Hurry Up, Get Happy (a Beetlejuice: the Musical Fanfiction)

Too Angry to Hang Out

Lydia stomped down the stairs and entered her dad's office with a huff, slamming the door to the office room and directing the attention of her dad and her stepmother over towards her.

"Lydia, sweetheart, is something the matter?" Charles asked as he and Delia stopped what they were doing and made their way over towards her.

"Yeah!" Lydia said, huffing again. "Beej decided to find my private diary and look through it! I decided to come down here because I wanted to spend time with you and Delia and because I'm angry at Bj for doing what he did."

"Sweetie," Charles said, placing a hand against his daughter's chin. "I know mr. Geuse did something wrong by looking through your private diary but you can't be angry with him forever. I bet he's upstairs in your bedroom waiting for you to hang out with him."

"Well!" Lydia said in a huff. "I'm still angry at him so I'm not going to even hang out with him until at least tonight."

"Or," said Delia, gesturing over to the office door. "You could hang out with him right now. See, he's standing on the other side of the office door and looking into it."

Lydia turned to face away from the door and folded her arms. "I'm still not hanging out with him."

"Oh yes you are, young lady," Charles said as he opened the door to let Betelgeuse inside.

Lydia sighed and rolled her eyes. Did she really have no choice in the matter? "Okay! Fine, I'll hang out with Betelgeuse!"

"That's what I wanted to hear," Charles said as he and Delia watched both Lydia and Betelgeuse exit the room and head back upstairs to Lydia's bedroom.
"Agreed," said Delia with a smile, holding onto Charles's arm.

She stood on her tippy toes and gave Charles a quick kiss, which Charles quickly returned.

As Adam paced around the attic, a hand resting against his chin, Barbara carefully watched him, her eyes following him as he walked and thought to himself for a few minutes.

"How else are we going to get Lydia to be able to see us again?" asked Adam as he stopped his pacing and turned to look over towards his wife.

"I don't know, Adam," replied Barbara with a sigh. "Charles, Delia, and Betelgeuse have tried what they could to help us. I don't know what else they could do. If there's nothing else they can do to help us then we might as well give up hope."

"But we can't give up hope just quite yet, Barb," Adam said, coming over to sit next to her. "Lydia will regain her ability to see us. I know she will."

"Yeah," said Barbara with another sigh. "I guess you're right."

Lydia and Betelgeuse sat on opposite sides of Lydia's bedroom, turned away from one another and folding their arm. Their eyes were closed and not one word was spoken between either one of them ever since they'd gone back upstairs to Lydia's bedroom.

Betelgeuse could tell that Lydia was still angry with him, despite the teenager saying that she wasn't. He didn't blame her though. He knew that looking through her diary, her private diary, was wrong and he shouldn't have done it.

"Hey, Lydia," Betelgeuse quietly whispered to his best human friend.

"I'm not talking to you," was the response he got.

"You just did."

"Haha, very funny."

Betelgeuse turned away from Lydia again and perked up when he heard the sound of knocking coming from the other side of Lydia's bedroom door. He stood up and went to open it.

On the other side of Lydia's bedroom door stood a worried Charles and Delia. The two of them looked around the room and their eyes fell on Lydia, whose back was still facing her bedroom door.

"What's wrong with Lydia?" asked Charles, concerned for his daughter.

"She still won't talk to me," replied Betelgeuse with a sigh as he turned and looked over towards Lydia. "No matter how hard I try."

"Well," said Charles, sighing as well. "We were going to ask Lydia to come downstairs for a few minutes. The Maitlands would like to try again with Lydia seeing them both again."
Lydia sighed then stood up, not even looking at Betelgeuse as she walked right past him.

"Good luck," Betelgeuse tried to say. Lydia just went ahead and slammed her bedroom door in his face.