Let's Get Crazy | Male Reader X Lydia Deetz

Juice 2

[The next day at the house...]

Adam: I wish I had a better view of the cemetery from here. I can't tell which is the best placement for us. Cabin fever?

Barbara: I can't clean anything properly. The vacuum's in the garage and we can't leave the house. Why don't they tell us something? Where are the other dead people? Why is it just you and me?

Adam: Maybe this is heaven.

Barbara: In heaven, there wouldn't be dust on everything.

Adam: (checks out the window) It's Jane.

Barbara: What's she doing here?

Adam: I don't know. Jane, up here. Jane!

[Jane doesn't notice Adam.]

Barbara: She can't see you, right? In the book, rule number two: the living usually won't see the dead.

Adam: Won't or can't?

Barbara: It just says 'won't.' God, this book is so stupid! I can't understand anything in it.

Adam: Barb, honey, we're dead. I don't think we have very much to worry about anymore.

[Jane car leaves, and while later a dirt bike was heard coming to the house. Barbara looked out the window with a sad face]

Barbara: Oh my God!

Adam: What is it.

[He walked to the window she looking out of and they saw Y/n, dressed in black taking off his helmet as he looked at the house. His face looked like he was recently crying]

[Jane had to be the one to tell Y/n as soon as he woke up that morning. To say Y/n was upset was an understatement. He had finally found people he viewed as family, only for them to be gone in a instant. Barbara stuck her head out trying to get his attention.]

Barbara: Y/n, Y/n, honey it's okay!

[Y/n just put his helmet on and rode away, he didn't want to be here, especially seen now he felt like he could still hear them]

[There house was sold and now the new family was moves in.]

Charles: This is great! Just what the doctor ordered.

Moving Man: (pushes in chair) Sorry, ma'am.

Charles: Delia Deetz, welcome home.

Delia: Charles!

Charles: It's okay, there's no damage. See? Good, sturdy, country, craftsmanship. Look at that kitchen. You'll finally be able to cook a decent meal. Come and have a look.

Delia: A little gasoline. Blowtorch. No problem.

Moving Man: Excuse me. Here we go.

[He put down a chair and getting out of it, their daughter, Lydia, checks the house.]

Charles: We'll have to rip out all the plumbing. Other than that, it's perfect. Just perfect. What do you think, honey?

Lydia: Delia hates it. (looks at a spider) I could live here.

Delia: Careful! That's my sculpture. I don't mean 'my' as in 'I bought it.' I mean I made it. Put it on the table.

Charles: Ten minutes. I'm already perfectly at ease.

[There was a guy trying to climb through the window.]

Otho: Help!

Delia: It's Otho.

Charles: Otho, why don't you come in the front door?

Otho: It's bad luck.

Delia: You left the city for me. I am so happy.