AN: Oh, lordy! Another chapter. xD I'm silent for like months and months and then BAM! So thanks to my reviewers. Anyway, I'm not gonna delete Stars. That's part of the reason why I changed the title for this one.

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"You're not real," I said around my finger.

The blonde blinked at me. "'Course I'm real, sweetheart."

"No. No, you're not." I turned on me heel and started to walk out.

"Wait! Just…come back and touch me."

I froze. "Say what now?"

"Touch me."

I twisted to look at him over my shoulder. He was leaning out, hands braced on the bottom edge of the mirror, and I noticed his nails were blood red. "I'm not gonna bow to the whims of a figment of my imagination."

"March yer damn ass over here and touch me, dammit."

We glared at each other for a moment, but then I growled and stomped over to him, reaching out to touch his face. I blinked, taken by surprise. He certainly felt real. His skin, though, was cool. "Okay, so you're not a hunger induced hallucination. What are you then?"

"I'm the ghost with the most, sweetheart."

I stared at him. "Ghosts aren't real." They weren't. I have had that fact pounded into my brain since I was little. "They don't exist." I let my hand drop and took a step back. "Now what are you really?"

He sighed, head dropping against the top of the dresser. "I told ya. I'm a ghost."

"Prove it."

"I'm in yer mirror."

I blinked. He had a point. Mirrors could be used as doorways and whatnot. Then there was the whole Bloody Mary story. She used mirrors. Then there was that movie Mirrors. Okay, I didn't believe he was a ghost, but there were other monsters.

"So you got a name?" I asked after a moment. I squeaked as the Orion constellation appeared in front of me, a bright yellow arrow pointing to one of the stars. "Betelgeuse?"

"That's me."

"…Betelgeuse."

"Yep."

"…the hell kinda name is Betelgeuse?"

This time I screamed as the possible ghost flew out of the mirror and I fell back on my bed with a bounce before rolling off the other side and peeking over. He cackled and I pushed myself against the wall as his face was suddenly right the fuck there in mine.

"So what's yer name, four-eyes?"

I twitched as a not exactly pleasant odor wafted over my face. "I ain't gonna tell you my name, stupid. Name's have power and you're obviously something I don't want knowing my name."

"Hm. Yer a little hell cat, ain'tcha? Then I'll just haveta call ya Kitty." He planted a wet one on me and I was too shocked to respond appropriately with a fist firmly in his paunchy gut. "What d'ya got ta eat in this shit hole?" he asked zooming away and out of the room, no doubt to the kitchen. I recovered enough to follow after him and when I caught up, he had his black boots on the tile, and I couldn't see anything above the waist as he looked in my fridge. "You got nothin'."

"I have to go shopping today."

"Then let's go!" The fridge door slammed shut and he strode on over to me, grabbing my hand, ready to pull me out the front door.

"Wait, you crack head!" I was wearing my pajamas, but it didn't seem I'd get the chance to change out of the pants to put on some jeans. So instead, I just ran into my room, slipped on my Fergies (that were falling apart. Seriously, I could see my socks through the holes), grabbed my purse and keys, and I allowed him to drag me out the door. I locked the door behind us as he made his way to the parked cars.

"Which one is yours?"

"The little red car that's in dire need of a bath." It was true. My Shetland pony of a car was covered in dust. But I guess that's what you get for living in a desert. I gave him a once over as I walked to my car, hitting the button on my chain to unlock both doors. Betelgeuse certainly looked dead. His hair was a thick, scraggly mess, and I think that might have been mold along his hairline and neck. Ew. He was disgusting, but I had to admit, he looked good in that suit. And I did like the magenta shirt. I got in a moment before he did, and I ignored the complete mess it was in. He, however, looked at every inch.

"This place is mess."

"I am fully aware of that fact."

"I love it!"

I blinked, looking at him, once again surprised. He was grinning at me. We looked at each other for a moment, and then I just shook my head and started up my car. The drive to Walmart was a quiet one. Partly because I was blasting my radio and singing along and therefore not giving my odd companion a chance to speak. In the store, he kept his feet on the ground and I didn't make eye contact with anyone. They were giving the two of us looks. Good thing I lived in a big city. After I had all of my stuff in the cart, I headed to the cashiers. Betelgeuse, however, put a hand over mine, stopping me.

"What?" I asked, looking at him.

"There's hardly anythin' in there."

"This stuff cost money, dude." I tended to refrain from swearing in public. "I'm a college student. That's not a paying gig."

He growled and told me to wait before he walked off. I did wait. I thought I owed him that much. He was only trying to help, after all. I stood there, forearms braced against the handle bar, hip cocked to one side and all of my weight on one foot, leaning over slightly. I had my phone in my hand, looking at the blank screen. Nobody was talking to me. I glanced up as Betelgeuse dropped more food in my cart. I swear I could see dollar bills with angel wings flying away. He didn't give me a chance to argue because he took the cart. I was quiet as I watched him pay for them, and I continued to not speak as we headed back to my car. In fact, I didn't say anything until we got back to my apartment and was putting it all away.

"Thank you." He just grunted his reply. He was such a male. "Um, how can I repay you?"

Betelgeuse looked at me and I fidgeted. His eyes were just way too intense for me. "Just let me stay here when I want."

That seemed easy enough. "Deal."

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AN: So there we go. I think I'm going to start another Beej story. I've had the idea for some time now. Anyway, basic idea is Beej befriends a teenage boy instead. Sound coolio?