LPOV

The garden was strangely beautiful. That was the first thing that popped into my head as Beetlejuce and I walked outside. The air was cool, and the purple moon hung high above the sky. It was themed as a maze, with fire flies acting as the light green twinkle lights that lead us down the path. Every so often we'd see a fountain of a bird, or a naked baby. Classic statues for the uncreative. I had to admit though, the babies were creative, somewhat. They had glowing painted eyes, but they looked majestic, lovely even. The lights led our way, us looking at the various sites, when Beetlejuice spoke.

"So, what's a girl like you doing in a place like the Neitherworld, considering you a living, and all," he said, curiosity clear in his voice.

"Well, it all started when I tried to communicate with my cat, Percy. He had died a couple of weeks ago, and I missed him. My parents don't pay attention much, and I'm an outcast at school. It sounds pathetic, but Percy was truly my only best friend," I said, as I remembered how it had felt to see Percy dead, cold, and not breathing. Tears formed in my eyes, but I tried to swallow them back. It didn't work.

"What's wrong?" Beetlejuice asked, trying to look at me.

"I'm fine," I sniffed, trying to hold it in. Before he could say anything more, I continued.

"Anyway, I had conjured up Jacques, a skeleton, and he showed me to Neitherworld. After, him, I met Ginger, The Monster Across the Street, and so many other friends. I felt complete here, like I fit in. So, naturally, I stayed here," I continued, remembering the happiness I had felt when I discovered this perfectly strange world. I had felt at peace for once, and at home.

"I'll never be able to repay Ginger and Jacques for the happiness they've given me since I came here. I owe them so much," I said, tearing up again, at the memories of not finding Percy, and the fear when I met the sweet, tap-dancing spider. Also, for the time I carved pumpkins and went inside my first bat cave. I was about to apologized for crying, when I felt someone push my head towards Beeltejuice's chest. I realized it was Beetlejuice himself, trying to comfort me. I should have pulled away, but the coolness of his jacket helped me, and I felt comfortable there. I wrapped an arm around his waist, seeing what he would do.

BPOV

I felt happiness for Lydia. She had finally found a place she could call home, right in the same world I lived in. I felt joy that she had found a comfort away from her home. I also felt the pain she had felt when she lost her cat. I didn't know how, but suddenly, she felt like a part of me. As if I could feel her joy and her happiness at the same time. I liked it, in a sense. Then I noticed her tears.

"What's wrong?" I asked her, trying to get her to look at me. I didn't want to see her cry. That was the worst thing I could have done to her.

"I'm fine," she said quickly, trying to hide her tears. I wanted to ask again, but I didn't want to pressure her. The last thing I needed was a slap to the face.

As she continued, I noticed how her eyes shined when she got to the part about her finding a place to call home. As if she was truly happy. Then I caught sight of the other tears.

I didn't know what came over me. Maybe it was on impulse or instinct, but suddenly, I pulled my hand towards her head, and pulled her towards my chest. Once her head hit my chest, I expected her to jump back, call me a pervert or something, but no. She held perfectly still, and leaned closer.

I liked the feel of her warm cheeks through my jacket. She felt wonderful against me. Then, when I felt completely comfortable, she pulled one arm around my waist, holding me tight.

I was surprised, but in a good way. I really liked this girl. Loved, maybe, but not sure yet. Then, another impulse.

I spun her around so we were facing each other. She looked into my eyes, and I swear she knew what I was about to do. She looked like she wanted me to as well. So, I gave it to her.

Slowly, I leaned in closer to her. She smelled of roses and rain. Soft, floral, and stunning. Her yes were half-lidded as I leaned in closer, almost a two inches from her lips. Then, I heard her whisper, "Thank you."

And with that, I couldn't contain myself any longer, and I gently pressed my cold lips to her warm, moist ones.

A/N: Because I don't want to dissatisfy anyone, and possibly because I can't write a chapter for four or five days, I decided to add a description from Lydia's point of you. I seriously think I'm spoiling you guys, but I want to write it, so, enough of me blabbing. Here it is.

LPOV

His lips were tender against mine. Even though they were cold, I loved the contrast of the two. Coolness and warmth. Fire and Ice. Living, and Dead. I loved every minute of it. He had a musky scent, like something dark and mysterious. So much more alluring then the black scent Prince Vince had. His lips were still soft, and I tried something daring. I moved my lips against his, creating friction. He felt his surprise, but he responded with parting his lips ever so lightly, asking for my entrance. I gladly accepted, and put my tongue through his parted lips. I slowly put my arms around his muscular shoulders, and he put his hands on my slender waist. I leaned in closer, wanting to feel every inch of his body, in a nice way. Not a greedy, sexual way, but a loving, romantic way.

Finally, knowing I had to breathe, he let go, and smiled at me.

"You still having a good time?" he asked, smiling at me with warmness, though not physically.

"The best," I whispered, leaning my head against his chest.