Sarah's POV

On the whole, today was a good day. After leaving the store with the things they had bought and dropped the things off at her house, Jareth had bought her lunch at a small pizza place in the middle of town- Tony's or something. He seemed to be watching her the entire time, and it had made her self conscious. He had kept up most of the conversation. After the meal, he had gone off to buy some clothes-jeans(he had grumbled a bit) and t-shirts (grumble, grumble). She had sent him off to get a key made too. She had went to the play practice. It went, as usual. Maria had asked before practice had started if she had found someone to come with her.

"An old friend from before." Sarah answered simply before the director walked in and ordered everyone on stage.

Practice ran late-as usual. Sarah ran out quickly, catching the bus. The door was unlocked when she entered her apartment. "Jareth, don't leave the door unlocked- What did you do?"

He looked around what used to be her living room. "What do you mean?"

She turned angrily around at his voice. "Jareth, I bring my friends back here after a night out! I don't redecorate! And even if I did, I wouldn't make it look like the Goblin King's throne room! Why would I?"

He had simply shrugged. "Because it is a magnificent look?"

"Get it back to the way it was before! Now!"

He snapped his fingers and goblins were surrounding them. "Yes King and Lady Sarah?"

"Sarah does not like the room. Undo it. Now. Back to the way it was before." Jareth said.

Sarah fumed. He glanced over at her. "What time is dinner?"

"Six." She said. "I'm taking a shower. Try to do something with your hair." Thank god he hadn't worn make-up. How awful would that have been? Wait, there it was on his eyes…

"Okay, Okay." he nodded. "Consider it done."

She sighed and walked away, grabbed the clothes Jareth had bought for her, silently thanking him in her mind. She had needed something to wear tonight. And the out fit-it was well, perfect. For an Irish restaurant. She opened the door to her bathroom.

"JARETH!"

"Yes, Sarah?"

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BATHROOM?" She rounded on him. "AND WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY TUB?" She paused. "Since when did I have a tub?"

"I made it into a mini bog."

"How am I supposed to take a shower?" she cried.

He snapped his fingers and her shower was back. "I suppose I must torture my subjects at the real bog."

"Yes, you must." She glanced at the clock. Twenty minutes to six. "Crap-I can't take my shower. You get changed into your new out fit in here-I'm changing in my bed room."

He nodded. "Yes Sarah." He frowned. "Um, where are we eating?"

"It's this Irish restaurant near here. It's January Twentieth-their anniversary. Please, behave. It's important."

He nodded. "I promise. Now go get changed. you looked very nice in your out fit."

She blushed. "So did you."

She walked into her bedroom as he whispered at her back, "Then again, you look beautiful in anything." She locked her door and got changed as quickly as she could.

Jareth's POV

He shook his head as she rushed into her bedroom before changing into his clothes. He saw nothing wrong with a portable bog. He just pointed at his hair and face for a short hair cut and no makeup. He looked, in most respects, normal. Besides, there was nothing wrong with his eyes.

She came out of her room, her hair pulled half back with a clip. "You look beautiful, if I may say so."

"You may." She said, then glanced over at him. And she blushed. "You look rather nice too." She looked down. "Come on- we have to go." He loved her blush. She wrinkled her nose as they got out side. "I'd forgotten how cold it got out side."

He looked at her. "We've been walking outside all day. How could you forget?"

She shot him a look. "I'm human. Sue me."

He grinned. "Is that a useable prosecution?" She sighed, then shivered. He glanced at her. He didn't like her being cold. He wrinkled his own nose and pointed to the street. She glanced where he pointed. And she gasped. "Do you like it?"

"Jareth, it's a goldmustang." She said disbelievingly. She grinned. "I love it."

"Good." He said satisfied. "I'm driving. You sit and stay warm."

"Thanks." She said, staring at the car. "What Karen'll say, I don't know. But dad will love it."

When they got into the car, he looked at her. "Now, who am I supposed to be?"

She looked at him as if her were insane. "The Goblin King?" He rolled his eyes. "Oh, sorry. I told them I was bringing a friend."

He nodded. So none of that fun boyfriend stuff. "Okay."

The rest of the conversation went mostly with Sarah saying, "Turn here…And take a left here…see that sign?…the green one…yeah, turn here."

They got out of the car just as Karen and her Father drove in. Karen glanced at Sarah, then gawked at Jareth. He couldn't help but smile a little. Sarah dragged him over as they opened their own door. Karen was the first to say something. Her father was sizing him up. "Hello Sarah. And this is…?"

"Jareth Goblin, ma'am."

"Hello Jareth. And please call me Karen. This is my husband, Frank."

Frank grunted. "Why do you have blue in your hair?"

Jareth grunted back. "Thought it looked nice."

Karen giggled and Sarah sighed. "Let's go in."

Jareth walked besides Frank. "Are you and Sarah seeing each other?"

"It's not for me to say, sir. You should ask your daughter." Jareth said.

"Humph." Frank said. "What do you for a living Jareth?"

Jareth grinned. "I watch loud, misbehaving creatures who listen to every word I say. It's like ruling a kindom, kind of."

"Teacher, eh?" Frank assumed. "How'd you and Sarah meet, then?"

They were seated by then. Sarah glanced at Jareth as if to say, Make this good. "I went to the auditions to support one of my friends…he didn't get in, but Sarah and I started talking."

"How sweet." Karen gushed. "Have you two talked much, or did she just surprise with this?"

Jareth smiled back, "It wasn't too much of a surprise."

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