A/N: Sorry it took so long. Schoolwork swamped me, and I still have to finish my other stories. Please forgive my lack of time-keeping and enjoy this next chapter.

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BPOV

Her lips tasted so good. She smelled of roses, and rain, and I loved her. Wait, I loved her? I had just admitted that to myself. I loved her.
The words felt strange, even in my own mind. But, I knew it was true. She made me feel loved. Most people didn't give me the time of day, considering my reputation of pulling pranks. This girl was different. She hadn't slapped me once, or claimed to be offended. If I hadn't known any better I would have assumed she was drunk, but she didn't seem like the kind of person to drink.

After a few more seconds, I let her breath, because I remembered she was human. She laid her head down on my chest, her warm cheeks feeling good against the contrast of my cold chest. Her hands were still around my neck, my hands on her waist. I leaned my head agianst the top of hers, but not before planting a kiss on the top of her head.

"I don't want to leave you," she said quietly I got scared then. I knew she had to leave for home, but was it that time yet? I didn't want her out of my life, to never return. If she ever came back to the Neitherworld, I'd have to look her up.

"You don't have to leave now, do you?" I asked her, afraid of her answer.

"No, not yet. I still have time," she said, looking up at me. I sighed with relief. I wasn't quite ready to have her leave me yet. I still wanted to make the most out of the miracle that had been handed to me.

"Would you like to go back for another dance?" I asked her. I remembered how beautiful she had looked with the blue lights casting glows in her eyes.

"Yeah, I would," she said, taking my hand. Her rosy lips turned corners in a breath-taking smile. I just had to smile back. I took her small, pale hand in my own, and I lead her to the dance floor.

We passed the strange statues and bushes, the fireflies casting a light green glow, making me look like a real Hollywood ghost. When she realized that, she looked at me and giggled that beautiful bell-like giggle. I laughed too, relieved she wasn't afraid of me.

We walked into the floor, but the music stopped when we entered. I noticed how the bright white light shone towards the throne of Prince Vince, so I looked in that direction. When I looked at Prince Vince, I saw the anger in his eyes, and I knew that what he had planned was not good.

LPOV

The cold radiating from his body made me shiver, but in delight. I loved how tightly he was holding me. I loved the way his lips moved with mine in a comfroting way. Like seeing you grandmother again, or seeing an old home you used to live in. I realized that each time in my mind, the word "loved" passed through. I had known this man for all of two hours, and I was in love with him? Well, if there ever was a "love at first sight", I was a good example. Beetlejuice made me feel warm, and nice inside. I had never had this particular feeling to anyone else. Being the outcast, few men saw me as a girl rather as a freaky goth who was obssesed with the occult. Beeltejuice made me feel safe, even better then my father had made me feel.

I needed to breathe, and I think he realized that, because he soon let me go for air. I leaned my head against his soft chest, the cool air calming my pink cheeks. I liked this new feeling.

"I don't want to leave you," I said quietly, meaning every word. He was different then any other guy I'd met, and I wanted this moment to last forever. I think he felt the same way, because his body tensed a little, as if he didn't like that idea.

"You don't have to leave now, do you?" he asked. I could hear the worried tone in his voice.

"No, not yet. I still have time," I said, looking up to gaze into his pale, blue eyes. I didn't want him to be angry. I didn't want to leave him either. He gave me a good feeling; one I didn't want to forget anytime soon.

"Would you like to go back for another dance?" he asked me.

"Yeah, I would," I replied, taking his cool hand into my slightly cold one. I was hoping my hand wasn't too sweaty, but he didn't let go or look repulsed, so I took that as a good sign. I smiled up at him, knowing that my smile was genuine. He smiled back; a beautiful, kind smile. My heart beat faster, but I ignored that. I didn't want to look away.

He took my hand too, and we walked passed the statues of the babies and the deformed-looking bushes. I took no notice of it, thought. I was too busy replaying what had just happened a little over five minutes ago. Then, I realized the light of the fireflies gave him a Hollywood-affect ghost glow. I giggled, thinking that it looked to silly put together with him. He laughed too, a warm, welcoming laugh.

We entered with carefree expressions, when I noticed the music had stopped. A light was flashing on the Pince's throne, and curiosity got the better of me as I looked towards the light.I saw Prince Vince standing, look over at us. His small eyes were greddy, and angry looking. I was afraid then, when I heard the next words out of his lips.

"And now, I may choose my bride tonight! Lydia Deetz, I hereby proclaim you as my new wife. To this day, you are my princess, and you belong to me!"