Sure, he bombed his way into Lydia's life, sure, he nearly killed her entire family, sure, he forced her to use a vase as a weapon; but everyone could change, right?
Beetlejuice had saved her life that night. Over the course of those short couple days, he had shown her that maybe, just maybe, there was something more to this whole 'being alive thing.'
Time heals all wounds, right? Maybe they still didn't quite trust each other, maybe they never would, but today that didn't seem to matter. It isn't just your average day in the Deetz household. It's Halloween, the third anniversary of Beetlejuice and Lydia's friendship, and they're determined to have fun. Scares, flirting, lightly bullying Adam -- today is the day for friendship... and maybe something more?
Warning! This story includes strong language and very serious subjects like suicide, depression, anxiety, sex and more so this story rated M for Mature.
PS the cover photo isn't mine. I found it on Pinterest and thought it was adorable. Unfortunately I don't know who drew it.
I Accidentally Shot a Werewolf and He Called Me Mate?
28 parts Ongoing
28 parts
Ongoing
Rachel lived her life growing up seeing things that others couldn't. Her parents initially thought their daughter had a superior imagination and creativity than her typical peers. They were wrong. Rachel's imagination landed her to an endless list of different therapist and doctors diagnosing her with schizophrenia, attention seeking behavior, and suddenly addiction to alcohol. Only one of these symptoms were possibly true.
Being sent to live with her Aunt for her junior year, she quickly learned two things.
1. Never go out deer hunting with her cousin and her obnoxious friends.
2. She needs a new prescription and higher dosage of medication, because nobody was going to believe her, not even her therapist when she says " I accidentally shot a werewolf, and he called me his mate?"