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Cliffhangers, yeah I know I keep giving you a cliffhanger, but to my defense, if I don't know what's going to happen next how on earth can you guys know? I generally have a vague idea of what I want to get down, but how and when I get there, I don't have a clue. When I write I come up with things I had no idea I was going to put in until they were down on paper. Then I have to figure out how I'm going to make it work and what is going to happen after that, so I'm coming up with new things all of the time and I have to leave the story at a place that seems like a good resting point so I can think about it.

To my defense though. I do update very quickly. I don't think I've spent more than a day before I've updated a new chapter and that's working on TWO stories. I think I update everyday on both of them so that's a lot of switching back and forth from romance/comedy type to really dramatic and suspenseful, so you gotta give me a little credit. Right?

Anyway back to the story! There's lots more to come. I just have to think of it now ;)

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Keegan Eavan

Layla paced around her room and knew that she was going crazy. She missed him, a lot and it had only been a day since he'd left her. Well, she made him leave her if she was honest with herself. It just wasn't fair. She did need to figure out what was going on with her, but she wanted him there as well. He made her feel alive and that was difficult considering that she hadn't even felt like that when she really was alive.

She was already dead, why did her life have to get any harder? She didn't have a clue about what she was feeling, everything just seemed to be mixed up and she couldn't tell one emotion from the other. The whole time she was alive she grew up learning to be numb, void of all feelings and now they were flooding her and it was overwhelming. She was confused, was this love? No, surely not. She'd only known him for a few days. You couldn't fall in love that fast, could you? She certainly had fun with him and she felt like she could be herself around him. The person she'd always pressed away and hidden from the rest of the world when she was living.

Things didn't change a lot when she died. She'd slipped into a comfortable and safe afterlife of scaring off people and living alone. Scaring people was the only time that she felt like she had any spirit in her. Other than that she felt like nothing, might as well be air. Then Beetlejuice came into her life and turned it upside down. She had a terrifying thought that she only liked him so much because he was the first person she'd been able to talk to since she'd died. Actually, he was the first person she'd been able to talk to, ever. The thought that she liked him only because of that scared her to her toes. It hit her like a ton of bricks and she tried to push it away, but it kept coming back nagging in the back of her mind. He was a schmoozer and a charmer, that was for sure. She knew that he wanted to sleep with her, but was there anything else beyond that for them? She shook her head, even more confused.

She did share things with him that she'd never told anyone before and he did tell her a little bit about himself as well. That counted for something, but how much? God, why couldn't her afterlife be simple? Well, it was until she called him into her life, but then again it was also boring and lonely. She had always secretly dreamed of something more, but she always felt like it was just a dream and she'd accepted that she'd never have that in her own life or afterlife. Now she had some excitement in her life and she felt herself becoming the person she'd always wanted to be, as strange as that sounded. She thought about him, seeing him in her mind's eye. He wasn't too much taller than she was and definitely looked like a ghost, but there was something about him that made her feel like she was warm and she hadn't felt that way, well, ever. She would consider him handsome, extremely if he just scrubbed up a little bit. There was also something else about him that made her tingle. He had a sort of charisma that appealed to her. One more than one occasion she felt her knees go weak when he'd look at her, particularly when he was joking about dragging her to bed.

She felt beyond horrible when she'd frozen up on him when he'd kissed her the few precious times that he did. She wanted so much more, but wasn't exactly sure what that meant. She'd seen things on televison and knew about the general idea, but experiencing them was so much more different. She'd always lived vicariously through the television or in books, dreaming about someone coming in and doing those things to her, but when the opportunity did present itself she locked herself up. She sighed and flung herself on her bed. Why did it have to be so difficult? She heard a knock on her door before it opened.

"I have no idea why I just knocked. This is my house after all." Rowena said and walked in.

"Why on earth do you want?" Layla asked. She still didn't know why she talked out loud to any of the people that lived in her house. Sometimes she actually expected them to answer her questions, but she might as well have been talking to a wall.

"I wanted to have a talk with you. You've been awfully quiet the past couple of days and I wanted to make sure that you'd be at the party. I know that you probably know this, but Sloane has a major client coming over and we would love it if you'd show something wild. Really let them know what an exciting place we live in and how exciting we are. It would mean so much to us if you could do that, well him anyway." Rowena said. Layla frowned at her, she sounded like she was begging Layla to do something. She sighed and made the lights blink on and off. Rowena sighed with relief and smiled.

"Oh good, I'm glad that you're still here." She said. Layla rolled her eyes and got up from the bed and moved past Rowena. She shivered, but still smiled. "You know I think that I like the fact that I can talk to you, I know that you won't say anything." Rowena said and sat down on the chair.

"Oh goody." Layla said and rolled her eyes again and looked out the window. It was dark out, but the stars were shining. She wondered if Beetlejuice was seeing the same sky that she was, wondered where he was at and what he was looking at.

"So you know that Jack came over yesterday and you heard. I'm assuming you figured out what was going on." Rowena said and ran her hand through her hair.

"Ya think?" Layla said.

"It's not that I don't love Sloane, but we've just been growing apart for the last few years. I want to see and be seen, have the whole city looking at me and be the life of the party. He just wants to settle down and have a family. I'm really not the family type of person, really. I just let him think that because he wants one so bad."

"Very generous of you." Layla spat out.

"I just want our lives to be like every other couple that we know. The husbands work and the wives stay home and do whatever they feel like. They all go out and do lunch, have pedicures and facials. None of my friends have children and since I can't have any anyway I don't want them either. Messy and smelly, ick. I'd still feel that way even if I could have children. I can think of a hundred other things I could spend money on, but Sloane wants to have an actual family. He grew up in a big family and wants one of his own. I think it would break his heart if he knew that I couldn't have any children and then he'd divorce me to get someone who could. He's worked his whole life to save up to have a family. He was poor when he was young and that's what made him work so hard to get where he's at now. You know I never would have looked twice at him if he hadn't been walking down Walstreet in an expensive suit." Rowena said. Layla could only look at her and shake her head. Rowena sounded like a callous and calculating woman who just wanted money and didn't even care about her husband. She really was a piece of work. Layla actually began to feel a little sorry for Sloane to be married to her. Rowena mentioned that he had his share of affairs that he'd done, but he really didn't deserve being lied to and living on a false hope.

"That's just so sad and you don't even realize it." Layla said and opened her door for Rowena. Rowena turned her head to look at the opened door.

"I guess I'll take the hint." She said and turned to walk out. "Remember this weekend, don't forget." She called.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." Layla said and smirked. She couldn't wait until the weekend. As bad as she felt for Sloane she still didn't want to have to deal with their problems and with Rowena around she knew that tonight was only the beginning of it. Rowena was the type of person who would do whatever she wanted and if she wanted to talk to Layla, then she would.

She wished that the weekend would hurry up and arrive. Not only would she be able to have those people out of her house, but also because she got to see Beetlejuice again and she hoped that she was going to find out what was going on with him and this Deetz person. She was really interested in what was going on behind that and why he didn't want to tell her anything about it. Every time she began to think about him she wanted him here with her. She knew that she could have called him back and he would've come flying to her. She'd told him that she needed time and she wasn't lying about that. She also wanted to prove to herself that she could live without him around her, even though it was killing her on the inside. Maybe this was love? She'd never loved anyone in her entire life so how could she possibly know what it felt like? If it was the feeling that you were completely miserable without them and confused around them, but happy at the same time, then she would have to admit to herself that she did love him. She shook her head and laid back down on the bed. She just wished that she knew or not and she wanted to know if he felt the same. That would be a fate worse than this. If she realized that she loved him, but he just wanted to have sex with her and leave her. She furrowed her brow at that thought. Now she had something completely new to worry about.