diary of a living dead girl

Aggression, fear, emotion

It wasn't hard to find something to do on the beach. Tommy had brought a bunch of sports balls and water games he used with the girls. But Lydia didn't want any part of the games. Instead she hid in the waters. Peering up every now and again to see Beetlejuice still hanging around the shore. As if he didn't want to get in the waters. He began patting sand. Till the need compelled him and he began making a sand structure. It seemed enough to distract him. Time passing till the sun began to set and it became to dark to be on the beach. 

Everyone headed out of the waters to pack up their things. Staying clear of the misshapen structure Beetlejuice made. As they walked by he stood up. But they quickly occupied themselves with cleaning up. Lydia folded her chair up, glancing over at the demon who seemed beyond bored. She bit her lip guiltily. She had been so over come by her sudden sensations and emotions she all but ignored him that day. But she also ignored everyone else. She threw her bag over her shoulder then picked up her folded chair. She moved to pick up her towel, shaking it of the sand but it would never be truly clean again. She stepped back to be off it, bumping into something. 

Lydia tensed, almost jumping forward. She turned her head around. Seeing the large form of her companion. He yawned rather wide, showing off the pointed teeth he had. Dull and all different sizes. He looked down at her and she couldn't help the slight blush dusting her cheeks. Since when had he been so adorable. She shook her head, moving to readjust the things in her arms. As she did he walked away from her. Heading for the umbrella in the ground. He grabbed it, pulling it up with ease like it was nothing more then a straw in the sand. 

"AH, I ahem I'm more then capable of bringing that inside" she tried to object his help. He smiled at her like he knew she'd say that. "OK we get it yer woman. Ya roar. But I don' see ya sproutin extra limbs" he mocked. Lydia's nervous settled and she stared at him unimpressed. She knew he could tell that time, despite her sun glasses still on her face. 

He began walking to the house with her things and she fallowed. A little disgruntled he took her umbrella. She was more then capable of carrying everything herself. They headed into the house, dragging sand in with them. Lydia walked passed the demon, heading for the open storage closet on the first floor. Prudence and Bertha were standing around it, putting everything inside. Lydia passed them her chair as Prudence knew how everything went inside. Beetlejuice did the same. Handing the umbrella over to Bertha who held it and waited. 

Lydia didn't wait on them as she headed up the stairs. Wanting to get out of her swim suit and into something less wet and sticky. She headed into her shared room. Closing the door behind her. She put her bag down in the chair then made her way to her suit case. Peeling off the suit and throwing on a pair of black shorts with white bats on them and a large black shirt that read 'lazy bones'. She patted her hair so it wasn't so wet. She sighed at the comfortable cloths. 

Heading out of the room. She jolted when her friends turned to come in. Both of them stopping when she came out. They chuckled and she moved out of their way. Heading down stairs. She could already hear Claires obnoxious voice complaining about the lack of entertainment in the house. Lydia rolled her eyes. She came down the steps. Spotting the blond woman in the living room trying to work the tv. Her swim suit covered by a white shirt and a pair of short shorts. Her supposed boyfriend watching her from the couch. She turned away to avoid the living room. Spotting Beetlejuice sitting at the round table. laying with a deck of cards. She smiled lopsidedly at the sight. His back turned to the stairs. 

Lydia wondered over taking the seat by the window. Keeping a mild amount of distance between them. If he noticed he didn't say anything. He looked up at her, watching her as she sat down. She flicked her hair back to rest over the backing of the chair and not her shirt as it dried.