You know, whenever people hear that I'm a twin the first thing they always say is, "Oh no way! I wish I was a twin!"

No. No you don't. Trust me on this one.

They're annoying.

They're rude.

They borrow your stuff without asking.

And they're ALWAYS. THERE.

This is the point where Marlie walked up behind me and started reading over my shoulder as I typed on the computer.

"Oh, what the- Like its easy living with you either! Now get off the computer, I want to check my email."

"No."

And they're bossy.

"Kaylin!"

"I'm typing. Go away."

She walked away and there were several seconds of blissful aloneness. Which, of course, is how I knew something was wrong. I immediately got off the computer and walked into my room. Marlie was sitting on my bed, facing away from me.

"Lee?" I asked warily.

She turned around with a smile of unholy glee on her face and my eyes widened.

In her hands were an open bottle of water and a small red book with gilt letters.

"OH MY GOD!"

She got up off the bed and walked carefully towards the door, keeping an eye on me.

"Move away from the door slowly, and nothing…untoward… happens to the book," she warned me.

"You wouldn't," I hissed. But I moved away from the door.

My demon sister edged past me and headed towards the computer room before tossing me the small volume and dashing for the computer. All I could do was clutch my favorite book and try not to hyperventilate. I finally managed to breathe. And I stomped towards Marlie with murder in my heart.

"OH MY GOD! Do you realize that The Labyrinth is OUT of PRINT? Do you know what that MEANS? No more copies! It took me years just to find this one!"

She raised an eyebrow at me.

"You're eighteen. You haven't even been alive long enough to say it took you years to do something. Besides, haven't you memorized that thing already?"

"No," I said defensively. I paused. "There's that one line I can never remember."

She burst out laughing. "Oh, Kaylin!" she giggled. "Isn't it dorky enough that you have that dumb Wolverine plushy? Now you're falling in love with a fictional…what was it? Troll prince?"

"Goblin. King," I snapped. "He's a Goblin King. But he's not a goblin. He's Gorgeousness. And leave Wolvy out of this."

"Gorgeousness," Marlie snorted. "How would do know? He's a fictional character in a book."

I pouted. "He's still Gorgeousness," I muttered as I walked back to my room, opening the book.

Marlie suddenly flounced past me and sat on my bed. I glared daggers at her as I sat down too, picking up my little Wolverine plushy to hug it. Marlie leaned over to read part the page I had opened the book to.

"Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the goblin city…" She looked up at me. "This is dumb."

"Is not," I glared, hugging Wolvy tighter.

She raised an eyebrow speculatively and grinned.

"Oh, you hate me a little bit right now, don't you?" She wiggled her eyebrows. "You wanna wish me away?"

"It's fiction, Lee. I know it's not real," I snapped.

"Come on! What are the words?"

"There aren't any."

"Yes there are!" Laughing, she snatched my plushy and danced away with him.

"This is it, Wolvy! You're going on an adventure to Troll-land!"

I rolled my eyes. This was stupid.

She looked the plushy straight in the eyes and mock-glared.

"I wish the goblins would come and take you away right now!"

Just as she said it all the lights went out. The house was silent.

"Marlie?" I asked finally.

"…Yup."

I waited. Finally I just had to ask.

"Um, you still have Wolvy, right?"

She snorted. "No, I don't. He's in Troll-land now, didn't you hear? I wished him away."

"Jerkface. Just give him back, okay?"

"Well," she sounded a little sheepish," I think I dropped him when the lights went out."

"Dammit! Where is he?"

"He's safe," a dark, masculine voice said smoothly.

I froze.

"Er, Lee? That was you, right? You were just using a guy voice to mess with me?"

I stepped towards the spot where I had last heard my sister. And immediately collided with a tall, hard object.

A male object.

"Hello, Kaylin," he smirked down at me, odd-colored eyes glinting with shadows and promises.

I caught my breath. It was him. It had to be. No real person could ever look like that. Even in my imaginations though I hadn't known he was so…wow. I half reached out, my fingers a whisper away from his velvet doublet. "You're-"

"Holy shit! No effing way you're the Goblin King!"

Nice, Lee. Real nice.

TBC

*Shakes head* Honestly it's almost a true story. Except for the Goblin King showing up all sexy and yummy-looking. And don't I wish that was true! Anyhoo, this story is dedicated to my twin, username: keepsecrets. You should go say hi to her!

…Except if it's a choice between that and reviewing. Cuz I think you should review. Seriously. Go do it. NOW. Because you feel sorry for me that Jareth didn't show up all smexy-ish. And honey if that doesn't make you feel sorry for me I don't know what will. ;P

Much luv,

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