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To Beej or not to Beej.	By : junkpuppet Category: +1 through F > Beetlejuice Views: 7071 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Beetlejuice, Lydia - or any other characters from this story. I am not making any money for the writing of said story.

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Lydia sat on her bed silently - looking down at her tiny hands as the tears fell freely. This is how she spent her days now - laid up in her room, crying her heart out over 'some 600 year old DEAD guy'. A sob escaped her at the thought of Beetlejuice. He was everything to her and now he was gone. If only she'd been able to control her hormones and emotions they'd be together right now. Without thinking his name slipped past her lips just once, causing another loud - almost angry sob.

Beetlejuice's eyes shot open at the sound of his name - pulling him to a sitting position on his bed. He scanned the room quickly - unsure if he was dreaming or this was some kind of sick joke his head was playing. Her voice was so weak with grief - he waited, hoping she'd say it just two more times and they'd be together again. Unfortunately she didn't continue and after a long moment his eyes fell close in exhaustion.

Two days later.
Delia Deetz passed her step-daughter as she was leaving through the kitchen. "Lydia, darling. You've been harboring in that room for a month now! You really need to get a life. It's unhealthy the way you act..."
She hated her stepmother sometimes. Okay, most of the times? Without making a comment Lydia stomped up the stairs and into her bedroom, slamming the door and locking it for good effect. The walls were closing in on her every moment she wasn't with Beetlejuice but what option did she have? He had disowned her. Even her part time job at the local book store could only keep her busy three days out of the week.
The long mirror in her bedroom was beckoning her and she peered through it instead of looking at it. "Goddamnit Beetlejuice! I hate you! I fucking hate you!" She screamed, turning around quickly to grab one of the many tiny gifts he had given her over the years on her nightstand. In a rash, crucial moment, a small glass globe flew across the room - splintering the mirror into shards. Fresh tears had formed at her eyes rims and she sobbed, falling to her knees on the floor. She couldn't take it anymore - she had to get out of this house.

"Beetlejuze.."
Jacques tapped on his roommates bedroom door lightly - pushing it open just enough to peer inside. "'Ello? Beetlejuze? It iz zee roommate Jacques, wanting to have zee word with ew." A low groan confirmed the room wasn't vacant. "Go away, Bones." Beetlejuice assured quietly from the darkness of the room. He was laid back in a recliner in the deepest part of his bedroom - his head flung backwards - his eyes closed tightly. "Whatever it is... just go away.."
"Mon ami, I can not sit by any longer and watch you do diz to yourselvez. Tonight mon chere Ginger and I are going to your favorite club and we want you to join uz!"
Beetlejuice sat up slowly, actually pondering the thought. He hadn't left his house in a month now - and it didn't seem like Lydia was going to come rushing through his front door and things were going back to normal. Maybe he did need to get out of this place for a while. What was it going to hurt?
"Alright, bones. I'll go.. Give me ten minutes."
"Ah! Absolumentz, Beetlejuze! Zee you then!"

"Isn't this great, Beetlejuice! We're going to have so much fun tonight - maybe you'll even meet someone new!" Ginger said cheerfully - tapping her way down the street towards one of the many Neitherworld clubs that was famous for the booze, the dancing - the music. It was sure to be a great time. Lydia was a great girl and everything but obviously something bad had happened between the two on her birthday and there was no reason living... or dying, in the past. Beetlejuice was bringing them all down with his depression and he needed to move on.
"Yeah, great.." The poltergeist muttered, shoving his hands in his pockets. He hadn't seemed to find his usual attire and was wearing black slacks and a silky gray buttoned shirt. He had managed to find the shower for the second time in a lifetime tonight - figuring that when searching for new companionship first impressions were lethal. Maybe tonight wouldn't be as bad as he thought.
Once they emerged into the night club Beetlejuice stopped dead in his tracks. He took in a deep, unneeded breath and turned to Jacques and Ginger. "Is this some kind of fucking set up?" He growled, green eyes blazing. "What do you meanz?" Jacques questioned, unsure of what his friend was saying. "She's here. I don't know how the fuck she got here.. but she's here.." Beetlejuice continued, scanning around the large room for confirmation.
What he found instantly made him furious - Lydia, his girl - dancing with some ghoul who couldn't seem to keep his hands off her. They were standing on the complete other side of the building - grinding to the low, intense music. The 'groper' had his head in the bend of Lydia's neck - holding her hips as they swayed together. Beetlejuice wasn't sure if they were making out but it sure as hell looked like it from where he was standing.
"Beetlejuze, don't do anything... craze, S'il vous plait?"
The longer he watched - the madder he became.
Without much rational thought he started moving - pushing club goers out of his way. Once he pushed through the crowd of dancers he grabbed Lydia forcefully by the arm - pulling her out of the other mans embrace and holding onto her protectively.
"Back off!" He growled through clenched teeth, his eyes blazing for confrontation. "Who the hell are you?" Lydia's company demanded - taking a smart step back from the poltergeist. "This breathers mine so back the fuck off!" Beetlejuice turned to Lydia quickly - taken back at the look on her face. She seemed dazed or confused, a small smile on her face as if she had no idea what was going on and her large blue eyes were glassy with the light of the club. "Lyds?"
He turned his attention back to her company and growled again, low in his throat. "What the fuck did you do to her?" He demanded. "What? I didn't do shit.. you know what, fuck this.. she's had one to many, asshole!"
With that said the dancer threw up his hands and started walking away - leaving Beetlejuice and Lydia alone in the corner of the club. After a while the other club goers fell back into place and it was just them. He let go of her arm. "Hey, Beetlejuice! Where have you been.." Lydia asked, giggling at the thought of not knowing when she'd seen her best friend last. "Lydia?" He still wasn't even sure it was her. She sure didn't look like he remembered.
A smile spread across Lydia's face as she stumbled back towards her table - beckoning her friend with one finger as she went. She was wearing a very, very short red skirt and an even tighter ash colored halter top that covered only what needed to legally be covered. Her makeup was the usual - dark eyes, bright - delicious crimson red lips that sparkled with the lights and a faint hint of vanilla perfume that caused Beetlejuice to swallow hard. It had been a month since he'd seen her and nothing had changed - those demanding feelings of want and desire were resurfacing just as quickly as he'd banished them.
"What are you doing here, Lyds? This is no place for a breather like you.." He wanted to go to her, hold her in his arms and never let go. He never wanted her to leave him again but somehow his pride wouldn't let him act that way. He didn't deserve her.
Lydia sat down at her table and picked up one of the several empty glasses, turning her head back to take the last - unexsisting drink. She sat the glass back down heavily with a murmured damnit and looked towards the bar. Beetlejuice reach across the table and grabbed one of the cups - bringing it to his nose and taking a sniff. "Woah, babes.." He looked at Lydia carefully - neitherworld alcohol wasn't for a breather like her either. "Lyds, you gotta get outta here.."
"Outta here?" She repeated, looking into her empty glass - that made her third 'Neitherworld Killer' that night and her stomach did a sort of flop. She had told the bartender she wanted the strongest drink he had - and although he warned her twice - she drank them down like a pro. "Outta here.." Their eyes met quickly and Beetlejuice took a step back on his heels at the look she was giving him. "Is that what you REALLY want, BEETLEJUICE? The last time I was with you you wanted me OUT of here, now you want me OUT of here.." Her voice emphasized every out and he winced every time he heard it. "You really don't give a FUCK about me do you BEETLEJUICE?"
Suddenly, Beetlejuice grabbed Lydia by the shoulders and jerked her towards him - glaring down into her eyes. "Say it again, babes and you really will be out of here.." He growled, getting a little tired of her rant - he had only been trying to help her before - he wanted something so much better for her. Lydia looked up at him in wonder and nodded, realizing that she was using his full name a few to many times for his liking. "... and I do give a fuck about you. If I didn't do you think I'd give a fuck what you're doing right now?"
Lydia shrugged away from Beetlejuice and sighed. This was just the kind of drama she was trying to escape from. Beetlejuice didn't want her, her family did nothing but judge her - she needed an escape route.
"Whatever, Beetle-... whatever, this party's dead.."
She shoved him hard and moved towards the exit - stumbling once she pushed through the doors and met the cool, refreshing night air. To her surprise, Beetlejuice was hot on her heels - grabbing her arm and turning her to face him again. His eyes were almost glowing - they were full of anger and hurt and something else she couldn't quite grasp. She wanted to kiss him. She always wanted to kiss him.
"I'm not going to let you wander down the Neitherworld streets by yourself, Lydia. Think whatever you want but I do care about you."
"You don't give a shit about me..."
"If you did.. you'd.. you wouldn't have left me.. wouldn't have made me leave..."
"I was trying to protect you! I didn't want you to regret..." His voice left him - bringing back all the memories of their last encounter was killing him inside. "Protecting me from what, exactly? My best friend? The only thing in this whole fucking world that means anything to me?" Her own voice was broken - her lower lip trembling - eyes threatening tears. Beetlejuice grabbed Lydia suddenly, wrapping his arms around her in a hug. "Don’t... please, don't cry.. I can't take it.." He whispered against her ear, holding her tighter.
"Beetlejuice?"
"Yeah, babes.."
"What's wrong with us?"
Good question.
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