, so I figured that would give you one thing in common with Delia at least."
Beetlejuice snorted again. "Well you're sadly mistaken there."
Lydia merely shrugged, but kept to her work. Beetlejuice watched her for a few seconds then remembered the stuff he had brought for her. He reached down and snapped his fingers, making a large box appear right on Lydia's dresser top.
Lydia didn't even look up from her drawing. She kept the colored pencil going at a steady pace; the sound of the scratching on the paper soon filled the silent room.
Beetlejuice cleared his throat and she still paid no attention. Beetlejuice soon got angry, and reached into the box and pulled out a party favor. When she still didn't stir from the bed, he blew into it as hard as he could.
At once Lydia stopped to a halt, pressing her entire weight onto her colored pencil, resulting in it snapping in half. She threw it across the room and stood up, walking to the mirror with heavy footsteps.
"Shit, I'm screwed." Beetlejuice thought quickly. Lydia soon was at the mirror, and she pointed a long skinny finger right through the glass of the mirror, and right into Beetlejuice's face.
"Beej look what you've done! That was one of my most favorite colored pencils!"
Beetlejuice stepped out of the mirror. "Lyds, I didn't mean it-"
"I know that! But you still did it! Can you ever stop being annoying for more than a second?"
Beetlejuice picked up a party hat from the box, and placed it on her small head.
"Like the hat?"
Lydia ripped off the hat. "It's not my birthday Beej! Get rid of this stuff!"
"But I wanted to have a party; I thought a party would make you happier." He said as he picked up the box.
Lydia grabbed the box from Beetlejuice, and threw it over her shoulder and onto her bed, not caring that the contents spilled out onto her mattress and all over the floor.
"Beej, if I wanted a damn party, I would have asked for one! Stop assuming I need silly stuff to make me happy! Just leave it!"
Beetlejuice snapped his fingers and made the toys and party items disappear. "Okay Lyds, I'm sorry, it's all gone now."
She sighed. "Thank you."
Beetlejuice cleared his throat, wanting to ask the question that had been bugging him for a while.
"Lyds, do you think you could possibly…I…uh…well I just wanted to know…"
"Spit it out, Beej." Lydia hissed, tapping her feet impatiently on the floor.
"Would you like to tell me what has been buggin' ya for a while now?"
A dark cloud seemed to have crossed Lydia's pale face, suddenly making her look more angry and dangerous. She folded her arms across her chest and shook her head firmly.
"Stay out of my life Beej." She said coldly as she opened her bedroom door and began heading for the first floor.
Beetlejuice sighed, and floated in the air along side of her quickly, trying to catch up.
"Aw come on Lyds! Don't leave me hangin'!" To further emphasize his point, he transformed himself into a hangman's noose, dangling in the air.
Lydia didn't even seem to notice the transformation as she walked into her father's office, and sat down at his desk.
Beetlejuice followed her in, but glared as he looked at the desk.
"Babes, why did you come in here for? Nothin' here but coupons and old nature magazines!"
Lydia picked up a book on Birds, and flipped through it.
"Lyds! I can't believe you! You were just readin' up there, now you're readin' down here?"
Lydia nodded.
"Put that book down Lyds! Let's do something more fun!"
"Beej, maybe if you read more often, you'd develop a great passion for it."
He shook his head. "The only thing I have a passion for is scarin' the pants off our old man Chuck!"
Lydia set the book down angrily. "You know Beej, Charles Deetz is my father, and I don't appreciate you going around and giving him a heart attack whenever you want to have some fun."
Beetlejuice rolled his eyes. "Lyds, what's gotten into your sense of humor? If I remember correctly, you were always standin' beside me when I pulled off a prank on your dad!"
"Yes well I've changed now Beej. Don't you think I may want to grow up, mature, and start doing other things with my life?"
Beetlejuice was silent for a minute. After a long, dull silence, he spoke. "What are you sayin' Lyds?"
"I'm saying you can't always expect me to stay around here with you, Beej."
Beetlejuice shook his head, causing some dust to fly about. "No, Lyds, please tell me you're jokin' around here."
"Beej, why would I joke about something like this?"
He shook his head some more.
"Beej, if you really cared about me, and want to stay a good friend to me, you will try to understand that I can't hide in the house talking and pulling pranks with you all day. I want to go out and meet some people!"
"But you can always come with me to the Neitherworld, Babes, and you can meet as many folks down there as ya want!"
It was her turn to shake her head. "I'm sorry Beej. But I'm talking about real people! In the flesh!"
Beetlejuice felt a sudden rush of anger and sadness overcome him. Out of all the times he had been with Lydia, he had actually had a great time! He hardly ever could say that about anyone else. He was nothing without Lydia! She couldn't want to stop their fun and adventures right now! Could she?
While Beetlejuice was thinking all this over, Lydia had gone from reading the bird book, to browsing around the office, looking at old photos of Adam and Barbara still sitting on the top of the bookshelves, since Charles Deetz had requested this particular room in the house to be left alone as it was, that included all the old ghostly couple's furniture and belongings still spread around the house, much to Delia's dismay.
Beetlejuice moved over to where Lydia stood, with a determined look in his eyes. He said nothing to Lydia, but grabbed a tight hold of one of her hands in his, and began pulling her toward the door of the office.
"Hey! Beej! What the hell do you think you're doing? Let go of me!" Lydia yelled as she fought in Beetlejuice's tight hold. But it was no use fighting, as the poltergeist pulled her out into the hall.
Still screaming, Lydia was thinking of what had happened to her ghostly friend so suddenly that would allow him to act so strangely. But after moment of thinking, she didn't reach a final reason, and grew quieter, curious to see where Beetlejuice was planning on taking her as they made their way past her room, and toward the stairs of the attic.
Lydia thought Beetlejuice was going to stop as they stood before the attic stairs, but her pulled her up as fast as he could, and kicked the usually locked door open.
Lydia gasped. "Beej! You're in big trouble! You know how much Adam and Barbara hate it when you impose without permission in their space!"
"Forget that rule right now Lyds, I'm taking you to the other side now."
Lydia planted her feet as hard as she could into the floor, and caused Beetlejuice to slow down a little.
He turned to her and glared. "What's the matter Lyds?"
She only frowned in answer.
"What's that look for? A while ago you couldn't wait to go through that door!" He pointed over to the back of the large attic, to the back wall, where a door was drawn on the bricks of the wall in plain white chalk.
Beetlejuice dragged Lydia along with him to the door, and knocked twice on the bricks, before turning around to look at Lydia.
"Lyds, this is only for your own good." He said as he knocked the third time, loudly.
End of Chapter 4