Lydia paced around her room, it was late now, but she couldn't sleep. She kept thinking about Beetlejuice- trying to figure him out. She never thought of him this much before, and it was bothering her. She just wanted answers. He was shrouded in mystery, strange, insane mystery. Lydia was tempted to say his name three times, but she knew it would be bad news. Perhaps she should just try to go back to bed.
The girl climbed back into her safe, warm bed, but she still sat up in anxiety, her eyes peering around her inky purple room.
"Beetle…"
She began, but then she thought about Barbra and Adam. If she invited him, then her friends upstairs could not find out. Neither could her parents….
But her curiosity desperately got a hold of her. It was a chance she'd just have to take.
"Beetlejuice." She took a deep breath. "Beetlejuice."
One more time.
"Beetlejuice…"
Right before her, the infamous ghoul appeared, ready to take a drink of his sweet alcohol; but the sudden change in scenery made him stop and shriek.
"What the hell?"
Lydia was quiet as she slipped out of bed to take a closer look. The estranged ghoul turned slowly to look at her as well.
They were quiet, but then he grinned and made his beer can disappear. This was much more interesting than getting drunk.
"Lydia, right?" He asked, slinking closer, "what a turn of events! I thought you didn't like me, babes! Ya know, letting me gettin' eaten by a sand worm and all, puttin' a stop to our wedding. Is it because of the ring? I told ya, she didn't mean nothin' to me!" Beetlejuice snickered, appearing right behind the girl to place his hands on her shoulders.
"No, no, no!" Lydia cried, shrugging him off. "I don't like you like that in the first place! I just called you because...I wanted answers."
"Answers, huh?" The ghost narrowed his eyes. "Well, what do you wanna know, sweetheart? I'm an open book." He grinned, shining his yellowed teeth in her face.
Lydia frowned, but was glad that he was actually cooperating. For the moment however. "What's your deal?" She replied bluntly.
"My deal?" Beetlejuice restated perplexed, and went around to face her.
"Yeah, your deal." Lydia crossed her arms pointedly. "Why are you so rude to people? Why do you want to scare humans so badly?"
Beetlejuice was briefly taken back by her question, but then replied, "Woah, woah, woah, babes, we barely know each other! I can't be telling you all my beliefs and memoirs!"
He was obviously trying to veer around the question.
"But I thought you were an open book!" Lydia exclaimed, frowning again.
Beetlejuice smiled almost in a sheepish way. "Listen Lyds, I do things because I simply can. I act certain ways because that is simply who I am. Now can everyone stop beING STUCK UP MY ASS ABOUT IT!" The ghost was annoyed that everyone seemed to be really getting on his case about his behaviors; he wasn't a child.
Lydia gasped slightly at his response, looking him over as he scowled to himself. "I just wanted to know. I'm not telling you to change."
"Oh really?" The ghoul raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, really. You're very strange... There aren't enough strange people in the world."
Lydia thought about herself, and how she was usually outcasted in her school; there wasn't really any one else— living that is— that shared common interests with her. She sighed, and sat back down on her bed. "If you had to change anything, I'd say to stop forcing people into marriage."
With a snort, Beetlejuice laughed. "No promises, babes."
The ghoul gave a sinister grin and creeped closer, causing Lydia to scoot backwards as he climbed onto the bed as well. "You're quite strange yourself. There must be another reason for you to call me up here... Do ya still want me to get rid of your folks for ya?" He cracked his fingers excitedly.
"No, no! I'm serious Beetlejuice, I just wanted to know that one thing!" Lydia exclaimed, backing all the way up to the wall behind her. She could smell his decaying stench, it was putrid and made her nose tingle.
The ghost in front of her suddenly waved a slender finger at her before placing his whole hand on her mouth. "Uh, uh, uh! Don't say the B word, hun. I don't wanna go back yet. And I got a feelin' in my gut that you don't want me to leave either..." He grinned when Lydia gave a small, truthful nod in return; he slowly removed his hand.
However, Lydia still gave him a notable look. "Unless you do something I don't like."
Beetlejuice rolled his eyes flauntingly, and shook his head. "Oh c'mon babes, everyone loves what I do."
With a snicker, he hopped off the bed, brushed off his striped suit, and fixed his cuffs. "Wanna play a game, Lydia?"
The girl frowned slightly, apprehensive at first, but then curiously agreed, slipping off the bed as well; maybe she could get to know him better.
"Well, then!" Beetlejuice rose up into the air, hovering two feet off the ground with that big excited smile of his. "It's... SHOWTIME!"
