Till Death Do We Part (ON HIATUS) |Lydia Deetz & Beetlejuice x Reader|

Chapter 8: Shower Thoughts

Quick A/N: I'm legitimately so sorry for not updating in a timely manner. Ive been having trouble keeping up with this but I'm trying to get back on it. Tysm to those who read <3

Previously:
"Some people are so scared of things they've never even tried. Just give it a go." With that, he fell asleep and left me to my thoughts. I didn't want to die knowing that I was too scared to ever take risks. As I heard the shower stop, I made up my mind.
Here goes nothing.
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(Y/N) POV:

Lydia's shower was starting to fog by the time I'd spent a near hour in it. I couldn't stop revising ways to bring up the main issue at hand. Every attempt ended with A: hypothetical BJ teasing me for being overprotective or B: imaginary Lydia getting upset for prying into her business.

Maybe I was prying.

I shook the thought as I heard shuffling from outside the door, reminding me I had taken enough time already. Voices sounded, albeit muffled, but it was obvious who they belonged to.
"D-Do you think she's alright in there?"
"Eh, I don't know. Probably fantasizing about you or something."
"Beetlejuice!"
"You know I'm right."

Just BJ being BJ. Now was a probably a better time then ever to interrupt. I've learned from dealing with Mom that good moods lead to better outcomes. I began to dry off once I had cut the shower.
"Shh! Beetlejuice, she's done!"
"I wasn't even talking."
"You are now! Now go downstairs please."
"Wow, I feel so loved."
Their voices came to a hush and I wondered what they where talking about. Why'd they have to it without me?
I slapped my face.
Get a grip, (Y/N). Stop being paranoid. You'll have this talk with BJ and everything will be A-ok.
Alongside the stinging of my cheeks, I didn't feel any better. The sent of my lotion tore me away from overthinking, as I was now focused on the empty counter in front of me.
Empty.
Where my clothes should've been.
...
Dammit.
I guess I was too focused to remember to snatch some of Lydia's wardrobe. My old clothes sat sullied with theatre sweat atop the hamper. The idea of rewearing them made me shutter. I devised a new plan in my mind. Unfortunately, this towel and I are about to get a lot closer.
I took the damp towel and wrapped it tightly around my chest, it was thankfully long enough to cover everything else as well. Unfortunately, towels only stay put in movies. Holding it up awkwardly with my left hand, I made it a point to ensure nothing malfunctioned. It was an amazing technique really. I opened the door with my right and broke the silence of the other side.
"Um..Lyds?"
Nothing.
"Lydia, I forgot to-"
Looking up, the bed seemed unusually neat, with a mountain of organized plushies and two scripts in the middle.
Beside them sat a nervous Lydia, leg bouncing and face flushed.
"Hey, Lyds. I like the bed. Felt like cleaning up?"
She kept her eyes glued to the ground.
"You know how it is! Just wanted to spruce things up."
"Right, I got ya. You look a bit sweaty though. Is it too warm in here?"
"No! No, I'm good! I just have something to ask you, so I thought that I'd make it look nice, you know."
She didn't look at me once. Was this about her talk with Lawrence when I was showering? Nonetheless, I needed to focus on the current problem. Clothes.
"You can ask me anything. I hope you don't mind but I'm gonna borrow some clothes first. I forgot to bring extras into the bathroom."
"Uh, wha?"
Lydia finally looked up from the oh so interesting floor and unconsciously scanned me up and down. Even though the last time we'd last seen each other in towels was a while ago, when neither of us really had anything to cover, I didn't expect her to react the way she did.
"O-OH MY GOD."
I chuckled.
"Lyds, it's just a towel..."
"Y-Yeah! Just a towel! Like, with thighs on display and everything!"
Despite her red face, she didn't look away.
"So can I get some clothes or...?"
She gave a quick nod of affirmation before refocusing on the far corner of the room.
Stifling a giggle, I searched her drawer and decided on the comfiest thing I could find. A shark onesie.
"Heyyy, I haven't seen this in forever!"
"Y-You dressed yet?" She kept a hand over her eyes as if to shield herself.
"Hey c'mon it's not like I'm naked."
She squealed out an incomprehensible reply as I slipped the onesie on over a fresh pair of undergarments.
"Okay! You can look you five year old." Lydia gave an apprehensive glance before sighing.
"That's a lot better."
A smile found its way into my face. Despite what others thought of her, she was so innocent at heart. It was kind of endearing. I stared at her for a moment, not noticing the swelling silence.
"Um, about what I was gonna say..." Her words feel on deaf ears. Something told me I had plans today—some sort of goal. Looking back at Lyds, I noticed it felt like someone was missing.
It clicked.
"Oh, Beetlejuice!"
"Wha, huh?" She stared at me like I'd grown a head.
"I forgot I had something to ask him. Where'd he go anyway?"
Lydia sat confused for a moment, before her lips turned to a frown. She narrowed her eyes skeptically.
"He's busy downstairs..? What do you need him for?"
"Uh, just curious about something." I said a second too late.
"(Y/N), is this about the deal?"
"No! No, of course not."
The bed let out a quiet squeak as she stood up. She paid no attention to the play script that now lay on the floor.
Something fluttered in my stomach, fear maybe, but I swallowed it down before I could identify it for sure.
"Then what is it?" She badgered, this time more harsh.
"N-nothing!"
"You're not a good liar, ya know."
The room was suffocating. I've never been good at confrontation. My face burned hot as I tried to think of a reply, but the words tumbled out regardless—raw and unfiltered and honest.
"Yeah? Well...you're not a good friend!"
She raised an eyebrow, adding to her cocky demeanor.
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about all the secrets! You lied about Logan Owens!"
"(Y/N) that was forever ago! And I wasn't lying."
"Then what's with your constant talking to BJ behind my back? Is there something you need to tell me?" The back of my throat clogged. Was I...on the verge of crying? I had no clue what I was saying or why I was saying it. But suddenly, I couldn't stop.
"If I'm doing something wrong just tell me! You're my best friend. I don't want to lose you to Logan or BJ or anyone else!"
My chest heaved as I recovered from the outburst, it felt like hours before Lydia spoke again.
"No, that's not it at all..." She said softly, like she had hurt me. Something wet traveled down my cheeks before being gingerly wiped away. I fought a blush.
"Sometimes there are things that I really want to say but," She sighed, getting her thoughts together, "I don't want you to think differently of me."
"So, I go to BJ because he's really the only other person we have. And I guess I don't care so much about how he feels towards me as I do you."
I lifted my head to find our faces oddly close. I didn't flush nor did I back away, but instead touched my forehead to hers.
"You know you don't have to hide things from me, right? You're still gonna be the same Lydia."
She chuckled, the breath tickling my nose before responding.
"And the same goes for you. Just like, switch the name."
I giggled and after a moment we both backed away, the air was much lighter.
"Beetlejuice is downstairs though, if you need to talk to him. I trust you." She concluded.
I thought for a bit, before shaking my head.
"That's okay. There's always later. What did you want to ask me before?"
She kneeled to pick up the script from the floor, before gently pushing into my hands.
"I-if you want." She said.
Right then, something tugged at my chest. My heart jumped and I couldn't look anywhere else. The feeling was odd no doubt, but it was nice.
I kinda wanted it to stay.
"Of course, Lyds." I said. "Let's do it."
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A/N: Again please forgive me for the inconsistency! Thanks so much for your comments and words of encouragement, you guys really keep this story going <3