Ghosts with benefits (Beetlejuice x reader)

Chapter 1 "Welcome home"

A new house, a new family, a new life. That was what was awaiting me, as Lydia, myself, Charles and Delia were standing infront of the house we'd recently purchased. I wasn't realted to them, more an adopted child, you could say. I had known Lydia from school, but more on my past later. Because now, it was a time for change. A time for new beginnings. I looked up at our new home, a quite big, white house. It was amazing, much bigger than my old house. The one I'd lived in with my old family was smaller, only 1 floor. I often felt cramped, which was strange since I loved tight and narrow spaces. I then looked at Lydia, and remembered that she didn't yet know that we would be living here now. I'd overheard Charles and Delia saying they were selling the old house. I felt bad for Lydia. She loved that place, and her mother. I wasn't with them when she was still alive, but I had heard so much about her from Lydia that I could imagine her perfectly if I closed my eyes.

"(Y/N), why don't you do us the honor of officially opening the door?" asked Charles, handing me the key. It was a rather strange looking key, with a skeleton-like design. I looked at Lydia and extended my hand and the key to her. "Together?" I asked, smiling. I was trying to lift her mood, she hadn't really been too thrilled of being out here. She nodded and grabbed my hand, together we then slipped the key into the hole and twisted, the door creaking open. "This place looks haunted" Said Lydia, a small sparkle in here eyes. We went further in, the floorboards creaking under Lydia, but not a noise came from the ones I was stepping on. One spot was different, obviously patched up. "It might just be, didn't the previous owners die by falling through the floorboards right about here?" I jumped on the patch of differently colored wood, slowly, almost gliding, down each time.

"Careful (Y/N)! We don't want you to end up that way too, now do we? We'll get them all replaced in no time, don't worry." said Delia, rushing over to me and holding me down on the ground. "Oh, sorry Delia." I apologized. I saw Lydia roll her eyes at the woman from behind her. Lydia never liked her, she suspected that her dad was replacing her mom, and she just hated Delia's positive attitude. I didn't really mind, I was a pretty positive person myself, but Delia was too much even for me sometimes. "How long until we leave, again?" asked Lydia, moving out the way of the moving helpers who were bringing the various boxes into their designated rooms. They didn't seem to notice me, only taking notice of Lydia, Delia and Charles. I was used to it, most of the time it was as if I only existed to them. But they were all I needed, so I didn't mind. I made a sad expression, remembering what I'd heard them say. Charles came up to Lydia and said "We...we won't be. We'll be making a fresh start here." Lydia raised an eyebrow at her father. "What I mean is we'll be living her from now on. Our old house will be sold. I'm sorry Lydia." He put a hand on her shoulder, but she slapped it away. "What? No! You can't! Mom loved that house!" It wasn't long until Lydia ran away to her room.

"I knew she wasn't going to take it well." Charles sighed. "(Y/N), could you make sure she's okay? She only ever seems to listen to you." he asked. I nodded, the looked for Lydia. I let her have the bigger room, again the small space thing. I just felt safer in small spaces, and more comfortable. I knocked on her door, hearing a "Go away Delia" from the other side. "But Lydia, it's literally my job to talk to you" I said in my best Delia impression. Then I heard footteps, followed by the door opening infront of me. I looked down, being quite a bit taller than Lydia, and saw her, eyes a little red and puffy. She was obviously crying just now. "Hey there, storm cloud" I said, stepping into the room and closing the door behind me. Lydia slightly smiled at the nickname. "Hey Ghost." she said back. Because of her moody, sad and all around dark demeanor, I called her storm cloud. And because I seemed to slightly float, was 'invisible' to many and liked the night, she called me ghost. We sat down on the side of her bed together, not saying a word, just listening to the sound of the wokers throughout the house and Delia and Charles telling them where to put things.