I know that it's been a long time since I've updated this story, but I haven't had the inspiration until a few days ago. I hope you enjoy and I will try to continue working on this as much as possible. Enjoy.
Lydia paced back and forth in her bedroom. She knew she had to do something to show Beetlejuice that she wasn't kidding. She looked at herself in the mirror, she wasn't a kid anymore and she had to prove it. Now just to get rid of her parents and quick. She sat down on her bed and rested her chin on her delicate fingertips. Her father wouldn't leave unless he knew that everything was quiet and peaceful, so that's what was going to happen.
Lydia smiled and looked at herself in the mirror; she could downplay her maturing looks and act like the twelve year old her father wished she was again and then when they left. Lydia laughed and clapped her hands. Beetlejuice wouldn't know what hit it, first she would act like a kid again and then when her parents were gone, bingo, he was hers for the taking. Of course she'd have to give him a few little things in the mean time. He'll never know what hit him; she thought and smiled at her reflection. There was a light in her eyes and she raised an eyebrow. Beetlejuice has been my best friend since I was just a kid. I want him to be more, I want him to be mine and he will be.
Beetlejuice sat across from Charles and Delia and pretended to sip the cup of coffee that was in front of him. This isn't awkward at all, he thought and wanted to groan.
"You know Mr. Beetleman," Delia said and took a sip of her coffee, "since you are going to be here anyway the house could certainly use some fixing up, I'm sure you wouldn't mind." she said and smiled behind her mug.
Beetlejuice wanted to poof her into a baboon, but he gritted his teeth and smiled at her. "No, not at all Mrs. D," he said.
"Excellent, now where is Lydia she should be up by now. LYDIA!" she called up the stairs.
"I'm coming mother," Lydia called down the stairs.
Beetlejuice raised an eyebrow when he saw Lydia walk into the kitchen. Her clothes were way too big for her and she had her hair pulled back in a high pony tail that made her look like a ten year old. Her face was void of any make up and she had a large smile on her face.
"Morning Daddy," she said and bent over to kiss her father on his cheek.
"Morning Pumpkin," he said and smiled at her. That's my little girl, he thought and patted Lydia on the top of her head.
Beetlejuice watched as Lydia sat down and smiled at him. What is she up to? Lyds has got to have something up her sleeve, he thought and his eyes widened up when a large tentacle started slipping out of Lydia's sleeve. He snapped his fingers and poofed it away before anyone saw it, but Lydia gave him a sharp look anyway.
"Beej, you know you have to watch that stuff," Lydia hissed under her breath.
"I know Babes, I know," he whispered back, "slip of the wrist that's all," he said and his wrist started to slid off. He grabbed it and gave her a grin as her eyes narrowed at him.
Lydia couldn't help but smile inside when she watched Beetlejuice try to keep his juicing under wraps. He did look awfully cute when he tried so hard to be human.
"So Pumpkin, what are you going to do today?" Charles asked his daughter.
"I want to hear all about what you and mother have been doing in California," she said and watched as her father preened. He could be so easy to charm, now if she could only get rid of them so she could seduce her best friend. Lydia smiled a very small, very secret smile that Beetlejuice saw and raised an eyebrow at. What is she up to? Beetlejuice thought about last night, the way she looked in the moonlight, her skin paler than the moon itself and her eyes glowing like stars. He thought about the way she tasted, sweet and succulent like a fresh beetle in the early morning.
"You look like you have something on your mind Mr. Beetleman," Delia said and shook Beetlejuice from his thoughts.
"Huh? Oh no Mrs. D, nothin' is on my mind," he mumbled as the image of Lydia faded. I've gotta get out of here for a while, he thought as he looked at her.
Lydia turned to smile at him and Beetlejuice bolted up from his chair.
"I think I'm gonna go out for a walk," he said, "give ya some family time with your daughter."
"Thank you Mr. Beetleman, we'll see you tonight I suppose," Charles said, dismissing Beetlejuice with a flick of his wrist.
Beetlejuice gritted his teeth and nodded his head as he got up from the table.
"Bye Mr. Beetleman, have a great time," Lydia said and smiled at him. He just nodded towards her and walked out of the house.
It felt strange to be walking away from the house that he'd been living in with Lydia. Like he was walking away from his own home. Strange how quickly he got accustomed to living with her. It's like living with someone that's known me forever, he thought and frowned. She had known him forever, at least it felt like that.
Beetlejuice didn't pay attention to where he was going as he walked into town. I should probably just go back to the roadhouse until Lyds comes and gets me, he thought, but he didn't really feel like going back to the Neitherworld, at least not yet. He was sure that he could go and talk to Jacques or pester Ginger, but it just didn't sound that fun anymore.
"Well, well, well," a voice called.
Beetlejuice looked up to see who had spoken and gritted his teeth. Martha, just what I need, he thought to himself and frowned.
"Hello Martha," he said in a low voice. I hate the way she smirks at me, like she's got something over my head, he thought and froze. She does have something over my head, she's got Lydia. If she tells anyone what happened the other night I'm dead, well, deader, he thought and gulped.
"How are you doing BJ?" Martha asked her voice low and condescending.
"I'm doing good Martha, how about you? How are you hanging?" he asked.
"I'm all right BJ, how's Lydia?" she asked, her voice thick as she eyed him.
"She's doing good, thanks for asking Martha," Beetlejuice said knowing that he was in hot water. He resisted every urge to stick himself into a cauldron filled with boiling water.
"So did you get into her pants yet? Don't worry, if you have I won't tell," she sneered.
"Martha, Lydia is my ward, I ain't gonna do anything to her all right?" Beetlejuice said and again got the image of Lydia in the moonlight in his head and gulped.
"Is that so," she asked and began to circle him like she smelled fresh blood. "I bet that you will get into her pants and believe me, I'd know about it," she said.
"How is that Martha?" Beetlejuice asked.
"I can tell when a girl's had her cherry popped and when I see that look on Lydia's face I'll know and then we'll see who's right."
"I don't know how many times I gotta tell you that I ain't gonna do anything with Lydia. I'm just watching out for her while her parents are away. You know that Martha," Beetlejuice said.
"We'll see won't we BJ. Until then, have a nice day," Martha said and pushed past him.
Beetlejuice watched as Martha disappeared down the road and frowned. There is no way that she is going to win this one. Lydia is way too young to do anything, no matter how much I want to, he thought and gulped again. He couldn't help but get the image of her in the moonlight stuck in his head. What scared him more was that he wasn't sure he wanted to get that image out of his mind, in fact, he wanted more.
Beetlejuice's head began to fill with all the thoughts he'd had about Lydia until it was overflowing and words began to spill out of his ears. He looked down and gulped when he saw the word love spelled out on the sidewalk.
"No, that ain't true, I don't love Lyds," he said to himself, "at least not that way." Even as he said it he knew he was lying to himself. Beetlejuice sighed and poofed back to the Neitherworld. Maybe pestering Poopsie would get his mind off of her and the way she looked at night.
Beetlejuice strolled along the streets of the Neitherworld with his hands in his pockets. Something's rotten in the state of Denmark, he thought and took a huge whiff when he passed a state with a small flag labeling it Denmark.
"Smells good," he said to himself and chuckled a little bit. He missed being able to juice any time he wanted. Living in the real world with Lydia was great, but he was restricted in his powers. Something that he hated, but he'd do anything for her and if that meant that he couldn't juice whenever he wanted, then so be it.
"What in tarhooties?"
Beetlejuice glanced up when he heard the large and obnoxious Texas drawl of the Monster Across the Street.
"Hey fuzz ball, what's up?" he asked and kept strolling.
"What are you doin' back here? I thought you were stayin' with Miss Lydia?"
"I am, but her parents are in the for the weekend so I decided to make sure everyone was still miserable without me," Beetlejuice said. He didn't want to sit and chat, actually, he would have rather been alone, but he wanted to check up on his roadhouse and make sure everything was still as grimy as the day he left it.
It all seemed so strange to be walking the streets again. He'd only been gone for a short time, but already he was adjusted to living with Lydia and even though she was up to something, he missed her. The Neitherworld didn't have the same pizzazz that it normally did without her around.
Beetlejuice walked into the empty roadhouse and sighed. It was just as filthy as ever, but it didn't feel like home anymore. It felt, well, empty and he frowned.
"I should be rolling around in my old filth, what's wrong with me?" he asked the empty room. He juiced a psychiatrists couch, laid down on it and put an arm over his eyes. The only image that came to his mind was Lydia in the pale moonlight.
I can't shake this image, he thought and groaned. Why won't it just go away? She's my best friend, who cares how she looks in the moonlight?