Disclaimer: I don't own BeetleJuice, Lydia, Jacques, Ginger, etc. Tim Burton, Warner Bros., and Nelvana do.

Okay…this is my first fic. If you like it, great. If not, hey, I get credit for trying to make you people laugh.

Background: Lydia is 18 years old and living with her parents while attending college. After a fight with Delia (whom we all know and love…to hate) she moves in with BeetleJuice until she can afford a place of her own. Meanwhile, BeetleJuice has some explaining to do…again.

Jacques walks into the kitchen to find BeetleJuice on the search for any bugs that might have alluded him. BeetleJuice looks up to see a fuming Jacques rapping his bony knuckles on the table.

BeetleJuice: "What's eatin you bonehead?"

Jacques: "You, of course. How could you tell Lydia zhat she could move here without asking moi?"

BeetleJuice: "Her step-mom was being an even bigger bitch than usual so I gave her a place to crash."

Jacques: "Ze decision is not yours Be-atlejoose! I care about Lydia too but if she is without assistance from her parents and as no job ow do you expect er to pay ze rent? It's not like you can help er. You barely ave enough to pay your own bills!"

BeetleJuice: "This doesn't concern you bone breath. I'll deal with it.

Jacques: "Your methods only make problems worse Be-atlejoose or ave you forgotten?

BeetleJuice: "I said this ain't got squat to do with you so put a lid on it."

BeetleJuice's finger tip lights up shooting a ray of lightning at Jacques whose mouth is instantly covered by a metal plate. BeetleJuice storms out slamming the door behind him. Ginger enters the kitchen after her tap-dancing practice.

Ginger: "What's going on in here? How am I supposed to practice my dancing with all of this yelling?

Ginger takes a look at Jacques who is still clearly furious, trying to pry off the metal lid.

Ginger: "I should've known. What did BeetleJuice do this time?

Jacques succeeds at long last to pry the metal off of his mandible.

Jacques: "We had annuzair argument and e stormed out. E's probably out getting drunk at some orrible night club.

Ginger: "Best let him cool off Jacques, you know he can't handle his own juice. Besides, now the place is peaceful."

Jacques: "Oui, Ginger but for how long?

Meanwhile BeetleJuice is downing a few cold ones at the local bar to let off some earlier acquired steam while explaining the scenario to the bartender.

BeetleJuice: "I mean what was I supposed to do, kick her ass out on the street? She's the best thing that's happened to that dump, you know what I mean?

The bartender nodded and BeetleJuice continued.

BeetleJuice: She's the only chick out there who actually got to know me instead of just blowin me off. So I helped her out of a jam. She'd've done the same thing for me, in fact she has. Those assholes kicked me out and she got em to take me back.

Bartender: Sound's like you've fallen hard for this Lydia chick.

BeetleJuice spits out the beer he had been draining across the bar.

BeetleJuice: What are you talking about? Me and Lydz! We're just friends…(feels butterflies in his stomach at the thought)…and that's all we'll ever be. She's still hung up on living guys.

BeetleJuice paid his tab and left. He began his solitary drive home, his mind buzzing with thoughts of the girl he now realized he cared for more than a friend.

BeetleJuice: "Oh Lydz when are you ever gonna give up on those living chumps and get a look at what's right in front of ya? How are we ever gonna have a chance if all you see me as is a ghost?

BeetleJuice was forcibly yanked from his reverie and forced to slam on the brake as the cars in front of him slowed to a stop due to traffic.

BeetleJuice: "Aww Hell! What now? Can anything else go wrong today? He growled impatiently. He wanted to get back and talk to Lydia, besides those beers were starting to affect him, adding a new problem to his never ending list of troubles.

(What goes up must come down and what goes in must come out. Bwa hah hah hah ha!)