SARAH

I raced back to my dorm room and slammed the door shut behind me. My bag slid to the floor and I collapsed on the couch puffing wildly as Ricki came in to investigate.
"Sarah? What happened to you?"
"I really don't want to talk about it." I said, shaking my head. "But the conclusion…basically I lost my journal."
"Ouch. Doesn't that have, like, heaps of personal information in it?" Ricki said sitting down next to me as she nursed a cup of tea in her hands. My teeth clenched angrily.
"Yeah. It does."
"Maybe it'll turn up…"
I forced a smile and nodded for Ricki's sake. She seemed to buy it and stood up gently kicking my legs as she headed for the bedroom.
"I know it's only 3.30 but we've got a date with the club at 8.00. I'm going out so you won't have me here bugging you to get changed. If you start getting ready now there might be a slight chance that we won't be late."
I picked up a pillow and threw it at Ricki's head as she giggled childishly.
"Ha-ha Ricki," I said sarcastically. "I do not take ages to get ready!"
She shrugged and disappeared behind the bedroom door leaving me alone to my thoughts. My head fell back and everything came crashing down in an instant. Jareth had come aboveground. He'd actually found me! I cold shiver made its way down my spine and I jumped up, making sure the windows and door were all locked…not that it would do very much to stop him from coming in. If he wanted to. I began pacing across the room twirling my hands anxiously around each other. This was practically a nightmare come to life. The man who had kidnapped my brother, thrown me in the oubliette, set the cleaners on me and drugged me with a stupid peach had tracked me down after I thought he had been destroyed. I took a deep breath. On the other hand this was the man who had shaped himself according to my thoughts, who had turned the world upside down and brought my fairytales to life.

I imagined the feel of the white ball gown on my body. The soft fabric which swished with every step. I'd been terrified at first, everyone around me had been so old and there was something not quite right about all the pillows and laughter. I'd wondered if everyone around me had been drugged too… then I saw him. His gaze held so much power. He pulled me into him and his strong arms held me up as we danced spinning in circles which made me incredibly dizzy. His smile made something erupt in me which I'd never felt before. A curious desire to be closer to this incredible, handsome man…

Yes. I had run away. But I had been fifteen. Too young to really understand what I had been feeling. It scared me. Now I was older and wiser…and the feelings still scared me. But for different reasons.

Then I hadn't understood them. Now I knew exactly what they meant. But I couldn't feel anything for Jareth! He was a…well he was a…
"Bastard!"
I snapped from my reverie.
"What's wrong Ricky?"
"I just got a call from Michael. He's not coming tonight. He blew us off to hang with that girl. Bec."
"Don't worry about him. We'll make our own way to the club…then I'll find you the hottest guy in the room and have you making out with him in no time." I winked. "You'll forget all about Michael." Ricki laughed.
"Sure, Sarah." She rolled her eyes. "I think you should worry more about finding yourself someone.
"I'm perfectly fine by myself." Jareth's face clouded my vision and I quickly blinked it away. "I'm just going to watch a movie for a while. Don't worry I'll be ready when you get back."

JARETH

I glanced at the large clock in the campus square. 8.05. I leant against a large tree and frowned staring at the door directly ahead of me. The book said 8.00…where was my Sarah. There was a crash and the door burst open.
"I knew you would make us late!" Sarah's blonde friend yelled in a high pitched voice and turned around with her hands on her hips. She frowned as Sarah walked sheepishly from the building.
"Sorry Ricki. I fell asleep…guess the notebook just doesn't cut it for me."
The blonde threw up her hands and continued walking murmuring angry threats under her breath as her red dress swayed in the night breeze. Sarah smiled at her friend and followed. Her hair was pulled into a bun and draped around her neck was a thin silver chain. Her black halter top clung to her deliciously and her skin tight jeans emphasized every sway of her hips. I watched her, for just a moment, licking my lips as I imagined what she would taste like. My princess... soon.