-It's Showtime- Beetlejuice x Reader !Completed!

3- Netflix and Kill

Ha, ha, see what I did there... Man am I original or am I original...

I'll just get on with the story ._.

Living with your aunt wasn't all bad, when she wasn't home. But when she all oh god. You were basically a slave to her, every waking hour she was home she had you make her something, clean the house, or anything she was too lazy to do.

On the other hand you and Beetlejuice tried everything to get her to leave. But Everytime you'd try, she wouldn't pay attention.

Shit... I forgot to change the writer for that... Uh, pretend like it's different okay..?

"Do you have any other way, she'll be home in an hour" you wailed impatiently.

"Well, everything we have tried, didn't seem to phase her" he looked around a smiled for a minute " unless..."

You frowned and looked back at him.

"Beetlejuice, I know what you're thinking, and no"

"Come on, a good kill would be way more fun than a scare" he pouted

You shook your head and laid down on your bed. You sat up a bit a went over to grab your remote, but it wasn't in it's usual spot. You let out a groan, as you have to get up.

"Looking for this?" Beetlejuice says in a mocking tone

As he held up the remote you gave him a dirtier look than before, you went up to him and tried to grab it but failed.

"How about, you lemme kill your old aunty" he smirked more "and you can have the remote."

In the state of anger you stood up on your tip toes and kissed his cheek. You watch as his smirk faded and he dropped the remote. You picked up the remote and laid back down turning on Netflix.

"Aye, kid what was that for?"

"For the remote, now shut up the shows o-" you were interrupted by your aunt practically screaming your name.

You let out yet another groan, as you got up then sat back down.

"Hey Juice"

"Don't call me that" he said as he leaned against the wall

"Ugh, just go try and get her out."

"In, anyway?" He asked with a mischievous smile

Out of frustration I said yes and went on watching my show. My aunt yelled at me for a minute, then it went totally silent. That's eventually when I suspected something. Realizing what I said either, he probably killed her. Not that I knew and cared about her, but I don't wanna be responsible for a murder.

"Hey kid, the jobs done" he came back upstairs with no blood on him.

"Is she dead?"

"Don't worry about it she's done and taken care of" he shrugged off "besides, we need to get you out of school, I may or may not be able to mimic voices"

What, the author has to find time to write stuff that ain't school shit, just go with it...

I agreed to his plan and stopped worrying about my aunt. I know I'm trust the wrong guy, but I don't really care. From others of the dead, I've heard not to trust him and definitely not to fall for him. At first I was good, I mean he was funny and but not so nice, but he helped you out. He's a bit of a pervert, but sometimes you feel like it's alright.

'I've fallen for a dead guy' you thought to yourself 'great'

"Hey, do you wanna watch a movie?" You ask patting the spot next to you on the bed.

He looks at you like he saw a ghost (ha, I'm funny) like he didn't believe you.

"Come on, there's gotta be something you like on Netflix."

He looked around and finally decided to sit down next to you to watch a movie. You wanted a comedy while he wanted a horror movie (man aren't I original...) You two ended up with Scary Movie (come on, you had to see that coming... That's what she said)

You continued to watch movie after movie til you fell asleep on his shoulder, he realized and got up and let you fall. He was about to leave when he decided to cover you up and turn off your tv. Then he left.

Wow... I'm such an original author and stay true to the characters I work with 😂😂

Well uh, another shit chapter... I was kinda busy today... Watching, ahem, stranger things... It's good :3

And uh, bye