Hi everyone! It's been a while since I've posted a story but here it is. Hope you enjoy it! Note: I do not own any of these characters except the ones I make up.

"'Thesis could use some work?' What?! My thesis was flawless! I ought to bog Mrs. Fincher!"

"So now what are you getting in her class?" Sarah asked as she sipped a cup of tea and looked up from her computer screen to the royal teen.

"A low C." Jareth crossed his arms. "I think Mrs. Fincher grades too hard."

"Or maybe you should just admit that you're not that good in English."

Jareth rolled his eyes. "Pff, as if!" he huffed before going to his room.

Sarah took another sip of her tea and shook her head. Everyday he was becoming more and more like a typical teen. Time was running out both for her and for Jareth. Sarah sat back. Now how on earth did I get into this?

Chapter 1- The First Day

"Alright see you guys later!" Sarah smiled as she waved back to two of her friends. She was already a month into her sophomore year of college and so far it was all going well. Her professors were good, she made a few new friends, and she was doing well in her classes so far. Today Sarah got a writing assignment due in three weeks but she was excited to get started. Sarah was an excellent writer and decided to go into journalism after Karen, who she had formed a better relationship with, suggested it.

Sarah practically skipped as she made her way to her car, tossing up her keys here and there on the way. Before long she reached the parking lot and quickly got in her car. After all, her show was on tonight.

Sarah put the keys in the ignition and started the car, the radio instantly coming on.

"I hate this song. Mind if I change it?" said a male voice from the passenger seat.

Sarah paused. She could hear her heart thumping as her brain registered that she was not alone. Could it be that creep that was mentioned in the news taking his next victim? Sarah turned to face her unexpected passenger before screaming.

Her scream caused her passenger to scream too despite himself. While inside the car was filled with terrified and surprised screams, outside the car all was quiet as students passed by.

"Who are you, what do you want?!" Sarah half screamed as she pulled the key from the ignition and pointed it at the stranger, using it was a tiny weapon.

"Oh, okay, I'm sorry! Now, calm down Sarah-"

"How do you know my name?!"

"Well you did run my labyrinth." the stranger said innocently. "Do you not recognize me?"

Sarah took a good look at this stranger for the first time. He had to be about 16 or 17 with unruly, short blond hair. He wore a brown vest over a white poet's shirt that was a bit long on the sleeves. His wide mismatched eyes reminded Sarah of only one person...

"Jareth?" She whispered in disbelief. "What- why- how-?"

"It's a long story", Jareth sighed, "Just please help me?"

Sarah nodded her head, still very confused. How did he get like this? Her curiosity drove her to her decision to help the poor Goblin King. "Um, ye, ye, yeah, sure, but um..." She tilted her head slightly to the left.

"What is it?" Jareth asked starting to feel uncomfortable under her fixed stare.

Sarah put her index finger to her left cheek. "What…?"

Jareth's eyes widened about five times its size as he pulled down the sun visor and looked into the tiny mirror. "Oh gods, this can't be happening again!" he cried as his hand hovered over a big pimple that was unmissable on his otherwise clear face. "Dotty." he whispered angrily to himself before lightly touching the blemish, causing him to give a small "ouch!"

Sarah smiled, holding back a laugh. "Miss being a teenager?"

Jareth kept looking at his cheek in the mirror. "Maybe somewhat but I definitely do not miss being called Dotty."

Sarah couldn't keep it in this time. "Wait, being called what?" she laughed.

Jareth closed the sun visor and put his hand over his cheek. "Just start the car." Sarah did so as she kept chuckling and Jareth stared annoyed out the passenger window.