Chapter 4: Something to think about
What to do, what to do, what to do. Nothing really seemed to be working out for Sarah's plan. All she wanted was a little attention, affection, and maybe a little charity.
Sarah stopped in her tracks, shook her head, and then continued walking. Perhaps she had actually gotten more than she had bargained for. The attention of the Goblin King was turning out to be more than she could handle. Mistakenly thinking that he was forever out of her life, she had made up a horrible lie in order to get her parents to really look at her again and didn't even think about her former rival. Now, her parents may never see her again, for once she was found out, she would be thrown into an oubliette and forgotten forever. That was not what she wanted.
Sarah sighed as she plopped against the wall and closed her eyes. What was she thinking? She should have never done this in the first place and now her lies were catching up with her. Somehow, she had to figure out a way to get out of this. After all, wasn't she the unbeatable mortal Sarah Williams? Hell yeah! And was she going to let some arrogant King stand in her way? Hell no! Was she going to beat this Goblin King again and rub it in his face? Snapping open her eyes, Sarah jumped up into the air, thrusting her fist up and screaming, "Hell yeah!"
She immediately lowered herself when she noticed a goblin guard staring at her. Sarah offered a weak grin, but the goblin only shook his head and moved on. After he was out of sight, Sarah shook her head and ran a hand over her face. Man, that was embarrassing. At least it wasn't Jareth…
"Hello, Sarah."
Sarah nearly jumped out of her skin. "Um, uh, hi."
Jareth grinned at her knowingly. "Excited, aren't we?"
"How can you tell?" she wondered meekly.
"Why, the little pee stain on your pants."
Sarah reared her head down and stared at her crotch. "What? Where? I didn't do anything!" Then realization grabbed her by the hair, and she slowly raised her head and glared deathly at Jareth.
He smirked devilishly. "Made ya look."
"I'm gonna kill you! You numbskulling, arrogant, lying, brickish, brute!"
"I think you just made up two new words. Too bad they're far too childish to get you anywhere. Webster would never accept them. Perhaps you want to try again?"
Sarah, for her response, only glared at him.
Jareth was unfazed, and he only shrugged. "I'll take that as an, 'I'm too stupid to actually think of a word that Webster would want.' Really, Sarah, I expected more from you."
"I think you expect too little," mumbled Sarah under her breath.
"What was that?"
Sarah smiled. "Oh, nothing, nothing."
Then she moved onwards, skipping gaily like a little child down the corridor with Jareth trailing behind her, wondering what it was he saw in her.
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The next morning was far too ordinary. Bad feelings always came from ordinary days with the Goblin King. He was being nice, like a normal host should be in a normal house in a normal mortal body in a normal earthly world. Sadly, the Labyrinth was none of the above. Which could only mean one thing: Jareth was up to something. This Sarah could not stand for.
Rising from her seat at the breakfast table, Sarah marched straight over to the other end, stared at Jareth, placed her hands on her hips, and declared, "What the hell do you think you're doing?"
The fork that was carrying pancakes to Jareth's mouth halted. With his hand in mid-air and his face toward the fork, his eyes shifted to look at Sarah. After looking at her for quite some time and seeing the serious look on her face, he slowly looked back at his fork. Leisurely eating the scrumptious bite, he took his time in answering Sarah's very specific question.
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean."
Sarah was taken aghast. "You are not being mean!"
Jareth looked at her eye brows raised. "Hmm?"
"No, you're not!"
"Excuse me?"
"Stop being nice!"
Boggled, Jareth tried again. "You are an insolent female Rancor."
However, Sarah only tilted her head to the side like an enthralled puppy. "Huh?"
Jareth sighed. Her impertinence and stupidity were exhausting. "I'm so confused."
Sarah bent over his head and patted it. "That'll do Donkey. That'll do."
Then she sauntered away.
Now, Jareth definitely knew that Sarah was seriously ill and that she had to go see that doctor as soon as possible. And that, he now knew, could only be accomplished by trickery and cunning and handsomely good looks. Luckily, he held all three at the tip of his fingers.
A/N: Well, I thought this chapter was funny. : ) If you didn't, ah well. I was laughing my butt off and I guess we don't share the same sense of humor. Okay then. I know it was a long wait, but I just have not felt like writing. Suddenly, I got the urge to, and well, obviously you know the rest. So I hope you likey-ed and leave a review! Merci Beaucoup!
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