Dear Readers and Beetlejuice fans,

I recently found seasons one and two of the cartoon show "Beetlejuice" on YouTube (I'll just say they were posted by an anonymous benefactor). When I was really young, I watched "Beetlejuice" on TV and the movie almost every day. I'm especially fond of the movie and the television show because I was named after Lydia and I practically grew up watching both ^^ I decided to write this the day I found the "Beetlejuice" episodes (as you might have guessed, it is series based, not movie based). I'm so passionate about this fan-fic, and the fact that I actually finished it shows that XD.

I decided to write this in first person because it is mainly about Lydia's reactions and feelings. I don't think I would be able to portray Beetlejuice's character correctly if I used the third person, but there might be a re-write of this story if I get enough positive feedback. Another reason I wrote in the first person is because I feel particularly close to Lydia. She happens to be the person I'm named after, and I have to say that I sort of turned out like her eccentric television persona XD.

This was so much fun for me to write, and at the same time it was a labor of love. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do. =)

-Arianna Summers (aka Lydia A.)

P.S. I do not own "Beetle Juice" (the movie), "Beetlejuice" (the cartoon), and the characters from the movie/cartoon I am using in this fan-fic.

Prologue: Six is the Magic Number

It's been six years since I met Beetlejuice. Six years to the day. Does time really pass so quickly? I can still recall my many adventures to the Neitherworld as a young twelve-year-old child like they all occurred yesterday. Since then I've added at least four more inches to my length. I'm still a stick, though puberty gave me a few things like hips, a waist, and a modest chest. All of the other girls in my class are fully bloomed while I'm still stuck in the budding stage. What was the cause of this? Poor nutrition? Perhaps my little weight-loss thing back in my sophomore and junior years is what screwed me over.

Six years. I'm seventeen now, just starting my senior year in high school. In a few months I will be eighteen, no longer a girl but a woman. I'm in the middle of my college preparations. I plan on moving to California, the furthest I can go without leaving the mainland, to study photography and entomology. When I asked Beetlejuice if I could still contact him in California, he changed the subject. In fact, every time I talked about college, he would switch to another topic or do something crazy to distract me. Did this mean I couldn't keep in touch with him? Would he really miss me that much? Was he afraid that I was going to leave him?

Six long years.

Author's Note: Gah, I suck at prologues I actually ended up adding this a few days before publishing because I wanted to present a little back story. I hope that this awfullness doesn't scare anyone away! DX Please keep reading!