I'm not quite sure how we got here.

I mean, I know how we got here literally. Jareth decided he was going to tag along with us (aka STALKER), and he jumped in the back of Logan's Jeep so he could join us on our way to the park. He made himself quite comfortable back there, refusing to wear a seatbelt and positioning himself like he was on his throne.

I half hoped that some loony would ram into the car so that I could laugh when Jareth got his butt thrown out of the window. And then that might teach him to wear a seatbelt and act like a bloody normal person!

When we got to the park, it was starting to move from drizzling to full-out rain Jareth and I stepped out on the same side of the car, and I watched him look down at his trench coat, which was quickly becoming a dark brown instead of tan. Crinkling his nose in disgust, he looked up at the sky and suddenly, the rain stopped.

I think I about fainted. Thank goodness Logan was on the other side of the car and didn't see this going on. I might've killed Jareth with my bare hands right there and then.

We walked along the pathway, heading towards the opposite side, where the petal boats were. Jareth made pleasant conversation about the weather, Valentine's Day and it's origins, and how much wood a wood chuck could chuck if a wood chuck could chuck wood. Logan tried to talk several times, but Jareth would usually cut him off or point out how he was wrong. I just tried to not hurt anyone or shout out expletives. I almost snapped when I felt Jareth's arm try to creep up around my shoulders. Instead, I simply stomped on his foot and sadistically relished his wounded expression. Stupid, arrogant jerk that he is, he quickly started chatting about how great my hair smelled today.

I shot him a deadly glare and he moved topics almost instantly. But not without a satisfied smirk.

When I felt fingers brush up against my wrist, I thought Jareth was trying to hold my hand. So, I grabbed his hand and dug my fingernails into his palm. He jerked away immediately, and when I looked up, smug, it wasn't Jareth. It was Logan.

My mouth dropped open in horror.

He looked hurt and confused, but seemed mollified after I took his hand back in mine and massaged it soothingly. We shared a split second of bliss until someone grabbed my other hand. Guess who?

"What a brilliant idea, Lucas," Jareth chirped cheerfully, holding on to my hand tighter when I tried to pull away. "We should all skip!"

"It's Logan," I growled. "His name is Logan!"

"Skip?" Logan asked, mortified by the idea.

"Yes, Lucius, that is a splendid idea! And since it was your idea, you can start us off," Jareth grinned, showing off his less-than-normal-looking teeth.

"It's Logan!" I half yelled.

"Umm, okay." Logan looked very uncomfortable as he clumsily started to skip, pulling me along with him, and thus, making me pull Jareth along.

I glared at the Goblin King as he shook with silent laughter, skipping along with us. And I have to say, I've never seen a more graceful skip than his. He probably practices.

We stopped skipping when we reached the pedal boats. "Wonderful job, Leviticus," Jareth mockingly praised him, still holding onto my hand. "I must say, you put our skipping skills to shame."

"It's LOGAN!" I corrected him again loudly. "Logan, Logan, Logan! It's not a hard name to memorize!"

Logan pulled out his wallet and pulled out a five dollar bill, giving it to the lady manning the boats. "I only have enough for one ride," he said, looking pointedly at Jareth, who beamed at him.

"How kind of you, Kevin! To let Sarah and I to go without you is a true mark of generosity."

"For goodness sakes, Kevin doesn't even start with an 'L'!" I huffed in annoyance as Jareth shepherded me over towards an awaiting swan-shaped pedal boat. "No way am I getting on that swan with you," I hissed at Jareth, trying to stay put as he gently, but firmly, pulled me along with him.

"Don't be silly, Sarah," Jareth said, smiling and pushing me down into the boat. Unfortunately, he was much stronger than I was.

As Jareth started pedalling us towards the middle of the lake, I guiltily looked back at Logan, who stood on the dock, dumbfounded.

"Thanks for mucking up my Valentine's Day, Goblin King," I pouted childishly, refusing to do any of the pedalling and also refusing to look at his legs as he pedalled. I knew that he was more than likely wearing something skin-tight and sexy, so there was no way in hell I was looking down.

"Don't we know each other well enough by now for you to call me Jareth, precious?" he purred seductively.

"Why are you here, anyways?" I asked, ignoring his proposition entirely. "Its been months since my eighteenth birthday. I was hoping you'd decided to leave me alone for forever."

Jareth suddenly stopped pedalling, leaving us in the middle of the lake. This wasn't good. "I couldn't leave you lonely forever, darling," he said casually, putting his hands behind his head and leaning back. "I thought you might need a man back in your life."

"If you haven't noticed, I do have a man, thank you very much. We are on a date today. A date which you are so ruining!"

"A man?" Jareth scoffed. "Don't confuse boys, like your Jebidiah back there, for men, like me."

"It's Logan!" I cried fiercely. "Logan! And for your information, he's more of a man then you'll ever be! You can't compare to him! You're the boy here, Goblin King, you are."

"I think the lady doth protest too much," Jareth mused, smirking smugly. "You barely even know this boy, Sarah."

"I know enough," I huffed, looking around and seeing the dock where Logan was in the distance. "For goodness sakes, can we head back already?"

"I thought we could use some quality time together, precious," he said smoothly. "But, of course, if you'd like to go back, you're more than welcome to take us back yourself."

"I will then, you jerk," I sniffed, starting to pedal and finding it more difficult than I thought. I could barely turn the wheels once before I felt exhausted.

I turned to glare at him. "You magicked this boat didn't you, you crazy loon? That's not fair!"

"You talk so much about fairness," he exhaled soundly, leaning forward so that he was an inch away from my face. "Do you still not know what your basis for comparison is?"

"Go jump in a lake," I snarled, pulling back before putting on an innocent, shocked face and looking around me. "Oh, look! There's a lake right here! How convenient for you."

"Only if you jump in with me," he purred.

"Oh, that's it!" I stood up quickly, the boat rocking slightly. "I'm tired of you bursting into my life whenever you feel like it! I'm tired of you ruining my date! I'm tired of your random sexual advances! Just leave me alone!"

"Well, perhaps I'm tired of waiting for you to grow up," Jareth said firmly as he stood up as well, his hands on his hips, and the boat rocked dangerously. "I'm tired of your silly ideas of who I am and what I want. I'm tired of you trying to deny your feelings for me."

"Feelings?" I scoffed. "The only feeling I have for you is-"

He was kissing me.

My eyes widened as Jareth's arm went around my waist, pulling my upper body to him, and his other hand went to the back of my neck. His lips moved gently over mine, his lips sweet and soft against my own.

It felt good.

It felt like a real kiss should, like one you really would receive on Valentine's Day. It felt like I was the most adored being in the world. It felt like I was beautiful. It felt like I was loved.

I liked it.

I reached up to put my arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to me. I sighed into the kiss, letting my body relax into his arms. I was leaning back, arching my spine in pleasure.

Then I realized that I was falling backwards out of the boat.

I was yanked away from Jareth by gravity and I screamed as I fell into the cold lake water. Jareth had tried to hold on to me, but he didn't realize what was going on until it was too late.

I spluttered and thrashed about in the water, trying to regain my balance. But the water blurred my eyesight and it was going up my nose, making it hard for me to breathe.

But then there was an arm around my shoulders, dragging me into a chest and then through the water. I held on to the arm for dear life as I blinked and took deep, water-free breaths.

I was carefully put down on the soil once we reached it and I rubbed my eyes quickly to see Jareth, sopping wet and looking gloriously concerned for my well-being. He opened his mouth to speak, but before he had a chance, Logan came rushing over.

"Sarah! Oh my God, are you okay?"

My cheeks flushed guiltily. For a couple of moments, I had forgotten all about Logan and our date. Heck, for a couple of moments, I forgot what day it was, my name, and how to think in full sentences.

"Yeah, I'm okay." I rubbed my arm awkwardly and looked down to see my bright red bra showing through my wet shirt. Great. "Thanks to Jareth."

I looked up to see Jareth looking pointedly away from my chest. "Thanks, Jareth," Logan said slowly and with a hostile edge to his tone. "For saving Sarah."

"Of course, Logan," Jareth inclined his head in recognition before smiling broadly at me. I hesitantly smiled back.

"If you'll excuse us for a moment," Logan bit out coldly and suddenly, grabbing my arm. Jareth nodded, one eyebrow arched in suspicion. But ducks were abruptly all around him, demanding attention. They must've sensed a fellow bird. I stifled a laugh.

Logan took me a couple of feet away, but I knew Jareth would be able to hear. I turned my back to him, not wanting to look at him as I spoke to Logan.

"Tell me what's going on, Sarah," Logan said in frustration. "I'm hurt, I'm confused, and I'm angry. Who is this guy? And what was that whole scene about?"

I yanked my arm away from him to cross my arms over my chest. "I had absolutely nothing to do with anything involving him," I growled fiercely. "If I could get rid of him, I would, trust me." Though now I was wondering if I really would. Jareth was starting to rub off on me.

"We could wish him away," Logan suggested, sounding quite serious. I refrained from turning around to look at Jareth's expression. I knew it would probably be infuriatingly amused.

I paused, raising an eyebrow suspiciously. "Who would take him?" I asked sarcastically.

Logan's voice dropped to a whisper. "The goblins would."

I froze, a sense of dread creeping over me. I was quickly starting to wonder exactly who Logan really was. "The goblins?" I asked, playing dumb.

He nodded. "They've taken someone else away for me before. Someone that was even more of a nuisance than your 'friend' back there."

All my feelings of previous affection for Logan felt like they flew out of a window. I watched them. I waved goodbye to them. Then I called them back and stomped on them. I could never feel affection for someone who wished away someone and didn't care if they got them back. Logan now disgusted me.

My jaw tightened and I said coolly, "That's silly, Logan. Everyone knows there's no such thing as goblins."

He jerked back like he has been slapped. His eyes narrowed and he exhaled angrily. "Well, fine. If that's how you feel," Logan straightened, his shoulders going back. I saw the intention in his eyes and suddenly, I knew I was doomed. "I wish the goblins would take you away. Right now."

I didn't have to turn around to see the ecstatic, smug smile on the Goblin King's face to know it was there.

Instead, I made my hand into a fist and punched Logan square on the nose.


Coming up: I guess you'll just have to wait and see... MUWHAHAHAHAHHAAAHAHAA!

Disclaimer: I own only Logan, who has turned out to be a major jerk. So he's pretty much useless.