This was requested by someone with a great profile picture, FoxyZeGeekGamer.

No joke, I spent, like, 20 minutes trying to put FoxyZeGeekGamer. Every time I put the G in Gamer, Wattpad shut down.

Also, this one is shitty. Sorry about it! I barely know anything about the musical/show/movie (it's all three), I just like the song Say My Name!

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     I rolled my eyes at the sound of a certain demon rambling on and on about this Lydia. Honestly, I was somewhat surprised when the girl pushed BJ off the roof. And not to mention, the amount of jealousy I felt when BJ spoke about Lydia.

     A few years ago, I had died. Before I met BJ, I thought my ex-boyfriend did it because I broke up with him. But what did you expect? A man who acted like a child and a schizophrenic. Of course, the childish side was the fact B/N had this not-so-imaginary friend, "Beetlejuice."

     I never believed him when he said Beetlejuice convinced him to do this and that after he said BJ's name three times. The day my ex said BJ plotted to kill me, I had to leave. B/F begged me not to, for BJ would kill me as soon as I left. But I didn't listen.

     So, why am I friends with BJ? I'm not even sure. After I died, he somehow comforted me by using humor and songs. At first, I wanted to kill him for what he had done. And not mention, making me breaking B/N's heart. But, as time went on, we spent more time with each other.

     One would think BJ would have something better to do, rather than spending time with a sad ghost, such as myself. But I would hate it if BJ left, even if I won't admit it. Yet. . .

     "Beetlejuice! What is with you and Lydia? Is this goth girl really that important to you?" I raised my voice at BJ, slamming my hands on the table as I stood up. At the moment, we in a cafe- eating/drinking nothing because we were invisible.

     BJ looked up at me with furrowed eyebrows. Quickly, his face shifted into a smug one.

     "Jealous, are we?" He said as a plate of...something appeared in front of us on the table. I rolled my eyes, ignoring the food BJ brought from think air.

     "Like hell. You're just being overdramatic. Besides, she's, like, 12," I protested as I sat down. BJ chuckled once more, taking a bite of whatever you want to imagine.

     "Coming from someone who attacked me over and over again for a month after their death," BJ replied. I sighed, rolling my eyes as rested my head on my hands.

     "There's murder and there's a little girl who pushed you," I stated. I looked out the window; there was a couple talking to each other outside. Honestly, it kinda looked like me and B/N...

     Oh shit, I thought, standing up abruptly. BJ looked up at me, confused. Then looked to where I was looking.

     "Oh, wouldja look at that! It's B/N and his new girlfriend, Ashley. She looks a lot like you, eh?" BJ commented as he looked over me with his usual smile. Then, he frowned.

     "Y/N... Whyya cryin'?" BJ asked me as he cocked his head, fazing through the table to get over to me. He grabbed a few strands of my hair and pushed them back to fully reveal my dull eyes.

     In one swift movement, I wrapped my arms around BJ and squeezed. I couldn't help crying onto him, after all, it hurts to feel forgotten.

     BJ, stunned, was a little hesitant to hug back. But did so anyway. He pay Y/N on the back a little, saying, "You're alright. Besides, what did you expect? He's still young, so he should be able to see other people while he can. And not to mention, he got one that looks like you."

     After a few short minutes, the crying stopped. I pulled back, wiping the tears out of my eyes, and smiled sadly.

     "Thank you, for this," I said awkardly, unsure of how to recover from that. He smiled and waved his hand, "Ayyy, don't worry 'bout it. I deal with crying dead people all the time!"

     A smile reappeared on my face as I giggled a little. It wasn't that funny of a "joke," and he wasn't wrong. It seemed just being in his presence was enough to make me smile.

     "Y'know, if you really do want to find love, just try to find someone who lives eternally," he stated as he sat down right next to me. I thought about that for a moment.

     "Kid, what?" BJ asked after I rested my he's on his shoulder.

     "You're a demon, aren't you? You live eternally, don't you? I think the I found the one I liked then," I hummed.

     BJ's cheeks turned a little pink; "Yeah, yeah, I agreeee. I'm a demon, live eternally, and the one I like. And you know what?" He asked, causing me to look up at him. I honestly just wanted to his expression to my teasing. But being kissed?!

      BJ leaned towards me, wrapping one of hands behind me head. Of course, I mentally scolded myself for not kissing back in time, because by the time I could comprehend what happened, he had pulled away.

      "Heh, can't tell you how many times you imagined that happening," he shrugged as if nothing happened.