Death just needs a little conversation! Adamjuice.

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BJ was alone.

He was floating around in his home in the Netherworld. It was dark, depressing, and everyone had minimum wage at any jobs. Like how the local band Boy Inferno, who BJ liked a little, had said. "No one gets laid in the Netherworld!" You were single or you were married to your spouse before you died. If you never tied the knot? You sure never will, the weddings here were very unsanitary. The food was bad unless you actually could afford it. Nobody made big bucks anymore. If you were a director or an actor? Say goodbye to the big bucks, musicals and movies weren't being made down here. BJ was just the regular ghost around there. Sure his mom was a big lady, but ever since she was killed and BJ came back without any sign of regret, he was thought of as typical. A normal guy who had some cool powers that nobody was scared of. 

BJ sighed, sitting on his bed. His room looked like a messy teen lived there. Some food containers, mostly clothes around. He had some nerdy things here and there, but he also had normal 'adult' things around too. He never made his bed, ever. He just used magic to clean a shirt when he wanted to wear it. He also recently started showering, since he wanted to try doing something new. It sucked at first, same for brushing teeth. He had managed to fix those, at least.

"Why am I one of the most known in some places, but where I want to be known, like in the human world, I'm invisible?" He said aloud to no one. He had nobody to say it to. He only ever had one love interest, but as if that was ever going to happen in his death-time. He was dead, you can't say life time, can you? He sat up and paced a little. He wanted to go visit the person he liked, but he knew that he couldn't. Yet, at least. He needed to be summoned again. But he was killed, as if they would bring him back, not knowing what chaos would follow the minute he arrived.

He felt a little flutter beneath his suit jacket and he looked around confused. He examined his room with a worried expression. Did his window crack again? He felt the draft again, it was stronger this time. Not too strong, just enough to make him stumble. He gasped, noticing that the window was sealed, tight as ever. He felt a strong wind, his body starting to spin around in circles, stumbling as it happened. He knew what was happening. He never thought he would feel it again. He started to see some green smoke around him and he grinned.

"It's Showtime."

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Lydia had noticed something. It had started around 7 months ago, and it wouldn't stop bothering her. It had been hard on everyone when Barbara had suddenly left. She figured out a way to leave the house, and she never came back. She had left a note for Adam saying she was breaking up with him, but they never expected it. They were a happy couple, and Barbara seemed happier than can be.

When Lydia went to the Netherworld to find a way to get a hold of her, she noticed the very woman she was looking for working alongside Miss. Argentina, her new girlfriend. She had tried to convince her to go back, that Adam had fallen into a state of depression. She refused. She was finally free, worries gone from her mind. Turns out she had figured out she was a lesbian, but she didn't know how to come out to anyone and leave Adam, but Tina was there for her.

Lydia had gone back and told Adam that she was with Tina. He had taken it way better than she thought. He was happy for them, and he had made a little wood carving for the two. When Lydia went back and gave it to them, Barbara gave her a little pot that had red orange yellow green, all of the rainbow mixed around in swirl. She said that Tina had helped her make it, Tina had made the very detailed fake flower for it. They loved to make things together.

She gave this to Adam and he smiled wide, placing it right on his dresser. He had moved things around and figured out his love for not only carving, but singing. He had his own little studio area, but he was missing something. He was over Barbara, but he had a new problem: He was starting to think he was Bisexual. Lydia had come out as Omnisexual and Asexual a month or so before he had started to question.

He had kissed a guy before, obviously. Beetlejuice had provided that favor many of times. But he wasn't sure that he truly hated it. He had told Lydia his problems and she guided him through. This guide could spell and wasn't diagnosed with Dyslexia, not being able to spell their own name right. By the end of the week, he had concluded that he was a complete disaster Bisexual who wore flannels. He also found out that him doing finger guns should've been a sure sign.

But Adam was alone.

That is why Lydia stood in her bedroom, taking a deep breath before saying the trash rat demon's name. She didn't want to, but everytime she mentioned the guy, Adam would look up with a small spark of light in his eyes, like that was the only wood he had heard out of the whole sentence.

"Betelgeuse." She whispered. She felt the wind flow around like the first time.

"Betelgeuse." She said again. The wind go stronger, blowing around her pale grey dress. Her leggings didn't help with the chill, so she felt the cold air flow around her Adidas and go up her grey outfit. Her ponytail blew around softly, her true strawberry blond hair showing beneath the black dye.

"Betelgeuse!" She whisper yelled. It was mid day, but she didn't want to alert anyone around the house of what she was doing. Her dad would kill her, Delia doing her crystal meth thing- I mean methods. Adam would be freaked, weather good or bad. Mostly shocked, at most. 

Lydia looked around, hearing a spoken voice.

"It's Showtime."