This is a short chapter I know, but like most of my stories, I have to take a bit to set up. Please be patient with me, everything is unfolding and taking it's time. It's surprising me a bit too. I never know where a story will take me while I'm writing it. This chapter and the next surprised me a bit and I hope you're surprised too. Again I love reviews, please feel free.
Lydia raced home, praying that she wouldn't get a speeding ticket on her way. When she arrived at the house she saw her father and Delia just about to climb into the car.
"Pumpkin, we weren't expecting to see you." Her father said a bit uneasy.
"Classes were cancelled and I had a break." She said waving her hand in the air. "Are you two going somewhere?" She asked pulling her suitcase out of the trunk.
"Yes, we were actually heading up to New York this weekend." Delia said waiting to get into the car.
"Great. I'll have a little peace and quiet while you guys have a vacation." She said giving her father and Delia a quick hug and walking into the house.
"Do you think we should let her stay here by herself?" Charles asked hoping that he might be able to get out of spending the time and money in New York.
"She's almost nineteen years old Charles, she can spend a weekend by herself. Let's go, I want to get settled into our hotel and do a little shopping before the night is out." Delia climbed into the passenger side and waited. Charles sighed and sent a look up before climbing into the driver's seat and starting the car.
Lydia raced up to her room and ran to her mirror.
"Beetlejuice." She called. Instantly she saw him staring at her in disbelief.
"Lyds? Is that you Babes?" He asked, his eyes wide in hope. She sighed. He looked as horrible as she felt, his rich emerald green eyes were dull and red from crying and he had lost more weight than she thought possible.
"Yes, it's me Beetlejuice."
"Babes if you don't say it one more time, I'm gonna die all over again."
"Beetlejuice." The second she uttered the word he was in her room and holding her close. She finally felt like she was alive being in his arms. They just held each other for what seemed like forever until Beetlejuice gently pulled her away.
"What about Chuckie and the Delia monster?" He asked brushing the hair out of her eyes. She smiled a siren's smile and reached up to kiss him.
"Gone, all weekend." She murmured. It wasn't long before they were heading towards her bed pulling clothes off and throwing them away. They spent the rest of the afternoon and night entangled in the sheets. Lydia finally fell asleep, her leg in between his and her arms wrapped around his chest. She hadn't slept that well since she'd left.
"I love you Beej." She murmured just before she fell asleep. Beetlejuice heard her and tightened his grip on her. She'd said it when she was falling asleep. Did she mean it? He wanted to wake her up and ask her, but he couldn't. He knew from the moment he saw her that she had been as miserable as he was. She needed her sleep. He never knew that those simple words could move him so much, and he didn't want to admit it. Did he love her? He'd never loved anyone in his life, living or otherwise. He didn't know what it felt like. It was a long time before he was able to sleep, thoughts drifting in and out of his mind.