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[September 1] [Beetlejuice] Third Time's the Charm
Title: Third Time's the Charm
Day/Theme: 01. say it again
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: Lydia and BJ
Rating: PG
There were other ways to handle everyday problems. Ordinary ways. Ways that didn’t involve summoning spirits from beyond the grave. As satisfying as it would be to see the walls ripple and watch her enemies cower under the sound of gravelly laughter, that wouldn’t solve the real problem.
They weren’t really her enemies, she reminded herself. Just annoying kids a year older than her. A rock whizzed over her head and she heard one of them yell something stupid and mean. Ok, maybe they were enemies.
“Beetlejuice,” she said, just to make herself feel better. Another rock smacked off her backpack. Her camera was in a case so she wasn’t worried about it, but she was pretty sure the rock had been meant for her head. She picked up her pace a bit.
Get to the corner, then duck into the woods, she told herself. Then, run. Once past the creek, they wouldn’t be able to see her. And in the woods, no one but them would see the trees go striped and the vines become snakes with leering faces. Maybe something rude would be said to the hard-faced girl she could still hear laughing, something gross enough to shock that stony sneer off her for once.
She almost smiled before the sound of bike wheels spinning caught her ears. They were going to chase her on bikes? Well, the runty one did sort of look like E.T. Abandoning dignity, Lydia grabbed her backpack straps a little tighter and broke into a run.
You can’t outrun a 10-speed, she told herself.
I can in the woods, herself replied. She put her head down and ran. The whirr of the bikes spokes was slightly louder on the gravel. She could hear the big guy’s steady jeering over the sound. She felt like Ichabod Crane, racing for the river, desperate to cross running water, and escape the vengeful fiend on her heels.
And speaking of vengeful fiends…. “Beetlejuice,” she said again, wincing at how close the word was to a whine. The tension in the air turned anticipatory. Was it predatory glee from the bullies right behind her, or from the poltergeist no doubt waiting in the wings? She ducked around the corner and into the trees, jumping a little wash and tearing up the hill.
The bridge was just ahead. That was where the Maitlands had died, she remembered suddenly. The girl shouted a threat and Lydia bit her lip. Her first footstep on the wood planks of the covered bridge echoed down the corridor.
“Beetlejuice!” she screamed. There was a woosh like water from a floodgate and three separate screams rose high and shrill behind her. Lydia ran all the way across the bridge and kept going. She didn’t look back, because she didn’t want to admit to the vengeful glee of her own. She would go home, and thank him when he came to gloat. She knew he would, just as she had known he would come if she called him.
Day/Theme: 01. say it again
Series: Beetlejuice
Character/Pairing: Lydia and BJ
Rating: PG
There were other ways to handle everyday problems. Ordinary ways. Ways that didn’t involve summoning spirits from beyond the grave. As satisfying as it would be to see the walls ripple and watch her enemies cower under the sound of gravelly laughter, that wouldn’t solve the real problem.
They weren’t really her enemies, she reminded herself. Just annoying kids a year older than her. A rock whizzed over her head and she heard one of them yell something stupid and mean. Ok, maybe they were enemies.
“Beetlejuice,” she said, just to make herself feel better. Another rock smacked off her backpack. Her camera was in a case so she wasn’t worried about it, but she was pretty sure the rock had been meant for her head. She picked up her pace a bit.
Get to the corner, then duck into the woods, she told herself. Then, run. Once past the creek, they wouldn’t be able to see her. And in the woods, no one but them would see the trees go striped and the vines become snakes with leering faces. Maybe something rude would be said to the hard-faced girl she could still hear laughing, something gross enough to shock that stony sneer off her for once.
She almost smiled before the sound of bike wheels spinning caught her ears. They were going to chase her on bikes? Well, the runty one did sort of look like E.T. Abandoning dignity, Lydia grabbed her backpack straps a little tighter and broke into a run.
You can’t outrun a 10-speed, she told herself.
I can in the woods, herself replied. She put her head down and ran. The whirr of the bikes spokes was slightly louder on the gravel. She could hear the big guy’s steady jeering over the sound. She felt like Ichabod Crane, racing for the river, desperate to cross running water, and escape the vengeful fiend on her heels.
And speaking of vengeful fiends…. “Beetlejuice,” she said again, wincing at how close the word was to a whine. The tension in the air turned anticipatory. Was it predatory glee from the bullies right behind her, or from the poltergeist no doubt waiting in the wings? She ducked around the corner and into the trees, jumping a little wash and tearing up the hill.
The bridge was just ahead. That was where the Maitlands had died, she remembered suddenly. The girl shouted a threat and Lydia bit her lip. Her first footstep on the wood planks of the covered bridge echoed down the corridor.
“Beetlejuice!” she screamed. There was a woosh like water from a floodgate and three separate screams rose high and shrill behind her. Lydia ran all the way across the bridge and kept going. She didn’t look back, because she didn’t want to admit to the vengeful glee of her own. She would go home, and thank him when he came to gloat. She knew he would, just as she had known he would come if she called him.