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[Oct 17] [Beetlejuice] Someone Not Afraid
Title: Someone Not Afraid
Day/Theme: 17. the boy who could not shiver and shake
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ/Lydia
Rating: G
“A girl your age,” her stepmother began, and Lydia ground her teeth.
“Should have boyfriends and gentleman callers,” she said before Delia could. “I should be popular and social and a cheerleader and homecoming queen.” Her voice trailed off to a growl and she stabbed a fork at her dinner savagely.
“Well, one caller might be nice,” Delia said, ignoring the clunk of fork against plate. “Some one artistic and creative, that you could relate to. Talk to. Someone…” She gestured with her own fork. “Alive.”
“The living don’t seem to find me that interesting,” Lydia muttered. Delia suspected she was being included in that statement, but didn’t comment. “And vice versa. I’ve yet to meet the boy who can sit all night on a tombstone to photograph the crypts on a full moon without getting antsy and running. I’ve yet to meet one who could tell when the Maitlands were in the room with us. And there’s never been one to give me goosebumps instead of the other way around. I make them want to turn more lights on. They make me want to never leave the attic.”
“There’ll be someone, pumpkin,” her father said affectionately. “You’ll meet the right one. It happens. ” He smiled at Delia. “Sometimes twice.”
Lydia grunted something and went back to jabbing at her dinner. With her eyes on the plate, she almost missed the swirl of something reflected in her butter knife. It was just a quick blur of black and white, but she knew who it was. A small pattern of goosebumps rose on her neck and she had to smile.
Day/Theme: 17. the boy who could not shiver and shake
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: BJ/Lydia
Rating: G
“A girl your age,” her stepmother began, and Lydia ground her teeth.
“Should have boyfriends and gentleman callers,” she said before Delia could. “I should be popular and social and a cheerleader and homecoming queen.” Her voice trailed off to a growl and she stabbed a fork at her dinner savagely.
“Well, one caller might be nice,” Delia said, ignoring the clunk of fork against plate. “Some one artistic and creative, that you could relate to. Talk to. Someone…” She gestured with her own fork. “Alive.”
“The living don’t seem to find me that interesting,” Lydia muttered. Delia suspected she was being included in that statement, but didn’t comment. “And vice versa. I’ve yet to meet the boy who can sit all night on a tombstone to photograph the crypts on a full moon without getting antsy and running. I’ve yet to meet one who could tell when the Maitlands were in the room with us. And there’s never been one to give me goosebumps instead of the other way around. I make them want to turn more lights on. They make me want to never leave the attic.”
“There’ll be someone, pumpkin,” her father said affectionately. “You’ll meet the right one. It happens. ” He smiled at Delia. “Sometimes twice.”
Lydia grunted something and went back to jabbing at her dinner. With her eyes on the plate, she almost missed the swirl of something reflected in her butter knife. It was just a quick blur of black and white, but she knew who it was. A small pattern of goosebumps rose on her neck and she had to smile.