Prompt 2! Was on a roll so I wanted to finish up a second one.
Anyway, this one is more internal thoughts than anything, but I look forward to getting to know the older Deetz sister as we go. Enjoy!
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Larissa eyed the demon across the room, trying to hide the smile on her face behind the book she wasn't really reading. It had to be going on a half an hour now of his constant harassment. He bounced constantly between trying to get the Maitlands to join in on some terribly conceived prank and flirting shamelessly with anyone that moved in the room.
Beetlejuice's gaze flickered towards her as he heard a brief snicker from her. As if that was his cue, the green haired demon shifted gears and settled at the arm of her chair and slung an arm over her shoulder. "You'll help a guy out, won't ya, babe?"
Larissa rolled her eyes as she tried to suppress a shiver from the suddenly chilly contact. "Yeah… no."
"Aww, come on!" he whined as he squeezed her shoulders and leaned in front of her, staring into her brown eyes. "You know you want to see those neighbors jump out of their skin."
Her reply was shutting her book and pushing his chest with it, successfully pushing him off the edge of her chair. "As amusing as that might be, I want no part in this plan. It sounds terrible," she said bluntly as she looked down at him.
"You're all no fun. Fine." He stood up with a shrug then grinned deviously with some sort of plan being finalized. "See ya!" With that, he disappeared.
Larissa was sure they'd hear about whatever poor creature was terrorized by him soon enough. She couldn't help but laugh lightly at the thought, as terrible as it might be. After all, she knew he wouldn't go too far.
If she said that to Lydia, Adam, or Barbara, she was sure they would have some sort of doubt to that. She couldn't help it though. She never considered herself an optimist, after all, as Lydia's older sister, she certainly was to blame for some of Lydia's tendencies. But she couldn't help but hope for the best when it came to Beetlejuice. Perhaps she was being naïve, but she couldn't help it. Sure, she could see glimpses of the terrible demon that everyone told her about, but that was it. Just glimpses. Comments. No actual actions.
She didn't think he would be able to curb all his homicidal tendencies without quite a life, or in this case, death changing event. She might have been at college during all of it, but she just didn't see how the guy she currently knew was the same one she was told about.
Don't get her wrong. He certainly liked to drive people crazy, whether it was trying to get a peak at any living or dead being in the house and making everyone scream when they least expected it. He was terrible. But she loved it.
Every day was entertaining and it was all thanks to the ghost with the most. And that he certainly was.