Timeless *REWRITTEN* (Beetlejuice x Reader)

Chapter 8

"You come up here often?"

He smiled down at his ice cream. "More than I'd like to admit. Although less as of late, with music school and rum runnin', and all."

I nodded. "I understand that. Have you always liked music?"

Hey faltered for a short moment before smiling a small, sad smile. "My dad actually played."

My brow furrowed slightly as I listened to him.

"He taught me some, when I was a kid. He really had a love for the piano and music in general. Chopin was his favorite," he remembered fondly. "He always said there was something so personal about his music. Said he could connect with it much easier than the other composers."

I smiled. "I don't know much about music, but your father sounds like he really has a passion for it."

He looked down at the city below us. "He really did." I hesitated at a bit at his use of the past tense. "My dad left when I was around eight. My mom said he was having an affair, but I never quite believed her. Sometimes I think he left just to get away from her. I know I would have."

"Oh, Law, I'm so sorry. I had no idea."

He seemed to snap to his senses and looked over at me, shrugging it off. "No, no. In fact, if anyone should be sorry, it's me. You're just trying to enjoy your ice cream and here I am unloading my past on you." He grinned sheepishly at me.

I waved away his apology. "Think nothing of it. Believe me, I understand being at odds with your parents."

"Oh yeah?" he asked me, taking a bite of his ice cream before it could drip down the side of his bowl.

I nodded. "You know my mother passed away when I was a teenager, and my father and I were never close. He actually tried to pawn me off to lone of his colleagues after his first wife died."

Law's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"Christ alive! You've certainly been through the ringer, haven't ya, toots?" He flashed me an encouraging grin.

I felt myself color slightly at his easy use of nicknames for me. "That's certainly one way of putting it."

The two of us settled into a comfortable silence as we ate our frozen treats. The longer we sat there, the more I couldn't help myself from broaching the subject.

"So... Jenny had a lot of good things to say about you," I ventured.

"Did she, now?" he retorted, an annoyed expression flickering onto his face for a brief moment.

My brow furrowed as I considered him. "You don't seem too pleased about it," I commented playfully.

He let out a weighty breath. "It's just... She's made her... attraction fairly clear, and I don't feel the same way, I'm afraid."

My heart, selfish as it was, lifted at this information. "So, you don't fancy her, then?"

He shook his head, taking another bite of his ice cream. "I don't. I'm not crazy about gals like her."

I did my best to remain calm and aloof, praying my face and complexion wouldn't betray my inner dialogue. "Well, what kind of 'gals' do you fancy?"

I fixed my gaze down on my ice cream in mock concentration as I fished out another spoonful. Even so, I could still feel him grinning at me.

"I like gals I can hold a conversation with. Ones who aren't afraid to share their thoughts and interests with me, and are receptive to those of my own. Not to mention chicks with (Y/H/C) hair: drive me wild."