DON'T FORGET THE DEAD, BABES
He stared at her--her chest slowly rising and falling in an uneven rhythm, her pale hand clenching the black satin sheets that covered her bed, her eyelids still caked with dark makeup flitting just the slightest as he mind raced through a dream.
They'd had a fight the other day: he had scared one of her new friends and the girl had decided Lyds was a bad influence or something. Lyds couldn't be more pissed off at him.
"Get the hell out of my life, BJ!" she had howled, pummeling her delicate little fists into his unfeeling chest.
"Cut it out, babes," he had growled, shoving her away.
She had screamed and cried at him--this was the last friend she'd lose because of him, she said.
Beetlejuice crossed his legs as he hovered beside her large, round bed. She looked so damn cute and so peaceful, and she wasn't just some little girl anymore. It really bothered him, how quickly she was growing up. She was spending less and less time with him and more and more time with the living. Who would he have if she just forgot him completely?
That thought gave him a feeling he never thought he was capable of experiancing:
Fear.
He shuddered and glanced at her sleeping form again. She mumbled something under her breath that sounding like "googenschniefer." He smiled a little, seeing the little girl in her once more. He knew that by tomorrow they'd make up and that they'd have more fun and games together, just like they had for years now.
She wouldn't forget him...she couldn't...
He sighed and bent down, kissing her on the cheek. "Don't leave me, babes. Kay?"
She rolled over, swatting at the place where he had kissed her and he frowned, hovering backwards.
"My baby's growin' up," he muttered thoughtfully before dissappearing from the young Deetz girl's bedroom.