Dead Shadow: Beetlejuice Fanfiction Story

Chapter 12: There's A Raisin For A Date

She was up, but she wasn't. Lydia was in a sleeping position. Had been for some time. Waiting for it to happen. She could hear the sounds now of them sneaking in she hadn't before. Her body wouldn't let her move though. She felt herself being gagged, and allowed to open her eyes.

Then she started to move away from everything, rising upward.

Neitherworld

No more gag was on her. She stood right in the middle of a restaurant. Beetlejuice was across from her at a fancy table with a maroon suit on. "Beej?" She ran over and gave him a hug. What timing. "I can visit again?"

"Close enough, we got to go on a date to get relationship points so you can stay longer," he said as he squashed a tiny date under his foot. "Have a seat." He juiced a chair on the other side. He sat down. "Order real light, I can only do this once a day."

And he could take that once a day. "I just ate supper," she told him. He seemed surprised. "I'm not reliving the moment, over and over. I think I'm reliving the day. I showed up walking with Beatrice and Prudence."

"So, you're on a time scale after all?" he asked. "You ate supper."

"I was just gagged, and then, I was here." Would being there skip more time, like it did in her living world? "When I go back, will I miss it all?"

Beetlejuice looked at his watch. "It happens at eight here. We'll have to make sure you have visits every time at this time, and it'll be okay."

"How long can we be on this date?" she asked. Could they really ignore it all?

"Two hours, each night that I . . ." He paused slightly. "Thirty minutes if it's just an average day." Yeah, his eyes spelled it out, but he said it anyway. "It wasn't an average day."

Thirty minutes but tonight two hours. Lydia watched as someone poured her some beverage. She ignored the comments she heard about her complexion, and about Beetlejuice being let into the establishment. "Thank you."

"I told you," he said oddly. "Time with you is, is time with you. Time for dating or hanging out at the roadhouse, as much as I can keep you out of there is fine with me." He spit out a date from a calendar.

"Eight O' clock," she said. "On an average night, could you pick me up a little after?" Maybe she could bypass the whole terror. If it worked like visits in her world. It was hard to say. Would that loop keep going without her, or did it stop? She'd ask, but he wouldn't know either.

Instead, she looked toward him. Especially his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah no problem," he said. "No worries, Babe. I can't risk falling if you're on the line."

"But you . . .?" Yeah. No. Should they talk about this? "Beej."

"Don't gotta," he said for her. "Food should be here soon." Still, it was awkward. "Two hours. We can eat and talk for awhile, then we gotta go do something else for a date." He threw another date out of his mouth. "Things are worse than chewing sunflower seeds."

"Can we just walk?" she asked.

"As long as we are doing something together, somewhere, and I'm spending a little bit of money. I guess," he said. "We can if you want. We can go visit someone if you want. We can go prank someone if you want."

Oh, that sound. A playful prank. He probably really needs that. "Who do have in mind?"

"Really?" BJ asked. "You really don't mind if we go pranking around for our date time? You never let me prank."

"I just want you to be . . . the most you that you can be." The weirdest phrase she said, but she meant it. For so long, she would bet he was either obsessed with taking care of her, or leaving to take care of duties still dealing with her. Something light. "What do you think, Beattlejuice?"