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Mr and Mrs Beetlejuice
Chapter 2, Inform the new become in-laws
With a wild ear-piercing sound of a car, braking to a halt just right beside the holdhold belonging to the Juice family. Doomie honked his horn in an odd tune informing his masters that they have arrived before he flew open Lydia's side door for get to get out.
"Thanks Doomie," said Lydia, tapped him lightly on the bonnet as she ran over on to the other to get Beetlejuice out. "Babes nooooo!" moaned Beetlejuice in dispair as he gripped tightly on to the steeling wheel.
"Oh come on Beetlejuice," groaned Lydia, when Doomie opened Beetlejuice side door for Lydia to get hold of Beetlejuice by his jacket and then begin pulling and heaving him out.
After about a minute or so of doing this, Lydia finally gave up at him pulling him by the jacket and then tried tugging him out by one of his ankles.
Now this seemed to be working because Beetlejuice was starting to loosen his grip on the steering wheel, but refusing to let go he tightened his grip and in doing so every time Lydia pulled, she would end up lifting Doomie slightly off his wheels so that he was balancing on only two of them and when Lydia was getting tired in pulling Doomie would land on all fours again with a hard bang.
"Let's go," she said through gritted teeth.
Getting annoyed with his masters, Doomie decided to help Lydia by getting one of his snakes (remember Doomie has snakes as safety belts) he ordered the snake to slap its tail hard at Beetlejuice's hand, causing him enough pain to release his hold on the steering wheel.
Except for the snake didn't slap its tail at his hand instead it bit him. Yelling in pain Beetlejuice finally let go of the steering wheel and then cursed Doomie for his loyalty before sticking his fingernails deep into the ground so when Lydia dragged him he would scrap the ground.
"No Lyds, I don't wanna do this," moaned Beetlejuice.
"We don't have a choice," she told him as she dragged him into the Juice's front yard.
"Why are you so afraid of telling them?" Lydia asked him, dropping his feet to the floor when they reached the steps to the door.
"Because I am, okay?" yelled Beetlejuice.
"But why?"
Getting up from the floor and onto his feet, he placed his fists on his hips. Looked down at her and then asked her, "Well, how would you feel if we were to tell your parents about this?"
Lydia gave a worrying frown, "point taken." With any luck, Lydia hoped that she wouldn't need to let her parents about this until such time, but for now she put it to one side and out of her mind for the time being.
"Is it because she won't approve of me being a daughter-in law?" she asked him.
Beetlejuice stared at her in disbelief, "Oh Babes, how could you think that? My ma loves ya, I mean who doesn't?"
Lydia blushed slightly and gave a small smile, before begin serious again. "Then I don't understand what appears to be the problem?"
He gazed up into the sky and let out a sigh. "Babes, you don't understand," he said, grasping her by the shoulders, gently mind. "Ma is going to go spear with me when we tell her that this is a force marriage."
Lydia looked bewildered, "well-" she said. "Surely we won't need to tell her that, would we?"
He chuckled half-heartedly. "Babes, even if we don't tell her ma would be able to there is something fishy about the whole thing," he said before pulling a horrible looking fish that smelled bad from inside his pants pocket.
Lydia simple stared at him as she watched him toss the bad smelling fish away, unsure what to make of the whole thing.
As if he could tell what she was thinking, Beetlejuice gave a heavy sigh and then stuck his hands deep into his pants pockets. "It's not that the fact that I'm just getting married, Lyds. It's the fact that I'm marrying you, as I said before they love you. My folks and I am worried on how they are going to react when we tell them," he explained miserably. "I feel bad enough as it is, so I don't need them making me feel worse about all this than I already do."
It all suddenly became clear to her; in the Neitherworld everyone knew that 'The famous Ghost of the Most,' was a very proud and stubborn ghoul, with a big ego. Which is all true, but what many folks in the Neitherworld didn't know is that he rarely did guilt, simply because they thought he was incapable of feeling that kind emotions.
Lydia was probable the only one who did know that he did, she had seen it many times before drawing their years of friendship together and when he did, he didn't take to it very well. Why she didn't realize it before?
Trying to cheer him up she leaked her arm through his, and gazed up into his pale green eyes with a soft smile. "BJ, I have already told you I'm not angry with you because of this."
He looked doubtable at her.
Two very pale shade of pink patches on her pale cheeks as Lydia blushed slightly. "Well- maybe a little," she confessed.
He turned his head to look away from her, unable to bear the shame, "I knew it!"
Full of sympathy she gave sigh and then reached up to cup the one side of his cheek so that she could get him to look back at her. "Yes, I was angry... at first, but then I realized," she paused for a second, as if she was consuming her thoughts before looked back at his face with a sweet smiled. "Perhaps being married won't be such a bad thing."
"You're just saying that," he said flatly.
Lydia shook her head, "No I am, look." Why did he sometimes doubt what she meant? She wondered. "I know that this isn't something we really want, but unfortunately it going to happen."
"Funny, how you well you sometimes put things together, Babes," he groaned grimly.
Lydia rolled her eyes, "I only meant…. it's not going to like last time."
He frowned in confusion, "Last time?"
"Yes, when we first met remember?" she said, head titled slightly to one side as she spoke with raising eye brows, "when you tried to marry me so you would be let out the Neitherworld."
He started out into space at her comment and groaned, "trust you for being that up."
Lydia couldn't help but smile broadly, "oh you know what I mean BJ, stop being so awkward."
"Can't help it," he mumbled. "The way I'm feeling right at this moment, I don't think I would ever feel like my old self again."
Lydia hummed in differently, "we'll see." She then half buried her face against his chest, for a moment before looking back up into his face, "honestly BJ, why you're making out things to be a lot worse when their not."
He glanced back at Doomie who was standing waiting drive way avoiding to look "Well, I'm failing to see it as anything else Lyds."
"Look at me," she commanded softly, and he did. "I would rather be married to you then not to ever see you again; you're best friend, I don't want to lose not to anything or anyone."
"Really?" he asked, finally giving a wide smile.
"Yeah," said Lydia nodding. "You never know being married might not be so bad in the long run."
He gave a nod, "yeah maybe you're right."
"I know that I'm right. Now come on," she said tucking at his arm. "Let's go and do this." He agreed with another nod before they walked the short amount of steps up to the front door.
Just when Lydia had thought she had made him feel better, Beetlejuice suddenly turned back in to a right affray cat. His knees were tremble e winked in fright as he raised a long red tip finger that shook nervously to ring the door bell and winked again at the sound of the bell, they waited for someone to answer.
"What is that smell?" they heard Beetlejuice's mother, Bee say before she answered the door to them. "Junior, Lydia," she cried in surprise. "Oh how it is to see you both again," she said before pulling Lydia into a hug.
"Hello Mrs Juice," greeted Lydia as she hugged the slightly small woman back with the same warmth as Bee gave her.
"Yeah, hi ma," said Beetlejuice as he stretched out his arms out, getting ready to hug her once she had released Lydia.
Except when Bee did released Lydia, she didn't give him a hug instead she grabbed hold of him by the ear, pulled out her magnifying glass from her apron.
"Oh dear, I see that you still haven't cleaned behind your ears since your last visit," said Bee, when she saw the amount of muck he had behind there.
Beetlejuice groaned with embarrassment, "Oh ma."
"Oh- alright then. Take off your stinky feet and wipe them clean before you come in, dear," said Bee, before she went back into the house.
As she ordered, Beetlejuice literally took off his feet and wiped them on himself, grinning broadly at Lydia as he so.
"Look whose come to see us," Bee told her husband Gnat who was sitting in the lounge, watching the Neitherworld's news on the TV.
"Not now Bee I'm watching the news," groaned Gnat.
Beetlejuice rolled his eyes to the ceiling at the sound of his father moaning; when they walked into the lounge and then turned his head to gaze at Lydia shrugged his shoulders.
Lydia gave a winder smile at him while they listened to Bee rumbled on to her husband about how their son has managed taking the time and effect to come to see them before disappearing off into the kitchen. Grumbling slightly to his wife's bossiness, Gnat stood up from his chair and came walked towards them. "Son, I see that you're still a lay about as ever," he told Beetlejuice.
Bee hummed her approval to her husband's words as she carried a newly fresh pot of coffee from the kitchen, "Not to menace a stinky one at that."
Beetlejuice groaning quietly at their comments, and eyed Lydia at the sound of her giggled. Clearing his throat loudly, Beetlejuice reached for Lydia's left hand and then turned to his parents again. "Er- ma, papa there's something we need to tell you."
"You have finally got a job" Gnat asked hopefully.
Beetlejuice pulled a face of annoyers. "No, that's not it," he said.
"Oh!" said Gnat in disappointment and then walked back to his chair to seat down in it again, and then picked up his emptry mug from the coffee table for Bee to fill it.
"Me and Lyds..." began Beetlejuice reaching for Lydia's hand, "we are getting married."
It took both Gnat and Bee to grasp at what their son had just said them until suddenly… with in those few seconds the atmosphere in the room had change rapidly as the silence in the air. Bee and Gnat stared at their son and Lydia in disbelief with their mouths hanging half open; Bee was in that state of shock that she was unaware that she filled her husband's mug right to the top and pouring the coffee on to her spotless clean carpet.
If Beetlejuice was feeling nervous before, he was deftly bricking it now. Waiting anxiously as to what was their reaction going to be.
Finally what felt like hour rather than minutes, Bee blinked her tiny little eyes replied at her son and then unable to take her gaze from him, she handled the coffee pot wordlessly to her husband and then clasp her hands together, humming as she did so.
"Junior," she said, nibbling at her bottom lip as she glanced uncertain at him. "Dear, you... you do relives that Lydia - is young for marriage, didn't you?"
Beetlejuice scratched the back of his neck as he looked away from her. "Not accounting to Mental she isn't," he mumbled.
Bee frowned in confusion as if she didn't quite understood as to what her son had meant until suddenly her tiny beaded eyes widen in fury and then let out a gasp of outrage, "Oh no junior, do you mean to tell us that this is to be a forced marriage?"
Beetlejuice gazed back at her. "Yeah, it is," he said with a nod.
"Oh you're poor dear," cried Bee as she roughly pushed Beetlejuice aside and pulled her into her arms in an embrace and gentle pattered her back.
Lydia looked stunned for a moment and then glanced at Beetlejuice over Bee's shoulder as she hugged the little women back, unsure what to say no what else to do if she didn't.
Beetlejuice raised an eyebrow at his mother in bewildered as he watched her hug Lydia. "Is a marriage to me going to be such a big bad thing?" he asked his mother.
Bee then pulled away from Lydia and turned on her son. "How could you have let this happen? And to Lydia, your best and only friend you got?" she demanded, waving a pointed finger in his face.
"Hey!" snap Beetlejuice angrily, staring with narrow eyes at his mother's finger. "I didn't ask for this to happen."
Bee hummed her disbelief and folded her arms against her chest. "But you didn't do anything to have prevented it either," she said angrily.
"I though you'll be pleased to know that you're finally getting a daughter in-law at last," he said to her.
"I am," she said affectedly as two small rosy patches suddenly appeared on each sided of her checks. "But I would of have preferred it, if you hadn't forced her."
"I didn't," said Beetlejuice defensively. "It was Lydia's choice."
"Not really," argued Bee. "No doubt Mental had something else up his sleeve that have would be a lot worse if you had refused," She said with her eyes closed and wobbling her head side ways as she spoke.
Lydia was stared at his mother with wild eyes, Beetlejuice was right she wasn't a fool when it comes to certain things.
"What did I tell ya," he mumbled to Lydia at the corner of his mouth.
Despite of everything Lydia still felt like that she needed to defend him, "it was accidence Mrs Juice, and I'm sure that if Beetlejuice had any idea what this would of lead too…"
Beetlejuice glance at Lydia and was so sure that he felt his dead still heart was fill like it was alive as she defend him; this is what he mostly what he loved about Lydia, no matter what he had done wrong and she would also end up getting the blame as well Lydia will never turned her back on him none let anyone trampled all over him even know he did deserved it.
"…he would had down all that he can to have prevent," said Lydia and he nodded his head at her words.
"That's sweet of you dear," she told Lydia gentle patting her hand and then gave a heavy sigh. "Oh well, at least something good is going to come out of this."
Beetlejuice frowned in confusion at his mother, "Oh yeah? In what way?"
"We'll get to see a lot more of you now," said Bee happily. "You hardly came to visit us before you've met Lydia."
At that very moment Beetlejuice wanted to full on to the floor and cry like a baby to his mother's words as he pulled a miserable face.
This was the last thing he wanted to happen but since his parents were coming round to the idea of the marriage, Beetlejuice thought that best for him to not say anything of the subject and stuck his hands deep into his pants pockets.
"Right then," said Bee as she clasped her tiny hands together. "What sort of wedding is it going to be?" she asked in a business sort of tone.
Beetlejuice and Lydia then frowned at her in surprise before turning to gaze at each other. "Well Mental mean that it is to be a small do, why?" Beetlejuice asked his mother.
"So then we can start making the arrangements," she said smiling.
Beetlejuice looked blackly at her for a second, "what sort of arrangements? I mean… I don't think it needs to be a big do or anything."
Bee shook her head, "I wasn't excepting it to be."
Gnat hummed quietly as thought he was thinking about something before he spoke, "the smaller the better, I think. What with it taking place in the world of the living, we can't make too much of a racked or otherwise we'll alarm the people there."
"But I would like it to be memorable," Bee told her husband before turning back to Beetlejuice. "Is Lydia allowed to wear a dress at all?"
Beetlejuice gave a wild smile, "Why? Are you going to pick her in the white gown?"
Bee pulled a face of irritate back at him, "I think that the white dress wouldn't go very well, surprise what with Lydia's lovely pale skin. No, I was thinking something simple not to much and that is tastefully."
"That is awfully sweet of you Mrs Juice," said Lydia with a shy smile. "But..."
"Oh please, do call me Bee," interrupted Bee as she reached out to place a hand on Lydia's shoulder. "I mean after tomorrow we'll be particularly family."
Beetlejuice bit his bottom lip to prevent himself from saying anything and he rolled his eyes before he glanced back at Lydia. "I was thinking that maybe I could just wear a dress suit," Lydia subjected.
"It wouldn't be any trouble dear if that's what you are worried about," insisted Bee quickly.
Lydia was really struggling to say no to her, it wasn't like she didn't appreciate Bee's offer but after a life time of experience of Delia's handy work. She was concerned that Bee will do her a gown that she wouldn't like, and that was her biggest concerne so she turned to Beetlejuice for help.
However Beetlejuice didn't appear to be any help to her all, he just shrugged his shoulders and gave her 'if she insists' sort of look and left her to make her own decision.
"Well as long you are sure?..." she said nervously.
Bee gave a wild smile and then reached out to grasp Lydia's hands tightly, "of course I'm sure, I wouldn't have suggested otherwise."
Again Lydia turned her head to glance at Beetlejuice, and he shrugged his shoulders as he tilted his head to one side and pulled a face.
"Oh! I had almost forgotten," Bee asked Lydia. "I take it that your parents don't know anything about this, am I right?"
Lydia frowned curiously at her for a second before she shook her head, "they don't even know about Beetlejuice or the Neitherworld."
Bee put a thoughtfully finger to her lip and placed her other hand on her hip as she hummed, "thought as much. Did Mental explain when you should tell them?"
"I'm afraid that they don't, sorry," said Lydia shaking her head and then went very pale again as she gave a worrying frown. "You think that they should be told?"
Beetlejuice butted in, "Er- I don't think that would a very good an idea, do you." He turned to his mother again, "they'll split us up for good if tell them."
"Oh dear calm down," Bee told him waving an inpatient hand about in the air. "I'd pretty much gathered that, and I won't blame them really, no parent would want they'll only child end up married to a dead man."
Beetlejuice groaned quietly.
"What I meant is has Mental explained on when they should be told? I mean, I suspect in the near future her parents will want her to marry someone who's a life."
"That is a good point," said Lydia, turning to Beetlejuice. "Lyds we can worry about that when the time comes," said Beetlejuice taking hold of her hand and squeezed it gentle in his.
Bee nodded, "I guess but still it's something you two really need to think about. I mean it could turn very ugly."
"Ma, once we have made our vows they can't do anything about it, if they do find out. We'll be together for all eternally, unless one of us even becomes fidelity but that won't happen," Beetlejuice explained.
Gnat and Bee turned to one another. "very well," said Gnat quitey as he leaned back
Bee then clasped her tiny hands together in excitement, "Oohhh...There is so much that needs to be done." She then began pacing about the room before them, Gnat frowned at his wife with an odd expression on his face it was as if he had never seem her like this before. "I' better get in touch with the whole crew," she cried excitedly.
Beetlejuice shrieked in fear, "oh no ma, you're not going to invite the whole family."
Bee stared at him in disbelief as if she couldn't understand why he asked such a question. "Why of course I am," she said in a matter of fact sort of tone.
"Your Aunt Irma and Uncle Sid will be delighted to hear when I tell them. I can't say the same for your Aunt Lucy and Uncle Victor mind you, but there you go," she shrugged with her hands raised in the air.
"Yeah," Beetlejuice grumbled moodily. "But if it were Donny getting married it would be a very different story."
Lydia gave him a sympathetic look. "I weren't let it bother you BJ," she said as she rubbed his back smoothly, trying to do her best in making him feel better. "You know that I wouldn't have you any other way," she told him sweetly.
He turned towards her and smiled wild. "Thanks Babes, but it's not only my Uncle Victor and Ant Lucy that I got a problem with," he explained. "It's my Ant Irma and Uncle Sid that I'm most worried about they will send me down the guilt trip once they find out that this is a forced married."
"Oh they wouldn't be interested in knowing the details on why you are getting married," said Bee over heard his confession to Lydia. "Besides they only need to take a look at Lydia to understand why."
Both Beetlejuice and Lydia wild their eyes in surprise and then turned to look at each other, Beetlejuice went bright red with embarrassment and Lydia returned a shy smile.
"And Donny will be so thrilled to be your best man," said Bee excitedly.
"What? Now wait a minute…" Beetlejuice yelled angrily causing his mother to stop pacing about. "No way am I having Donny as my best man."
"He's your brother," she said calmly, as it there shouldn't be any objection on the matter.
"B-but...B-But-" bubbled Beetlejuice helplessly. "I was going to ask Jacques."
"Sorry dear but Donny is family," she said, in an end of discussion sort of tone.
Beetlejuice turned to look at Lydia, "whose wedding is this? Ours or theirs?" Lydia didn't comment and simply smiled back at him as she rubbed his back smoothly.
"Why don't you all go and sit down and make yourselves comfortable?" said Bee indicting on of the two seat sofas that she had, facing one another.
Beetlejuice took hold of Lydia's hand and lead her towards on of them to sit on, but before either of them sat down on it, Bee had quickly wiped out a couch-wrapper from inside her apron and wrapped it over the couch they were about to sit on.
"Yuck!" she said once they sat down and saw the muck that came off Beetlejuice's clothes all over the clean wrapper. "Right first thing tomorrow morning you're taking a bath before we do anything," Bee told him.
Beetlejuice moaned in despair at his mother's words, "oh no ma not that anything but that."
"Dear you smell worse than a garbage can, you're having one and that's that," she told him.
"Can things get any worse," he whispered to Lydia, with a look of pure misery on his face.
Lydia knew exactly how to cheer him up; she took hold of his hand in her right hand, lifted it up slightly so that she could leek her other arm around his as she snuggled closer. "It's only for tomorrow, and then once the wedding is over you can get dirty as much as you want, okay?"
He smiled wildly at her, "oh Babes, I don't know what I've done to deserve you."
Lydia gave a shy smile and pattered his hand.
"Right," said Bee clapping her hands together as she faced the room. "While you two make yourselves comfortable I'll just go and make your beds," She told them before turning her back to them and head for the stairs.
He stared at his mother with wild eyes. "What makes you think that we'll stay over?" he asked her.
She stopped with one foot of the stairs and a hand of the poll. "Why dear," she said turning to face him. "There's so much that needs to be done tomorrow that the smarted thing is for you and Lydia to stay here tonight, we all need to up bright and earlier first thing tomorrow morning."
"But Ma Mental isn't excepting us till noon," said Beetlejuice.
"Exactly," said Bee importantly.
"It gives us very little time for all of us to be ready," explained Gnat.
It looked like that Beetlejuice was not going to win this argument, feeling depressed and fully of misery he turned to Lydia and shrugged his shoulders, silently pleading her for help.
Unable to give any, she gave a sigh and simple rubbed his back. "Well then…" she said in a low voice and looked up at him. "I'll need to let my partners know that I'm not coming home tonight."
"Not a problem, Babes," said Beetlejuice turning towards her. "Once we are on our own, you could call your folks and make out that you're staying at a friend's house tonight."
"What friend?" Lydia asked him. "I don't think neither Prudence nor Bertha could give me an alibi?"
"Betty Juice, of course" he reminded her. "They don't know where she..." he paused to chuckle. "Ha,ha or should I say where I live so they wouldn't be able to come looking for you, nor will they ask any questions. Your mother will be too thrilled to hear that you're mingling with the other kids than to question about it."
Lydia gave a frown of approval "sounds like a good plan."
"Okay," said Bee again. "I'll go and set up your rooms for tonight Lydia you could use Donny's old room... "
"Oh no it's okay ma," he called out to his mother. "Save ya less work, Lyds can share with me."
"I don't think that's appropriate do you?" argued Bee.
"What do you mean not appropriate? We're get married tomorrow," Beetlejuice told his motherr.
"Now look here son," said Gnat warningly, pointing a finger at him. "Don't speak to your mother in sort of tone."
"BJ its okay," whispered Lydia nervously, she never did felt very comfortable when he argued with his family.
"No, it's not Lyds," he hissed back quietly.
He gaze annoyed with his mother, "but Ma and Lyds have shared a room before."
"Ohh…" moaned Bee uncomfortable. "Very well, but as all there's no funny business." she said told him.
"As if," said Beetlejuice.
Bee gave him a look before disappearing up the stairs and then came back down about an hour later where she found them all seated in the lounge while Gnat watched the TV.
"Okay your room is all made up dear," she told her son.
Beetlejuice glance over his shoulder to look at his mother and then sigh of relief, "Right ho," he said jumping to his feet as he got off the couch and caught hold of Lydia by the wrist as he did so. "I think it's time that we'll hit the hay, see you both in the morning."
"See you in the morning," said Bee as she watched them go up.
Thank you for reading, I really do hope you liked it. Please do send in you comments becasue I really do appreciative it, also I want to know how you all feel about it. I'm already working on chapter 3 so hopefully it will be ready very soon, you all been wonderfully.