Amantes mortem (Beetlejuice x reader)

13. Listen

A/N: thank you for 17k! This chapter will be shorter due to a really important chapter coming up next. But enjoy reading.

Y/n POV: I groaned pushing myself up. Turning my head I squinted at my clock. It read at 11 pm. Sighing in tired annoyance I looked at the man beside me. As my eyes scanned his body, my heart racing. Am I really this infatuated? My eyes shakily looked at his face. He was handsome. Resting a palm on his cheek, I drug my thumb pad along the scruff of his cold face.

I paused. I wanted to touch his lips. With what? I knew I wanted to kiss him. He'd grown on me. And I didn't want to admit it. I let out a shaky huff. How would his lips feel? I didn't wanna push boundaries. Maybe they would be rough but they didn't look it. Slapping a hand over my mouth I kept my self together. Turning back over I settled for resting a hand on his upper side. His chest rose and fell like Anyone else's. Dragging my pointer finger down his side it soon snagged.

"Huh?" I asked causing Beetlejuice to stir briefly. I paused as the snag crinkled. What could it be? As my hand lingered near the hidden possession it faintly glowed. Releasing a small waft of old and metallic smelling blood. My eyes widened. I was now biting at the bit in anticipation. My hand lingered over the pocket. I paused and let my arm go limp. I shouldn't pry. Normally I wouldn't let that stop me. But something was different. It was either a plot contrivance or me wanting to keep the trust we had built.

I turned back over and went to sleep. Waking up to my alarm I got up and dressed. Turning to my side I saw Beetlejuice mumbling angrily at himself as he poured wine into a ' Live, laugh, love' mug.

"Nice mug." I teased sarcastically as I grabbed my bag.

"Where are you going, Babes?" He asked in a childish manner.

"School," I said bluntly walking downstairs as he followed behind.

"School...what am I gonna do while you're gone?" He whined. I rolled my eyes.

"Well, Patrick what do you do normally while I'm gone?" I asked irritated as I waved to dad and prepared some toast.

"Wait for you to come back..." He carries off. I sigh chuckling to myself. Admiration peaking through the throat chuckle itself. I run a hand through my hair. Looking to him and smile as he amuses himself scaring my father, by .... is ..is he gnawing on the lightbulb t-to make it flicker!? I mentally face palmed as I hummed tiredly.

"Why not come with me? We can scare people." I smiled seeing as he slowly let the know broken lightbulb slowly slip out his mouth covered in saliva. Gross. He happily agreed to as we got on my bike and rode to school.