Chapter Five
Lydia arrived back at the roadhouse, to find Beetlejuice sitting in front of the TV. She sat down next to smiling widely.
"So how did it go babes?" Beetlejuice asked indifferently.
"My dad is coming to the wedding." Lydia said, still in shock.
Beetlejuice looked at her skeptically. "Charles?"
"He said that he's known about you for some time now."
"Well," BJ said smiling. "He isn't as clueless as thought."
"He said he trusted my decision." Lydia said distracted. "I wonder how he found out about the wedding."
"Mental, probably told him." Beetlejuice said thoughtfully.
"Even though he's alive?" Lydia asked.
"It doesn't matter to Mental Lyds. If it means getting me back he'll do anything." Beetlejuice said sourly.
Lydia stood up, "Well never mind that. We still have one more errand."
The Ghost whined, "What now?"
"We have to go talk to Ginger and Jacques."
"Whhhat? Why?" Beetlejuice asked in alarm.
"We need two more witnesses. And they are the ideal pair." Lydia said dragging Beetlejuice to the door. "Your parents make two, and my father makes one. We could have the Monster Across the Street and Donny, be our witnesses; if you prefer?"
Beetlejuice ran out the door and knocked on Jacque's and Ginger's door franticly. Lydia grinned, "That's what I thought."
They waited quietly while Beetlejuice sulked. Lydia rang the doorbell, and backed up politely when she heard someone coming to the door.
Jacques opened the door and smiled at her. "Miss Lydia! What a pleasant zurprize!" Then he saw Beetlejuice. "And Betel-juice." His smile faded.
"You gonna let us in bone-head?" Beetlejuice asked rudely. Lydia glared at him.
"I'm sorry Jacques. He's not having a good day."
Jacques smile returned. "It is quite alright Miss Lydia. Please come in." He stood back so that they could enter. They walked past Jacques into his living room where Ginger was practicing a dance number.
She looked up from her feet. "Why hello Lydia!" Ginger greeted.
"Hello Ginger." Lydia said pleasantly.
Jacques came in and sat down in a chair and motioned for them to do the same. Lydia sat down and pulled a reluctant Beetlejuice down with her.
Ginger finished her dance and came over sitting down on the large spider web she had made.
When they were all seated Lydia started. "We came to ask you both a favor."
"We will help you in any way zee can Lydia." Jacques replied. Ginger nodded in agreement.
Lydia couldn't help but smile at them both. "Well. . . . We need two witnesses tomorrow, and we wondered if you would do us the honor?"
"But of courze." Jacques said. "But if I might azk? What will zee be witnessing?"
"Well-" Lydia began, but Beetlejuice interrupted her. "A marriage."
"A Marriage?" Ginger asked confused.
"Me and Lyds are getting hitched." He said serenely.
Ginger and Jacques both looked horrified. "Lydia is that true?" Ginger asked anxiously.
Lydia nodded. "Yes. It was either marriage or prison. And we chose marriage." Beetlejuice shivered when she said 'we.'
Jacques shook his head sadly. "Then we will be your witnesses. If that is what you want Lydia."
"It is." Lydia said looking up at Beetlejuice.
"Well then we wish you both every happiness." Ginger said trying to be cheerful. "When is the wedding?"
"Tomorrow afternoon." Lydia said.
"That doesn't give me much time." Ginger muttered. She got out of her web, "I'm sorry Lydia honey but if the wedding cake is going to be done in time for the wedding I have to get started on it."
"Ginge. . .?"Lydia objected.
"Consider it my wedding gift to you." She said kindly.
Lydia grinned, "Thank you Ginger!" Lydia hugged Ginger, and then Jacques. And then they left, so that Ginger could bake the cake, and Jacques could go rent a tuxedo.
"See that wasn't so bad was it?" Lydia asked as they walked back into the roadhouse.
Beetlejuice made a sour face. "Are you kidding babes? That was awful." Lydia giggled.
"Oh, Beetlejuice." She exclaimed, shaking her head in mock frustration.
Beetlejuice walked over to the couch and was about to sit back down when he paused. "Um. . . Babes?" Do we have to do anything else today?"
"Nope. We finished all our errands, I think."
Beetlejuice sighed in relief and crashed on the couch propping his feet up. Lydia laughed and walked over to the couch. She gently laid on top of Beetlejuice, her hands braced under her chin for support. So that she could look at Beej's face. He opened his eyes, and they stared at each other. Lydia smiled at him. And in response, Beetlejuice groaned.
"What?" Lydia asked self-consciously.
"We forgot your dress."
Lydia cocked her head to the side. "Dress?"
Beetlejuice slapped his head. "Your brain is fried babes." He paused waiting for her to grasp what he meant. When she continued to stared at him he answered her. "You know your wedding dress." He prompted.
"Oh." Lydia felt stupid for not getting what he had meant, but she tried to cover it up.
"I was just planning on wearing my poncho." She said rubbing her arm in discomfort. Beetlejuice looked at her in distain.
"No offence Lyds, but no bride of mine is wearing some grungy poncho to her wedding." Then he smiled at her. "Even though I love you in grungy clothing." Lydia looked amused but answered seriously.
"But Beej, I don't have any money and I don't have enough time to make a dress."
Beetlejuice shook his head in disbelief. "Have six years with the ghost with the most taught you nothing babes. I'll juice you a dress."
Lydia's eyes lit up. Beetlejuice gently pushed her off of himself so that he could sit up. "Gotta take your measurements Lyds." He said with an evil smile. But instead of pulling out a tape measure, he just looked at her.
He looked her up and down which made Lydia blush. Beetlejuice watched the blush travel across her face and down her neck. He loved it when she blushed. It made her skin even warmer than usual.
He quickly tried to push the thought out of his head. He cleared his throat and tried to think of her clothing size.
HE muttered to himself, and looked at her harder. As he figured out her size he snapped his fingers and a dress on a manikin appeared in the corner. Lydia drew in a deep breath. It was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen.
It had the medieval gothic look to it. It was floor length and had a corset. The dress was made out of blood red taffeta with black lining. It had a spider web design flowing across the skirt. And a small train. And to finish it off nicely, there was a little black satin shawl with fringe.
Beetlejuice looked at her anxiously. "Do you like it babes?" Lydia ran to him and hugged him. "Oh Beetlejuice it's beautiful! It's absolutely perfect! How did you know?" she asked.
"Today when you were having dinner, I looked through some of your clothing concepts. And some of the idea's rubbed off on me I guess." He said smiling.
"You make my art look good." She said her cheeks turning a pretty pink.
Beetlejuice patted her back and let go of her, avoiding the urge to kiss her; and walked into the kitchen. "I know you had dinner babes, but I haven't. I gotta eat something." Lydia could hear him rummaging around in his cupboards and his fridge.
"Actually I could eat something." Lydia replied sitting on a chair, staring at the breathtaking dress.
It was one of the nicest things Beetlejuice had ever done for her. It was completely extraordinary. And it looked exactly the right size. She smiled to herself. Could he really tell my size by just looking at me? She wondered.
Well he had seen her dress before. But had he looked at her like 'that'? The idea should've appalled her. But she rather liked it. She couldn't help but smile at the thought.
Beetlejuice walked back into the living room rubbing his growling stomach. "There is nothing to eat in there, and I'm starving! Will you cook something babes?" He pleaded.
"If you buy something I'll cook it." She bargained.
"Actually pay money for something we could just take? Yuck!" He said sticking out his tongue.
Lydia scowled at him. "Come on Beej."
"Alright, alright!" He barked.
"I'll be back soon." He said glaring at her. And he disappeared.
Lydia sighed and decided to sort her belongings and find a place for them. She found the perfect place. Beetlejuice's old study that he never used. It wasn't that messy to her complete surprise. It was a little dusty and damp smelling, but there wasn't garbage or junk. She opened the window to air it out and dusted the room with one of Beetlejuice's old ties. When the room was dusted to her satisfaction she started moving her belongings in.
It took her about an hour, but she finished the job. The room actually looked nice once it was dusted. It now smelled fresh and looked very cozy. There was a fireplace, and a large desk, and books lining the walls. Most of them had most likely never been opened. Some of them looked hundreds of years old. She couldn't wait to explore all their secrets. But that was for another day. She walked back to the living room and laid on the couch. She fell asleep almost instantly. It had been a long day.
Beetlejuice had gone on a shopping spree. He had gone to the world of the living to get real food for Lydia. Since she would be living with him from then on. The thought still seemed ridiculous to him. He had gotten all her favorites and his, and pilled them into a basket.
As he stood in a line to pay for the food. The lady behind him started to flirt with him. She was obviously drunk. She tweaked his butt playfully. "Hey baby wanna come back to my place?" She asked fervidly.
Beetlejuice turned to her. "I'm sorry doll. I'm engaged."
She smiled at him suggestively. "Well then let me congratulate you honey."
The Ghost shook his head and turned back around. She pouted but left him alone. Beetlejuice quickly paid for the groceries and left the store.
"Whore." He muttered under his breath as he snapped his fingers. Leaving the world of the living.
He stumbled into the kitchen, caring a bunch of bags. He put them on the ground, and went into the living room. Lydia was asleep on the couch. Beetlejuice kneeled next to her. "Babes." He whispered softly.
Lydia's eyes opened, and she yawned. "Hi Beej."
"I got food. And I bought it. So you have to cook it." He said with an evil grin.
Lydia rolled her eyes and went into the kitchen; she put all the items away. Except for the eggs and bacon. She pulled out the new frying pan Beetlejuice had bought her and started cooking them. Beetlejuice stood in the corner watching.
The bacon sizzled enticingly. And the eggs smelled amazing. When they were finished Lydia emptied the contents on two plates and passed one to Beetlejuice. "Bon appétit."
I had BJ slip into his movie persona for a moment. Tell me what you thought? Too much? Not enough?
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