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To Beej or not to Beej.	By : junkpuppet Category: +1 through F > Beetlejuice Views: 7070 -:- 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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A/N: Okay readers. Same story. It's been a while.. several years since Ive sat down and attempted a fan fic so I just now realized I hadn't even spell checked! Fixed that.. good luck with the rest! Hope everyone enjoys and PLEASE REVIEW! I forgot how nice it really was. ;) Enjoy!
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Lately I've been hard to reach,
I've been to long on my own.
Everybody has a private world,
Where they can be alone.
Are you calling me?
Are you trying to get through?
Are you reaching out for me?
I'm reaching out for you.

Three weeks, seven hours, thirty-five minutes and four, five, six... seven seconds. Beetlejuice sighed, who was counting anyway? Lydia was gone because of him and she was never coming back. He slumped down into his lounge chair - taking in the surroundings. Nothing had changed. Nothing in the Neitherworld ever, ever, changed. His eyes closed and the nothingness surrounded him, swallowing him up inside as he tried to push thoughts of her from his mind. Their last encounter plagued him like a disease and if he wasn't already dead he was sure it was killing him inside...

"Au Revoire Beetlejuze." Jacques said idly as he walked through the dead room - passing a distraught poltergeist on his way. Beetlejuice didn't even flinch at the thick french accent. His eyes never opened when Jacques stopped at the door and took a long hard look at his roommate. "Beetlejuze, you should get out of zee road house mon ami. It's been a month since Lyd-"

"Don’t!"

Beetlejuice sat up straight in his chair and glared at the skeleton.

"Don't say her fucking name!"

Jacques' mouth fell open in surprise and he nodded sadly, opening the door to take his leave. Beetlejuice never would be roommate of the year to say the least but nowadays it was down right impossible. If Beetlejuice wasn't sulking around the house he was threatening everyone’s afterlife. It was no way to live. Or die. Or whatever it was they were doing.

Once Jacques was gone Beetlejuice stood from his chair and marched towards his bedroom - slamming the door twice before it closed. He studied his surroundings - noting several pictures of her. In a flash of anger he flew around the room, collecting all the pictures and throwing them into a heap of shattered glass on the floor. "Stupid!" Crash. "Fucking!" Crash. "Bitch!" Crash.

Three weeks earlier.

Lydia spun around quickly, surprised to see Beetlejuice floating in her bedroom mirror.

"Hey, babes."

His smile was unforgettable and caused her own lips to pull at the corners. "Hey, Beej! You're early." Beetlejuice gave her a once over and nodded, obviously liking what he saw. She definitely wasn't a kid anymore, her hair was longer - wild around her perfect porcelain face and she was taller, among other things. He swallowed hard, his eyes lingering at her newly developed curves.

"Well I wanted to be the first to see the birthday girl, you know, best friend and everything I get the perks.."

Today was Lydia's eighteenth birthday and to her not so surprise (because Beetlejuice could never keep a secret) they were going to the Neitherworld to celebrate. "Plus, you know me, babes - last minute shopper. Ginger and Jacques will be waiting for you."

"You always have to be fashionably late, Beej?"

A sly smile crossed his face as he disappeared from the mirror. Lydia sighed and continued the task at hand - her wild mane of hair that just didn't seem to want to cooperate with her today. She was wearing a short black skirt with a ruffled edge and a tight red top that clung to her like a second skin. The red knee high hose and black combat boots made for a lovely touch, she thought, grinning at herself in the mirror. At least Beetlejuice would appreciate it.

"Deadly vu."

Finally giving up on her hair she allowed it to fall carelessly around her face, framing her dark blue eyes and crimson lips in soft raven curls. Adding two ruby stud earrings and a few silver and black bracelets she considered her birthday outfit finished and stood to walk towards her mirror.

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Ginger, the adorable pink spider, tapped quietly through the dead room at Beetlejuice's road house - stopping dead in her tracks when Jacques emerged from the kitchen. "Ginger? Surprise to zee me? I live 'err you know." Ginger couldn't quite shake the suspicious look on her face as she looked up at her friend.

"Jacques, I just came past the bathroom and uh, someone is in there... I thought it was you."

The skeleton's smile fell quickly as he looked past her into the hallway. The unmistakable sound of running water caused his lower jaw to fall nearly to the ground.

"Beetlejuze? I wazn't aware he knew of zee bathroom?"

"This is weird...er, then usual.." The spider assured, turning around as the bathroom door opened and none other then Beetlejuice emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist and another around his shoulders, absently digging in his ear. He was floating down the hallway - steam trailing after him as if it was just as surprised he was in there. "What?" He asked, looking down at the bug curiously. When she didn't answer he looked at Jacques and sighed. "What is everyone looking at!?"

"Ah, Beetlejuze.. we've just neva uh, how you say - seen you use zee shower before? Iz everythingz alright?"

"Everything’s great, Jacq! Just thought I'd clean myself for Lyd's birthday, it's the least I could do, right?"

Ginger and Jacques both nodded.

"The very least.." The spider assured, tapping past her skeleton friend and heading towards the kitchen. Beetlejuice had NEVER showered before and he'd spent at least six birthdays with Lydia. Something was definitely going on in that psycho head of his and she wanted to be far far away when his intentions formed.

"Hey! Ginger. I've got to find Lyd's something amazing for her birthday - you only turn eighteen once! So you and Jacq here can get the party started until I get back, right?"

"Fine, Beetlejuice. Now go finish getting ready! I've still got to finish her cake and decorate everything!" With that said the little spider tapped her way into the kitchen. Jacques forced a smile at the newly clean Beetlejuice and took a bow - walking past the ghost quickly. He stopped at the end of the hall and narrowed his eyes. "Ah, Beetlejuze? Are you wearing mon cologne?"

"Uh, no? Geez, bones - mind your biz."

"Mon biz?! Zat iz importez french colognez Beetlejuze!!"

The ghost with the most let out a laugh, snapping his fingers as his outfit fell into place. Instead of the usual black and white stripped suit and purple shirt he decided on a plain pair of black slacks and a white long sleeved shirt with gray pin stripes. He passed one of Gingers mirrors in the hallway and grinned at himself. Not bad, not bad at all.

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"Though I know I should be wary,
Still I venture someplace scary.
Ghostly haunting I turn loose,
Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetljuice!"

Lydia's bedroom melted away into a very familiar road house. To her surprise she was alone. Usually Beetlejuice, Jacques and Ginger all greeted her at once when she visited the Neitherworld but not today. "Um, Hello? Guys?" Nothing. "Ginger?" Strange. She walked through the dead room quickly and creaked open the kitchen door - nearly jumping out of her skin when the occupants yelled, "SURPRISE!"

Ginger and Jacques were standing in the kitchen with little party hats on and waving noise makers around a beautifully decorated cake. "Joyeux Anniversaire à vous mon cher ami!" Jacques assured in his native tongue, taking Lydia's petite hand in his and placing a small kiss on the back of it. "Oh, Jacques. You're such a ladies.. uh, skeleton." She assured quietly, bending over to give Ginger a big hug. "Thank you both soo much! This cake is lovely, Ginger! Did you decorate it yourself?"
It was a large sheet cake with HAPPY BIRTHDAY LYDIA spelled out in red letters. Large black frosting flowers were decorated all over the white cake. It was beautiful.
"Yeah, I sure hope you like it - chocolate and vanilla?"
It had been a chocolate and vanilla cake for the past six years but trying to be polite Lydia acted surprised and said, "That's my favorite!" Ginger smiled knowingly and tapped over to the sink. "Beetlejuice hasn't got back yet with your present but here's one from me and Jacq."
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Beetlejuice walked through the Shocking Maul desperately. Sure he'd known that Lydia's birthday was fast approaching but it just wouldn't be his character to actually buy her something in advance so here he was, wandering through store after store in search for the perfect gift. He passed a Victoria Shreeekritz - stopping at the window display to gaze longingly at one of the mannequins dressed in a barely there black bra and panty set. His eyes nearly popped from their sockets at the sight. "Wonder if Lyds wears stuff like that.." He whispered, shaking the thought quickly from his head. What was his problem? Lydia was his best friend!
Unfortunately thoughts like that had started to plaque his mind more and more as each day passed. It wasn't the same with Lydia now that she was growing into such a beautiful young woman. He could barely look at her when his thoughts trailed off more than once at the thought of her lying in his bed - waiting for him.
Beetlejuice gripped his fits tightly. He had to control his thoughts especially around her. She would probably run screaming if he even mentioned a kiss - let alone the other things that crept into his fantasy when she wasn't around.. and when she was around. He sighed. "Babes, you're going to be the re-death of me.." His gaze fell from the sexy under clothes as he continued on his way. After another half hour he spotted it - a beautiful silver necklace dangling in another display window. It had two charms on the chain - a type of army dog tag and a bright red ruby heart that gleamed against the glass of the window.

"It's perfect."

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"Happy Birthday, Lyds."

Lydia peeked around her fingertips as Beetlejuice stepped behind her and clasped the tiny necklace around her neck. "Okay, babes." He assured, watching as she opened her eyes all the way and marveled at her present. Her fingers laced the delicate chain as she brought the charms to view.

"Oh, Beej.."

It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

Her fingers caressed the shining dog tag - smiling when it caught the light of the room. "I had it engraved.." Beetlejuice murmured quietly - watching her every move. Lydia flipped the charm over - a smile spreading across her face as she read: "Lyds and Beej - Forever".

"Oh, Beej..." She whispered again - wrapping her arms around her best friend tightly - pulling him into a hug - surprised that he actually smelled good. "Beej, you smell like Jacques.." She whispered, knowing that if her skeleton friend knew that BJ had swiped some of his expensive cologne there'd be hell to pay... again.

"Yeah, I uh, cleaned... up.."

Lydia pulled away from their hug just enough to look at his face. He had cleaned up - well - if she said so herself. He smelled absolutely wonderful and as if she'd just notice - his clothes were different - his teeth were brushed, his hair was clean and soft to her touch as she idly ran her fingers through the shiny blond locks at the base of his neck.

This was definitely a pleasant surprise but very strange to say the least. He didn't seem to notice her noticing because his gaze was fixated on her crimson lips - his own parted just enough to let out a sound so small - it almost sounded like a moan.

"Beej?"

His mouth found hers suddenly - surprising them both when she didn't pull away. A small, almost unheard sigh escaped Lydia's throat, causing Beetlejuice to tighten his grip around her waist and deepen their kiss with his tongue. After several minutes Lydia broke away, gasping - her eyes searching her friends.

"Lyds.. I... uh, I just couldn't.. help.. myself.."

Her lips found his again, pulling him towards her - stumbling backwards towards his bed. "B-babes?" His voice was almost trembling - green eyes watching intensely as her fingers worked the buttons loose from his shirt. She sat back on his bed and pulled him towards her - letting him advance on top of her as they kissed again. Just as quickly as she'd done - his cold hands slipped underneath her shirt and removed it in one quick movement.

"Lyds.. you're.. fucking.. beautiful..." Beetlejuice whispered - looking down at Lydia's perfect face. His thoughts were thick as haze as he tried to come back to reality. This was HIS Lydia, lying beneath him - staring up at him with her innocent blue eyes. Wearing a lacy black bra and a short ruffled shirt. He wanted her just like this - so badly he could taste it. She licked her bottom lip idly as her chest heaved with anticipation.

"Beej.." Her voice boomed through his head as he watched her closely - her fingers tracing his thighs until they were holding the waist of his pants in her grasp. Before she could move any further his hand found her wrist and held it tightly - keeping her in place. "This ain't right.." He whispered, surprised at his words. He wanted this more than anything he ever wanted in his whole existence but he couldn't seem to go any further... This was LYDIA for fucks sake!

"It feels right.." She purred, causing another moan to fall from his lips. "Lyd's, I..." She was squirming beneath him - grinding her hips into his own. His hands loosened around her wrists but only for a moment. Just as he thought he'd lost the battle he grabbed her waist at both sides and held her still against himself. "Lyds! Your first time isn't going to be with a 600 year old DEAD guy!" With that said he pushed himself from the bed and took several steps back. Lydia sat up on her knee's quickly at the edge of the bed and reach for him. "Beej, I want this.. I want you.."

"You're just a kid.. you don't know what you want..."

She was on her feet in a second and advancing towards him. "Beetlejuice, please.. don't do this.. I want..." Their faces were so close he could breathe her in, sighing when she moved forward and kissed him again. Her hands snaked into his shirt and pulled him to her - trying desperately to make him see this was right. His will almost broke as he deepened their kiss - running his hands into her hair - moving her back to the bed in one long movement. Needing to breathe, Lydia pulled back just enough to take in a breath and that's when he clasped her wrists again.

"Go." He groaned hoarsely, resting his forehead against her own. "No.." Her voice was as broken and tiny as his - eyes threatening tears as she looked up to him. He couldn't deny her now - the look on his face was plain as day. He wanted her just as badly. "Beej.."

"NOW, LYDIA."

His patience was running thin and for the death of him he didn't want to hurt her anymore than he already had but she didn't know what she was getting herself into. He was DEAD, she was ALIVE. It didn't make sense that she wanted to be with him. What could he ever offer her? She deserved someone so much better.

"Please, just go.."

Lydia took a step back - putting some space between them as she looked down at her shaking hands. "I might not be 600 years old but I..." her voice broke with grief as the tears finally began to fall. "I know what I want Beetlejuice.." Their eyes met finally in a long, sad stare and she mouthed the words. "Home, home, home.."
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