diary of a living dead girl

finishing off the vacation

Lydia ended up sleeping her whole last day away. Feeling more exhausted then ever from her sleepless nights. She enjoyed having a whole bed to herself. Mostly. She had passed out in the demons room, sprawled out on his bed. From four in the morning to six pm. She stretched out, opening her eyes to see the room she rested in. Noticing a glass of water on the end table and a chocolate bar filled with dried fruit. She reached over to it, her stomach growling as she looked at it. Ignoring the ingredients she at the bar then downed the water. Realizing how truly thirsty she was. She gasped after, feeling a little bit more awake. She got up from the bed and walked over to the door, turning the knob to find it locked. She looked down turning the lock then opening it again. She stepped out into the hall, making her way down to her shared room. As she grabbed the handle a shadow came up the stairs. 

She looked over, meeting a pair of blue eyes. They widened at the sight of her. The man stopped walking, putting up his hands and stepping back down the stairs. She smiled at the sight. A little wiry as he to put her on edge. But seeing the fear on his face at the sight of her did make her feel better. She hoped he'd never try something like that again with anyone. 

 She walked into the shared room, going straight for her suit case. Opening it to double check everything. She reached in for a pair of shorts then stopped. She decided to stay i her pajamas. Finding it pointless to change now. 

She walked out, going down the stairs. There was no sound in the house. No one to be seen other then Tommy who had left. She stepped out of the house. Spotting everyone on the beach. Sitting on towels and having dinner together. The demon was the first to notice her. He turned his head and smiled.

 "Ey sleepin beauty. Picked ya up some sushi" he presented the two containers with rolled up rice and fish inside. She rushed over to him. Hungrier now that she had something in her stomach. 

"He insisted, no one eat these two tins" Bertha mimicked the man, hovering over the tin. She had her own box in her lap. Filled with vegetables and rice. Beside her was Prue who also had a box but hers was mixed with noodles, sauce, and vegetables. Claire laid on a separate towel with Tommy, a shared box of food between them. Lydia sat down beside Beetlejuice, noticing another pair of uneaten tins beside him. She looked at him, raising a brow at the tins. He looked away form her, Oddly acting bashful. 

"Didn't uh know what ta get so just got the same" he answered her. "So you haven't tried it yet" she asked him, grabbing a tin he had set aside for her. He didn't answer just scratched his head. She smiled at him, knowingly. She took a fork from the bag and opened her tin. 

"I'm not gonna eat till you do" she told him, noticing he wasn't eating. He rolled his eyes grumbling as he grabbed his own tin. He opened it up. Stabbing one of the rolls with his fork. He tried to pick it up but it began to fall apart. He quickly shoved it in his mouth. The chopped up cucumber ending up on his face. His shoulder sank at the mess. But when he looked over at Lydia he was surprised. The girl had avocado smeared across her chin. She wiped it off with her sleeve. Ignoring how Claire gaged at the sight. 

"I live by my messy nature, ya'll can't change me" she told them mimicking her friends accent. The demon laughed at her. Not caring how much he dropped or how the rolls fell apart cause Lydia's was worse. She tried to inhale the food but failed at how messy it was. The group stayed outside for awhile, watching the sun set one last time before they had to return to their snowy town tomorrow. 

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The morning was a rush of everyone running to get ready. Packing all their things and running about the house. All except Lydia and her demon who had kept everything in their suit cases the whole trip. The woman sat in the kitchen drinking her morning coffee while the demon finished off the microwave burritos no one ate. He looked over at the scattering people running in and out of the kitchen. Raising his lip in annoyance.