oh how you hated Beetlejuice, from his horrid smell to his crude way of speaking. How badly he treated other people, the pranks, the way he was able to get under your skin so easily

but you loved him all the same, the way he showed he cared for your little sister, lydia, how his jokes were funny, how he kept an upbeat attitude, how it was funny when he got scared of the sandworms in thr neitherworld, his cute smile,

you were laying in your bed, trying to get rid of the thoughts plguing your mind like a bad roach infestation, beded deep in every crack and crevice, when the man himself, the ghost with the most, Beetlejuice, showed up, its clear lydia let him out early this morning

he spoke, his usual high but grating voice filled your ears, the voice you loved to hate yet hate to love "heeeeey!!! Hows my least favorite guy today?"