An Attractive Ghost? ~Beetlejuice x Reader~

~| Chapter 1 |~

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Hi everyone!!!! I hope you all are well!! I am so excited to write this fic! I've been meaning to do this for so long and here I am! I hope you all enjoy the first chapter! Not a lot happens here, but this is more introduction stuff!! Bare with me for chapter 2! <3

The sound of dishes clattering and sharp clacky footsteps could be heard as my eyes slowly opened. I squinted as the sunlight just managed to catch my eyes, quickly turning away from the window. As I took a moment to stretch while lying down, I could feel my back pop ever so slightly. It was a satisfying feeling, even if it was a bit scary to hear sometimes. I simply lay in bed for a few minutes, debating whether I wanted to get up.

Another few minutes passed, and a shattering noise could be heard outside of my door. Following shortly after the shatter, there was a quiet "shit".

Groaning, I sat up and wiped my eyes, trying to get any dust out of the corners of my eyes before heading out into the living area of the apartment. I stood up, running my fingers through my hair and stopping halfway when I realized it was too knotted to even accomplish. A huff escaped my lips as I headed towards the door. I stood and looked at it, for a moment.

It was just a plain, white painted wooden door with a few pictures on the back, hung up by a zig-zag of fairy lights. One of the pictures that was hung up was a picture of myself with my mom and dad. Granted, it was taken when I was fifteen, but I cherished it all the same. The one next to it was a picture of my favorite band, which I somehow managed to meet and get a picture with. That moment still felt surreal. There were a few others on the back of the door, but only one other that grabbed my attention. It was a recent picture, only taken a few months ago.

It was a picture of me in a deep red sweater and ripped jeans, next to a girl who was slightly shorter than me. She wasn't smiling in the picture, and her outfit could be described as gothic. Her black dress came to her knees, she had on black tights, and a choker around her neck that was also black. The color of her clothes did contrast her pale skin, and her short black hair tied her look together. The girl's name was Lydia, and she was a sixteen-year-old teenager. I've been babysitting her for a few years now; since she was ten, to be exact. I started sitting Lydia when I was seventeen since I needed the cash. Then I was just stuck with their family. Not that I ever regretted it.

I was there when she graduated middle school, I was there on her first day of high school, and even when her mom passed away a month ago. That definitely shook her up, and from what I know, her dad acts like it's nothing.

Suddenly, I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the metallic clang of keys being dropped to the floor. Sighing, I wiped my eyes one more time before opening the door and looking out at the decently sized living area. I could see the television and sofa to the right, with the pillows and blankets just being tossed onto it. The countertop island and sink were mildly cleaned, a few dishes still lingered in the sink and there were just a few papers on the counter.

In the middle of it all was my roommate, Lilliana. She already looked like she was stressed, scrambling around the living area as she gathered her things. I stepped forward and picked up her keys, swinging them on my fingers as I watched her.

Lilliana had been my roommate for almost two years now. She was an extremely kind girl, with long brown hair that reached the middle of her back. There were blonde highlights mixed into the dark colors of her hair. Her skin was a beautiful tan color, being the perfect shade to match just about any color she wore. And today, she was wearing a white button-up shirt with black boot-cut dress pants. Her shirt was tucked into her pants, and she had on a pair of short black heels.

Once her scrambling came to a halt, she looked over at me with an awkward smile. Her cheeks were the faintest bit red as she approached me, a hint of annoyance in her green eyes.

"Morning," I said with a smirk, unable to hold back a small chuckle at her previous scrambling. "Did you drop your mug for your tea earlier?"

"Yeah..." Lilly said with a soft sigh, the redness from her cheeks lingering. She looked behind her where the stools were located at the counter. "I managed to clean it up, but I would still be careful, okay?"

"Awe, always looking out for me, huh? Here." I teased her with a small smile on my lips, tossing her the keys. I watched as she struggled to grab the keys, but clenched them tightly in her hands when she got a good grasp on them. "I'll get you another mug soon. I have another job for a few days."

"Lydia again?" She asked me, heading to the fridge as I listened to the clicking of her heels. She opened it and grabbed a protein shake and an apple to put in her bag.

"Mhm." I hummed as I nodded, leaning against the doorframe of my room. "I'm lucky she's easy and that we're friends. Plus Charles pays me hella good, so I can't be upset."

The last sentence earned a giggle from Lilly as she zipped her bag closed and slung it onto her shoulder. She headed over to me and gave me a hug with one arm. "Kay, I'll see you in a few days."

I smiled softly at her, returning the embrace. As much as she was professional, she was a softie. She cared too much about everyone and everything, even if it faulted her. Maybe that's why we get along as well as we do. She can be kind to anyone, and me... not so much.

"Have a good day, Lil. Don't stress yourself out, okay?" I gave her a small squeeze before letting go. "And make sure you lock the door when you come home, you tend to forget sometimes."

"Whatever!" She retorted with an annoyed huff, unable to keep a smile from tugging at the corners of her lips. She headed to the door and opened it, waving before she headed out. "Tell Lydia hi for me!"

I gave her a confirming nod, then watched as she closed the door. I was left in the apartment with the silent hum of the ice machine from the freezer. Inhaling deeply, I exhaled shortly after, then began to put myself together in my bedroom.

– – –

After changing into a simple outfit of just a plain t-shirt and a pair of jeans, I headed into the bathroom and began to fix my hair. As I worked on detangling my hair, my mind began to wander.

I started to wonder why Charles needed a babysitter. Lydia's mom had just passed a month ago, I wonder where he's going. I heard that they also moved into a different house, one that was slightly farther away from my apartment. I didn't mind, though. I was willing to drive any distance to be there with Lydia.

My actions came to a halt when the comb passed cleanly through my hair. I set it down, then grabbed my toothbrush and applied some toothpaste, beginning to clean my teeth. As I was brushing, I wandered back into the bedroom and headed to my closet. I grabbed my backpack and began to pack some clothes. Luckily I didn't have to pack too much since I knew I could use their washer. I threw in a few shirts, and a few pairs of pants, made sure I had at least two sets of pajamas and that was that.

I hummed as I headed back into the bathroom, finishing brushing my teeth and rinsing my mouth. I grabbed a bag for my toiletries and shoved it into my backpack. All that was left were my wallet and keys. I slung my bag over my shoulder, headed out to the living area, and grabbed the said items. I put my lanyard around my neck as I slipped on my sneakers, then headed out, making sure to lock the door behind me.

– – –

After thirty minutes of driving, some on highways and some on back roads, I finally made it to Lydia's new house. There was a car in the driveway, which I assumed was Charles. I didn't want to block him in the driveway, so I parked on the side of the road. Switching off the car, I grabbed my bag and my keys, then stepped out. I made sure to lock my car, seeing the orange lights flash before beginning to walk up the driveway.

Lydia's new house was massive. It looked like an old mansion, the theme was Gothic, and the house was painted black.

It was surprisingly fitting for Lydia.

However, as I walked up to the front door, I noticed that there was a window into what seemed like an attic. It was a small one. I could just barely see inside of it, but I swear...

I swear I saw two people up there.

But they didn't look like Lydia or Charles.