Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, B-Babes?!

2~ Confession

🖤Beetlejuice's POV💚

Hey Y/NN,(your nickname)
Your-

"Ugh!",I groaned, "Why can't I get this right?", I ask myself after hours of writing a confession to Y/N.
I crumple up the copy paper and throw it on the floor with the fifty other rejects. My heart is pounding through my chest, my hair purplish-pink. I've adored Y/N for years. Before, I thought of her as any best friend would. But now, I can't stop thinking of her! It's just the way she treats me like I am not invisible to the rest of the world.
I'll tell ya, I'd kill for a babes who treats me like a human. Not that I have before or anything. Besides the whole, you know, love letter, goo-goo-blah-blah-stuff, I've been striving to get Y/N something to represent how much I love her. What would go well with purple? That seems to be her favorite color. Maybe a necklace filled with purple spi-Come on! Think like a human, ya dumbass! I need help from someone, a certain human someone that is.

I teleport to the attic of the Deetz's Family. Trying to act natural, like I give a shit about human culture besides Y/N, I walk over to Barbara and inquire,
"What's up, Barb? Just wanted to ask ya a normal question."
"Oh, hello! Of course, ask away," Barbara grins with a kind heart.
"Well, babes, I was wondering what you would buy a human girl to show them they are, uh, you know, special?"
"Well, if I was still alive, I-wait, are you planning to do something to Y/N?"
I stood still, tense, but showed no sign of guilt.
"Pbbtt! Oh, you think I would do such a thing?", I pouted, my hair slightly shading pink.
"Ugh, fine. Y/N would probably like something dark colored, but classy. No bugs or creepy crawlies. Human. Things. Only.", Barbara gave in.
"Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy! Y/NN is gonna love this!", and I teleported myself to an expensive store I would not be able to afford.
I may be broke, but hey, I can still steal. I looked around the expensive store until I saw it. I found the one.

💜Y/N's POV❤️

I've been studying for hours. Why do final exams exist? Why does freshman year of college exist? Just pain, I guess. I fall back onto the purple-fitted-bed and sighed.
Scrolling through my laptop, I see old pictures of BJ and me. Beetlejuice is so adorable. I recalled the night we played Dare or Dare together, using a spinner online to give us dares. Beetlejuice, of course, did all his dares. Me on the other hand.. One of the dares was to kiss, I had no clue it would land on that somewhat-unlucky dare. See, I have always had a thing for Beej. But, I know he's always had his eye out for ghost "babes" or whatever he calls them. I know he will always adore me, I do. Of course, I'd be happy as his best friend,
or-Shut up, Y/N! No, I can't think of that. He's probably already dating someone.
As if it wasn't already a bad time, Beetlejuice comes knocking on my mirror.
A huff escapes my mouth as I let my thoughts emit away, "Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice," I give him permission to come inside.
"Babes! I've missed ya, kid!", Beetlejuice grabs me a in his arms and spins me around like a toddler playing with princess dolls.
"Me too," I giggled, letting him twirl me.
I sit on my bed, a bit dizzy, and pat the spot to the right of me. BJ sits down. I have just noticed his attire. A red suit, looked very nice on him, I also notice his pinkish hair, but ignore it.
"What's the occasion?"

🖤Beetlejuice's POV💚

I feel like Y/N could practically hear my chest. I finally, gathered up my courage and never ending confidence, "I'm glad you asked, Y/NN."
She looked into my eyes curiously, she cares about my opinions. I tried to focus my eyes on Y/N's gorgeous eyes.
"First, I would like to give ya a special something, babes," The first sentence slips out of its shell.
I give her a box labeled Louis Vuitton. At first, she looks me in the eyes, I know why. She knows I stole it. Then, Y/N appears filled with thanks.
"Aww, I love it!" She takes out a purple gemmed necklace.
I hug her and try to overcome the fear of saying the next words.
"I'm glad," I stutter.
Once realizing I've probably left her standing and staring at a loser, I decide it's time to speak.
"Y/N, I-I look at you every day and see how b-beautiful you are. But, lately, I've noticed other things I've never noticed before. I-I really love you, babes, is what I'm going for."
Y/N's eyes glitter. She looked into mine and her grin spread the farthest upon her face possible, "I love you, too, you fucking rat."
She jumps into my grasp and I hold her, both of us ecstatic and romantically experiencing feelings we've never shared before.
"Babes, promise me you'll never forget me," I whisper in her ear.
Y/N nods and I hold her closer to me. I want to kiss her, and who's stopping me?
I drop Y/N and stand in front of her, looking down at my love ball. Grabbing the back of her head, I bring our lips together. Both of us just stayed still and enjoyed the kiss. My best relationship has been extended.