AN: Hey everyone I'm back with a new story. So far I only own Grandpa Bugjuice. Beetlejuice & Lydia is owned by Universal Studios, Nightshade is owned by rubydesires, & Lina is owned by Madam Laugh.

Chapter 1

Beetlejuice sat in Midnight Desires. Nightshade was making a sketch of a bowling shirt for him. He asked her since he wanted his name spelled correctly on the back, rather than the loophole spelling he had to use since neither of them could spell or say their own names. (Poltergeist curse thing).

Beetle grumbled to himself as he sat watching his surrogate sister/partner in crime drawing on her large note pad. Nights slowly looked up at him.

"B, do you have a problem?" She started getting annoyed, thinking he was complaining about hanging out with her when it was his idea.

"It's been a week. A whole fucking week! I save her ass and all I get is hug and a blow off! I even left her a chant." He sighed before going on. "I thought she understood me."

Nights raised an eyebrow at him. "Stop whining. She is sixteen, and a breather. Plus, you are too impatient. You have a lot of patience to make a con work but when it comes to waiting for something, you have none."

Beetle got up, telling her, "I'm going for a walk. I'll come by when my shirt is done." He walked out of the store and started heading down the street, still grumbling to himself. "What does she know? I can wait. I'm the master of waiting. I'm the Ghost that can wait the Most. Ok, that last one was cheesy."

In the Livingworld, Lydia ran into her room and closed the door, locking it. She wanted to scream. Claire Brewster could not just shut up and leave her alone. Every day since Lydia started there two weeks ago, it's been "Freak this" and "Freak that". The goth girl looked down and took the letter from her pocket which had been left on her vanity that night a week ago. She kept it with her looking at it, remembering how the dirty, perverted dead man had saved her from a monster that was far worse after sending her father's boss and his wife to the hospital, and trying to marry her a week earlier. Maybe he was like her? Not a gothic sad girl, but someone there was more to then what was shown on the top. Every day she wanted to call him to take him up on his offer of visiting the other world without dying first, but she kept losing her nerve. The Maitlands told her that doing one good thing-no matter how good it was-didn't make him a nice guy. It only meant that he had a limit to his heartlessness.

"NO! Anyone that would help someone had to have some good in them somewhere," she told herself, pounding her fist into her hand to make a point. Percy just lifted his head off the bed and meowed. "I'm going to do it. After the week I've had, how much more annoying could he make it?" She almost thought 'Don't ask,' as she changed from her school clothes into something more comfortable. Then she lit an oil lamp that sat on her table, and pulled the curtains on her window closed. She had to let Percy out of the room. If she was going to call this ghost, she knew the poor cat shouldn't be around; he had worse nerves then her dad.

"Though I know I should be wary, still I venture someplace scary; ghostly haunting I turn loose… Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!"

When the last word left her mouth, the window blew open and her room started to shake and tear, turning into what looked like an old castle. She looked over to the stairs that led to the door out of her room. Then another door that led to who knew where. There were bats hanging from post in the ceiling. She looked around taking it all in.

"Deadly vu," was all that could make it past her lips. Then she heard his laughter and a pail hand with blood red nails and mold growing on it clamped down on her right shoulder. She let out a scream making him laugh even harder.

"Don't be so jumpy, babes, it's only me," he said, the grin evident in his voice.

She turned slowly, looking at him with a small smirk. "That's what scares me."

He only rolled his eyes. "You know how long I been waiting? A week." He lifted up his left sleeve showing her the four watches-which not one of them worked, the batteries were as dead as he was.

"I kept losing my nerve, but I thought hanging out with you would be better. After what Claire has been putting me through."

A smirk came across Beetlejuice's lips. "Who's this Claire? Is she like a Lolita? You know . . ." He thrust his hips, making a grunt noise causing Lydia to jump back in disgust.

"Ew. If you ever do anything like that with her, we will never hang out!" She shook her head. "No, she calls me a freak and tells me what I like is wrong." She sat down and gave a sad sigh.

Beetle thinks for a minute. "You are freaky, Lyds. That's what I like about ya."

Unbelievable as it sounds, that actually made her feel better. "So, you said about us hanging out in your world?" Lydia asked with a hopeful smile.

"Yeah, babes, but you're going to need a change in clothes. Something more suited. Know what I mean?" He waved his hand and her clothes were changed to a black, skin tight leotard with comfortable flats. Then he looked at her table, seeing the grey spider web table cloth, and it yanks off the table as the oil lamp disappears, and drapes the fabric over her, turning it red and forming its self into a poncho. "There ya go, babes. You're looking good, if I do say so myself."

Lydia's smile got wider with her new clothes. Beetlejuice wanted to top it off with the ring he tried to put on her finger at their wedding, but thought she would get the wrong idea. When they got to be better friends he would give it to her.

"Are we ready to go, Beetlejuice?" she asked slowly.

"Whoa, Lyds, you're going to have to call me something else. Like BJ or something. You know what happens with the Magic B words. Let's go!" With that, Beetlejuice grabs her hand and opens the who-knows-where door and Lydia sees a whole other world. Her eyes follow everything as Beetle pulls her along as her guide.

"What is this place?" she asked in awe.

"It's the Neitherworld. This is where everyone goes when they die."

She nodded, taking it all in. "What about heaven or hell?" she asked suddenly.

Beetlejuice stopped and looked at her. "They aren't real. This is it. The afterlife. The one and only. Breathers just made those other places up to give people reason to be good. But, hey, whatever floats your boat, right?"

Lydia felt a little bad for everyone who wanted the everlasting salvation. "Oh. It must get crowed having everyone that ever lived here."

BJ shook his head. "Nah, the Neitherworld is magic, so there is always enough room for everyone. Plus, not everyone that died is here. You see, some like Adam and Babs stay in the Livingworld. Some for a few years, like those two stiffs, and some forever."

He started to walk again, and then stopped, like he just remembered something. "Oh, yeah, babes, almost forgot. Not all the ghosts here are human. Some become monsters after they die. We are not sure why, but, hell it happens, gotta accept it." He then starts to walk again with Lydia following behind him.

As they neared Beetle's home, Lydia could already tell what he meant. Looking at a giant cow skull, she saw a giant cowboy hairball.

"Who is that?" she asked in wonder.

Beetlejuice looked over at who she was referring to. "That guy is the Monster Across the Street. He's an idiot and a pain in the ass."

She only gave the blond haired ghost a dirty look. "Beej, I'm sure he can say the same about you."

"Yeah, yeah, well here is my place." He pointed to the weird building across the street from the cow skull. Like she wouldn't have guessed with the name on the mailbox and big flashing lights above the door saying "BJ's Roadhouse."

Once they were inside, BJ told her to make herself at home. He was going to make her something to eat, and then they would go to his friend's shop to see if the shirt he ordered was finished. When he left the room, Lydia looked around. She was drawn to his book shelf since she loved to read. On the shelves, she found books on law, cooking, repair and remodeling (all of which he studied up on for his cons), and three books she might actually read: The Dark Works of Edger Allen Poe, Poems and Plays by William Shakeyspear, and The Marvelous Stories of Vern Jewels.

Beetle soon returned from the kitchen, holding a plate. "Hope you like Italian. Spaghetti and scream sauce," he told her, holding out the plate to her.

The white cream sauce that looked like alfredo screamed in her face. She was a little leery about the dish in front of her, but decided it was best to be a good guest and at least try it. She slowly picked up one of the stands of spaghetti and put it in her mouth. To her surprise, it tasted good. She took the plate of food from him and sat on his couch. While she ate, Lydia noticed the only thing that didn't run on electricity was the lights. They were all candles but gave off the same light as modern day lamps. Beetlejuice sat in his uneasy chair where he had that day's copy of his newspaper, The Afterlife.

After their meal, they left. Lydia looked over to the side carport and saw Beetle's Car and Motorcycle (The Creepy Cruiser and Phantom Flyer).

Soon, they made it to a market place, stores lining the side streets. While Lydia was looking at all the people, Beetlejuice saw someone he knew; a purple bat woman with green hair.

"Stay here, Lyds. I got to do something," he said, grinning evilly. Lydia looked over at who the poltergeist was approaching. She was beautiful for a bat woman. She wore a lovely dress like she was in royal garb. She was smiling like she loved the day, her life full of sunshine. Lydia had the feeling the so called Ghost with the Most planned to change that.

"Hey Lina, over here!"

Lina only closed her eyes, mumbling to herself. "Crap. What does he want? And was such a nice day, too. Don't turn around, don't turn around, Lina. No matter what he says, do not turn around."

"You-hoo, batty girl, turn around! Look at me. You know you wanna . . . Looks like your panties are riding up on you!"

Lina growled and spun around. "WHAT!" She then gasped and anger rose in her when she saw the form the annoyance of her afterlife was in. Beetlejuice looked like a bullfighter with the head of a bull.

"O-LAY!" he shouted. Then with a poof, he turned into a flamingo wearing a Flamenco dress, and started dancing around.

Lina was so mad, she was shaking. "THAT'S IT!" She lunged at him. He always annoyed her, but making fun of her Livingworld home went too far and she was going to tear him apart.

She had just about gotten a hold of him when someone grabbed her and Beetlejuice, causing him to return to his true form. They were both held by their ears. When they managed to get a look at who it was, they saw it was Beetlejuice's grandfather, Bugjuice.

"Play nice, you two! I'm tired of seeing the two of you fighting! Every time I go out, I have to say to myself, 'I hope Lina and Beetle are not going to be in the same area together.' But here you are. Now apologize."

Neither of them says anything which makes Grandpa Bugjuice angrier. "Lina G Batrica, Beetlejuice, apologize now!" This time they both mumble it under their breath. "What was that?"

"SORRY!" they both say to each other, and their ears are released causing them both to slump to the ground.

Beetlejuice and Lina sit on the ground, listening to Grandpa Bugjuice's loafers shuffle off.

Beetlejuice looks at the bat girl. "Doesn't he know we are having fun? We have a love/hate relationship."

Looking back at him with disgust, Lina replies with, "There is no love in our relationship!"

He smiled and put his arm around her. "Sure there is! I love annoying you, and you love trying to rip my eyes out."

Lina pushes him off. "GAH! Get off me, you stink!" She scrambles to her feet and walks off in a foul mood. Why did he have to ruin her day?

AN: Hey everyone I hope you liked this there will be a villain coming in to the story at Chapter 3 I just want to get all the meet & greets out of the way kinda. Let me know what you think.