Well, ask him questions, Nerva did. And by the time the new year had rolled around, I felt like she knew more about my boyfriend than even I did.

My friend spent weeks, months, even, peppering Betelgeuse with questions. Honestly, I think he liked all the attention. There were some questions he wouldn't answer, though. Like questions regarding his parents, family, or past life, to an extent.

Nerva ended up moving in with Rita, since the two hit it off and got along really well.

It was mid-January, and snowing outside, so everyone was pretty much cooped up in the house. It was evening, and Adam, Delia, Charles, Lydia, and Nerva were playing cards in the living room, Barbara and I were washing up dinner dishes in the kitchen, and Beej was doing God-knows-what.

"Hey, I got the rest of the dishes, go join your husband and everyone else," I told Barbara.

The blonde woman opened her mouth to protest, but thought better of it when I gave her my signature stubborn look. She sighed, smiling at me.

"Are you sure?"

I nodded.

"Well, alright. Just call me if you do need anything, and I'll come help," she told me before disappearing around the corner.

I began humming "When I Climb to the Top of Mount Rock" as I dried the dishes and put them away, a small smile on my lips. As I got lost in the song, I began to tune out all of the background noise around me. Because of this, I didn't notice someone sneak into the kitchen while my back was turned.

Just as I was bent over, putting some plates into a low cabinet, I felt something whip against my butt. I jolted up-right, startled and more than a little embarrassed. I quickly whirled around to discover the culprit. It was Beej, a smirk on his face and a dish towel swinging in his hand.

"Sorry, but it was such a nice view, babes, I couldn't resist," he told me, winking at my now flushed face. I then snapped my own towel, an evil grin spreading across my face.

If my grin was evil, his was downright sinister.

"So, you wanna play, do ya, Angel?" he asked me tauntingly.

"You're so dead, Bug Breath."

"Well, yes, that is a very astute observation, there, (Y/N)," he said sarcastically, his voice suddenly losing its gravelly quality and becoming prim and proper-sounding. "I am, in fact, quite dead."

My mouth twitched in mock-irritation. "Oh, that's it, Gremlin. You're really gonna get it, now!"

I lunged forward and made a half-hearted "warning" snap of my towel. Beej quickly retreated around the kitchen table, giggling like a little kid in a candy store. I chased him around and around the table and kitchen island, but he was always just out of reach. He would maneuver around me just in time and hit my backside with his towel, which only made me more determined.

When he had his back turned to me as I was chasing him around the island for the umpteenth time, I quickly stopped and crouched down behind it, waiting.

"Uh, (Y/N)? Where'd ya go?" he asked, cautiously making his way around the island to where I was crouching, awaiting my target.

As soon as he came around the corner, I popped him.

"Ha! Direct hit!" I shouted gleefully, jumping up and raising both of my fists high above my head.

The tips of Betelgeuse's hair turned to that familiar rosy color as he smirked. "So, you wanna play dirty, huh?"

I shrugged playfully. "Hey, whatever works."

His smirk grew into a devilish grin.

Uh oh.

He threw his towel down and grabbed my waist, hoisting me up before pinning me down on top of the island.

My heart rate sped up. "You wouldn't dare!"

He smirked at me as he leaned over me, his face mere inches away from my own.

"Oh, but I would."

He then buried his scruffy face in the crook of my neck and began growl a low, rumbling growl, which vibrated and tickled me.

"No! Stop! Please!" I gasped in between fits of laughter. I tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but to no avail.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally stopped, propping up and staring down at me, still pinning my arms above my head and smirking.

I, on the other hand, was just trying to catch my breath. My heart was racing and face was flushed. Beej's face had the faint traces of a blush, and he was also breathing heavily.

So of course Lydia walks in to see us like this.

Her eyes widened and a blush quickly came to her face.

"Child present! Child present! I just want my pigs in a blanket! I didn't ask for this corruption!!!" she screeched, darting over to the bun-wrapped sausages and snatching the entire container. She then turned and fled from the kitchen as fast as she could, leaving Beej and me to stare after her in stunned silence.

When we both came back to reality, I blushed crimson, while Betelgeuse just started laughing. I buried my face in my hands, my throat making a weird noise.

"Lydia? What are you yelling about?" I heard Adam ask confusedly.

Oh no.

"(Y/N) and Beej are making out on the kitchen counter."

Betelgeuse started laughing even harder.

"Oh my gosh," came Barbara's shocked reply. "Are... Are you sure?"

Before I could open my mouth to quickly assure them that it wasn't what they thought, Betelgeuse let out the most realistic, guttural moan I have ever heard in my life.

I. Was. Mortified.

He started moaning my name, and I was trying to get him to shut up.

"Beej!" I scolded, my voice cracking out of embarrassment.

He arched an eyebrow at me, trying not to crack up.

And that's when I realized how sexual my scolding had sounded.

"Um... why don't we all move into the library?" Charles suggested awkwardly, trying to make the best out of this wreck of a situation.

Once everyone had filed out of the living room and were out of earshot, Betelgeuse burst out laughing.

I, on the other hand, wanted to crawl under a rock and never come out again. Like, ever.

"Oh my gosh, babes, that was absolutely hilarious!" he managed in between his giggles.

"No, it wasn't! Now everyone thinks that we just defiled the kitchen island!" I snapped irritably, still embarrassed.

He chuckled. "I know. I'm still laughing over it."

He grabbed my chin and tilted my head up so my eyes met his. "Hey, on the bright side, we now have the living room to ourselves. So we can, you know, just chill and, oh I don't know, watch the movie I rented."

I arched an eyebrow at him, slowly losing my flustered, embarrassed feeling. "What movie did you rent?"

"Oh you know, just.... Frozen 2!" he told me, grinning from ear to ear.

I gasped, my face lighting up in excitement. "Are you serious??"

He laughed and nodded.

"Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes yes!" I cheered as I bounded into the living room and flopped onto the couch.

A few minutes later, I had the movie queued up on the tv, when Beej came in carrying a giant bowl of popcorn and my favorite knit blanket.

"Oh my gosh, you're the best," I told him, holding the popcorn bowl as he sat down next to me. He draped the soft blanket over the both of us, and I set the bowl in the middle. He chuckled.

"Well, I see someone's had a change of heart," he said, still chuckling.

"Um, well, you're not trying to convince the entire household that we 'made nachos' in the kitchen," I said, using air quotes for his signature saying. "So, yeah, I would definitely call this an improvement."

He rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around me, pulling me closer. "Well, I'm sorry for putting you through such trauma," he said sarcastically.

I stuck my tongue out at him before snuggling closer and popping a couple of pieces of popcorn into my mouth.

Just as we were getting into the movie, Lydia and Nerva cautiously made their way into the living room.

"So, did you two finish?" the teen asked drily.

I choked on my popcorn. Betelgeuse, however, just grinned and gave her a thumbs-up.

"You're disgusting," she told him, peeking into the kitchen hesitantly.

Nerva propped her elbows on the back of the couch behind me, smirking.

"Well, how was it?"

I blushed crimson and scrambled to defend myself.

"We didn't do anything! He was just making noises to make you think that!" I blurted.

Nerva just arched an eyebrow at me, still smirking. "Mhm. Sure."

I groaned and hid under the blanket, once again, mortified.

"Yeah, well, next time you decide to have your fun," Lydia said, nibbling on a pop tart, "would ya mind getting a room? This house has lots of far away, secret, sound proof rooms, you know."

Nerva started laughing. I groaned again, and Beej was trying his best not to lose it.

"Kay, Scarecrow, I'll keep that in mind, next time."

I'm pretty sure my soul left my body when he said that.

"GUYS, NOTHING HAPPENED!" I cried desperately.

"Geez, (Y/N), you're in denial, aren't you?" Lydia said.

"I do believe she is, Lydia," Nerva agreed.

"I hate you all."

Betelgeuse let out a chuckle.

"What happened to 'you're the best!'?" he asked me, grinning.

As I opened my mouth to give my sassy answer, Beej interrupted.

"Or what happened to 'oh, you're so sexy, Betelgeuse!'?"

"Wait when-"

"Or, 'I want you, Daddy!'?"

"What??? I-"

"Or, 'You're so big, Beej!'?"

"I NEVER-"

I was once again interrupted by Nerva'a and Betelgeuse's loud laughter.

I buried myself deep within the retreat that was my blanket and didn't come out until Brendon Urie was belting "Into the Unknown" during the credits of the movie.