Queen Goth in Stripes

A Beetlejuice Story

By: Draculamomma

Hello beloved fans and readers, since I've got nothing better to do so far, and the summer is still nice before I have to go back to University I decided to try another line of stories, this time for 'Beetlejuice'. If you like these stories please feel free to check out my other stories which are mostly 'A Nightmare on Elm Street' fan fiction. Feel free to review as well.

Happy reading!

I DON'T OWN BEETLEJUICE, LYDIA, OR ANY OTHER CHARACTER IN THIS STORY! ALL RIGHTS GO TO TIM BURTON!!!

FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES ONLY!

Chapter 1-Lydia's Pet Peeves

Recently turned 17 year old Goth Lydia Deetz was bored out of her mind. It had already been a nasty day as it was with her parents taking her out by force to pick out new furniture, and to top it all off Otho had sent a letter to Lydia's step mother Delia Deetz that he was back in town, and was planning on dropping off for a small visit. This of course had made Delia ecstatic, and she had run off into town, claiming she needed new furniture.

Her father Charles Deetz was just as surprised as she was when Delia had dragged them everywhere, looking for perfect stools to put in their den.

"As if we don't have enough junk." Lydia hissed as she followed her step mother around the damn store for hours.

When they got back, it was already late evening, and Lydia was too tired to even talk to Beetlejuice.

After the whole aftermath with the marriage incident, and the sandworm, Beetlejuice and Lydia had come to an agreement, and although they weren't best friends, they decided amongst themselves that it was better for them to try and get along instead of being enemies all the time.

Even Adam and Barbara had agreed, and the ghostly trio had formed something of a truce.

Now, Lydia was in her bedroom, lying on her bed and staring emptily at the ceiling, when she heard Beetlejuice sigh from within her mirror.

She rolled her eyes and sat up.

"What do you want?"

Beetlejuice gasped slightly, not expecting her to take such a glum tone.

"Awww come on babes! I was just tryin' to see what you were up to!" He spoke out in a childish voice which made Lydia cringe.

"Well if you want to know what I'm up to BJ, I'll tell you." She got off the bed and made her way to the mirror.

"I'm just being myself BJ. My old, dull, dark, self." She finished with a sigh.

Beetlejuice didn't respond for a moment.

"Well how about I get in there, and help you?" He smiled.

Lydia shook her head. She didn't want to be near anyone right now.

Beetlejuice didn't give up. "Come on babes! Please? Pretty please?" He whined.

"BJ, don't talk in that tone of voice, it makes my ears want to bleed." Lydia hissed.

For a while Beetlejuice didn't make a sound. Lydia took this as a hint that he had finally given up, and right when she was about to go back to sulking on her bed, he spoke again.

"Well I don't like seeing you miserable."

Lydia turned to him, with a hand on her hip. "Look at me closer BJ, incase you haven't noticed, I like being miserable. Miserable is my middle name."

Beetlejuice sighed. "Well can I at least come out and be miserable with you?" It sounded stupid, but he didn't want to leave her on her own.

The Goth rolled her eyes once more and finally nodded. "Fine."

She walked up to her slightly dirty mirror on her dresser, and put both hands palm down on the wood. Looking into the eyes of Beetlejuice, she spoke in a clear voice.

"Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice!"

"Thanks babes!" Beetlejuice's reflection soon began dissolving in the mirror, and piece by piece, his body began to form right in front of Lydia. First his black boots came into view clearly, and then the rest of his body began to form as well.

When he was complete, Beetlejuice gave off one of his trademark grins. Lydia just stared back blankly.

"Why the long face?" He asked.

Lydia sighed and sat back down on her bed. "Because I want one." She answered simply.

"That's no way to answer the Beetle Man!" Beetlejuice glared at her as he sat on her bed too.

Lydia just shrugged and stared at her ceiling.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Beetlejuice asked calmly.

Lydia groaned. "I thought you said if I let you out you were going to be miserable with me!"

"I am miserable." Beetlejuice replied.

"Yeah, but you're talking too much!" Lydia yelled.

Beetlejuice grabbed a coffin shaped pillow from the bed's headboard. "This is boring." He began tossing the pillow into the air a few times, but the last time the pillow didn't fall back into his hands, as Lydia leaned over and snatched it away from him.

She glared at him and placed the coffin pillow back against the headboard. "Don't touch my stuff Beej." She warned.

Beetlejuice frowned at her, but didn't argue. There were some days where he would have loved to tease her a bit more, but clearly this was not one of those days.

Lydia turned to her night table beside her bed, and pulled out a book from one of the drawers. It was titled "Freaks, Geeks, and what you've got in common with them" She began reading silently, when she saw a few strands of blond hair fall onto the pages she was looking at.

She looked up and glared at a very curious Beetlejuice as he was hovering in the air to look at the book.

"No wonder you're so pissy! Reading this stuff!" He said, eyeing the title.

Lydia shrugged. "I like it, if you don't too bad."

Beetlejuice sat back down on the bed and pouted. Why was she being so difficult today? It must have been the weather, he decided.

He had read somewhere that there was an odd connection between Goth's and the weather. He turned and looked out Lydia's balcony windows.

It wasn't too bad out there…a few odd clouds here and there, nothing too big. He turned back to her, and looked at her focused face.

He held back a small smile. Lydia had always looked a little funny when she was concentration hard on something.

A few lines were gathering on her forehead, making her look older, but somehow wiser too. She was wearing a thin layer of black eyeliner, with dark purple eye shadow to give off a more gloomy effect.

Her beautiful lips were set in a straight line, giving off no expression at all as she read on in her book.

Beetlejuice held back the urge to wave a hand in her face and distract her. Normally, whenever Lydia was reading, even if a stampede of hippos came through her room she would not look up from her book. She was a much focused person, and it was impossible to distract her when she was reading.

Beetlejuice lay back on her bed, with nothing else in mind to do, and let his eyelids flutter here and there. He wasn't tired, not at all!

He wanted to get up and pull all sorts of pranks on Lydia's father. Ever since the whole snake incident, Beetlejuice felt he never had a chance to really give Lydia's father a hell of a good scare, and he was always looking out for Lydia's father to set up the perfect moment for him to pounce into action.

Beetlejuice took to counting the cracks in the ceiling of the room and he was at 23 when he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

After a solid hour of silence, Lydia got concerned and looked up from her book. A silent Beetlejuice only meant one thing: He was up to something. But when the teenaged Goth looked up from her reading material, she was shocked to see him fast asleep on his back.

"I never knew ghosts could sleep." She muttered to herself.

Lydia set her book back down on her night table and just watched Beetlejuice sleep for a few minutes. She was amazed at how his chest didn't move up or down like regular people, but of course, Beetlejuice was not a regular person, he was not even a person! He was a dead one…

Lydia yawned as she soon grew weary of watching Beetlejuice sleep. She decided to get some shut eye herself, and threw back the covers of her bed.

Casting a short glance at Beetlejuice once more, she turned off her bedroom lights before falling asleep.

When she moved no more, Beetlejuice got up from the bed carefully. He was waiting for her to fall asleep, so he could do some exploring.

Lydia would never let him go through her stuff while she was awake!

Beetlejuice went through her night table drawers for any evidence as to what might have been causing Lydia's sudden outburst of depression, but when he saw nothing to give off any huge clues, he gave up and sat down on the bed.

He had to find out what was wrong…he had to…Beetlejuice's mind raced and raced as he tried to list every reason he could, but when he found nothing, he stood up, knowing where to go for help.

The only dead people Lydia seemed to really like and trust were those old folks the Maitland's. If he could get them to talk, he'd find out what was wrong with Lydia for sure! She shared every little secret she had with those old buzzards!

Beetlejuice walked back to Lydia's mirror, and watched it swirl as it obeyed his commands.

"Show me the Maitland's!" He ordered.

Beetlejuice didn't want to summon the Maitland's at this time of night, but he had no other choice, he wanted to help Lydia, and he knew it wasn't going to be easy.

End of Chapter 1

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