Beetlejuice: the Musical Short Story Book

Cookies

With all that bullying she'd endured, being called things like 'goth loser' and 'weirdo', Lydia didn't care in the slightest. All she wanted was to just go home and forget about it. Make it the least of her worries.

And that's what Lydia did, climbing up the stairs to her house and slamming the front doors open with a slam loud enough to alert the Maitlands. And it had to be a good thing that they were in the kitchen right now. Otherwise, they wouldn't have known. Barbara, having just finished up making cookies, and Adam made their way over towards her as she threw her school bag off to the side and face planted into the kitchen island.

"Rough day, Lydia?" Barbara set the cookies she'd made down on the kitchen island — a few feet away from Lydia. "Would a cookie make things better?"

Still face planted against the kitchen island, Lydia reached out a hand and grabbed one of the cookies — lifting her head and eating it before face planting back against the kitchen island. Amongst a series of depressed noises, Lydia muttered out, "thanks Barbara."

She nodded, her and Adam sitting on either side of Lydia.

Barbara reached a hand out, placing it on Lydia's shoulder and causing the teenager to lift her head up again.

"You... want to talk about it? About what's going on?"

"No...." Before Lydia could face plant into the kitchen island again, Barbara stopped her.

Barbara offered Lydia another cookie, Lydia again lifting her head up and grabbing it. Putting half of it in her mouth and not eating it. Adam and Barbara might have been confused, but that didn't do anything to hide their amusement.

"You okay, Lydia?" Adam questioned.

"M ine..." she muttered out, voice muffled because of her cookie.

Lydia took the cookie out of her mouth, bit half of it, then put it back into her mouth.

"Can I eat all of these?" Lydia asked, upon finishing up her cookie.

"Unless you want to make yourself sick? No!" Barbara was quick to sternly chastise the teenager, resting a hand on her hip.

Lydia, hand extended out, retracted it, letting out an annoyed groan.

"You're no fun. You know that right?"

"Lydia, we love you as much as your dad and Delia," Barbara said with a sigh. "We're just trying to look out for you and make sure you're doing okay is all."

Before Lydia could open her mouth to speak, having found a response, she was cut short by Beetlejuice teleporting into the kitchen. His attention focused on Barbara's cookies and he picked up the entire plate.

"Don't mind if I do."

And, with that, Beetlejuice, against what Barbara and Adam were saying, shoved it — plate and all — into his mouth. And all Barbara and Adam could do was stare in shock. First at the kitchen island then at Beetlejuice.

His hair flashed a shade of purple as he backed up and away from the equally as annoyed Maitlands. "Was I... not supposed to do that?"