A/N Own Nothing. I managed to get one chapter up before I gotta go away. I hope you all survive a day or two without my story :P
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I looked around through the haze. I was in the Labyrinth once again. Jareth asked me to wait for him to go into the castle. I considered that as I walked around, admiring the view. It was really starting to annoy me that I could not see clearly. I call for Didymus and he appeared in a few minutes with a big orange furry beast. I almost screamed but I caught myself. Didymus was actually speaking to this creature.
"My Lady, I would like you to meet my brother Ludo."
I shook hands with the beast. After I got over the shock he looked like he might be a nice creature. I strained my eyes to see in detail. I think he was smiling at me.
"Felicia friend." Ludo said as he looked at me. I just nodded and started following Didymus again.
"Didymus, can I make Jareth come to me the same way I call you and Hoggle?" I figured if that was the case then it would be really easy for me to get to the castle. He could probably wave a magic wand and poof, we would be there. I almost giggled thinking of Jareth in a Harry Potter costume, with glitter of course.
"I do not know, my lady. It never hurts to give it a try."
I decided not to. At least not yet; I would wait until I wasn't angry with him anymore. I knew I would forgive him. I cared way too much about him not to forgive him, but I was going to make sure he felt guilty and made it up to me. We were coming up to a junk yard when I heard an alarm going off. It sounded more distant than usual.
"I don't know when I will be back, but thanks for helping me." I got up and ran into my bedroom to shut my alarm off. Jareth was awake, mostly. He looked like death. I felt really bad for him and almost gave in and started playing nice. Instead I tried my best to ignore him. I got myself and kids dressed and showered and ready to go.
Before I left I popped back in the bedroom to check on Jareth one last time. "When you leave, lock the door. There is food and stuff in the refrigerator. Help yourself to whatever you need." I dropped Jason off with Alice and Carla at school. I just prayed that my work day would go by fast.
My day actually did go quite quickly. Valerie wanted every last detail of the night before. Apparently Mark saw the whole thing and told Valerie about it. I was surprised to hear that they kept it to themselves though. I thought that the whole place would know about it. I gave Valerie a short version and she kept going back and forth between loving Jareth and wanting to kick his ass. She wasn't being very helpful.
I was in for a big shock when I got home. I had Carla and Jason and was listening to them talk about their day when I opened the door and was almost positive that I had walked into the wrong apartment.
Carla asked the obvious question, "Where did all this stuff come from?"
I didn't answer. My apartment was filled with brand new furniture. My kitchen was filled with new appliances. My living room was done in browns and light oranges. It was strange to look at but over the next couple of minutes I really began to like it. My bedroom was all in dark greens. I couldn't believe that Jareth had done this. He even had the walls painted to match. How did he find the time? Did this mean I had to forgive him?
Carla and Jason had fun playing around with the new furniture there. They were pretending that they were in a jungle or something and my bed was the tree house. I sat down on my new dark brown comfy couch and debated calling Jareth. My mind was going around in circles. That had been happening a lot lately. I quickly dialed his number and decided that whatever my mind settled on when he answered the phone would be what I would go with.
The phone rang three times and I chickened out. I didn't leave a message and I didn't try him again. I figured that he wouldn't answer his phone anyway. He was a text messager, not a talker. I continued to sit there admiring the decorative paintings and sculptures on the wall. My nerves were almost settled when my phone rang. I answered it without thinking or looking at the caller ID.
"Hello."
"Hello Felicia." I almost didn't recognize the voice. It was so raspy and low.
"Jareth? You sound terrible. Are you taking the stuff I left you? Don't make me come over there and force it down your throat because I will be really mad then." Jareth didn't answer me so I just continued, "I love the new stuff by the way. Thank you, but I don't really know if I can accept all of this. It is way too much. How did you manage to do all this today?" I could hear Jareth sneezing, so I knew he was there but he still didn't respond. "Say something dammit."
I heard him make another noise. Was that a laugh? I couldn't really tell but he did finally answer me, "Yes, I am taking the horrible liquid you left. Your welcome; keep all the furniture. I couldn't bear possibly coming back to that apartment and having to sleep in that horrible bed again."
"Hey, I liked that bed!" I started to rant at him but he interrupted at me.
"I'm going back to sleep now. You can yell at me tomorrow. Please bring some more of the green liquid to work." With that, he hung up. This left me once again feeling unsure of whether or not I should be mad.
I played tag with Carla and Jason for the rest of the night. I was hoping to tire them out as soon as possible so that they would get to bed on time. My trick worked like a charm and all three of us were out early. The kids slept on the new couch and I snuggle into the new bed. I had to admit that it was so much more comfortable than the IKEA bed.
I started to go back into my labyrinth dream but felt stuck. I was halfway in the darkness and halfway in the labyrinth. I felt someone take my hand and start guiding me. Soon the ground was passing by me so fast and I thought that I was flying. My dream did not last very long this time before I woke up. I pulled the covers back over my head and tried to be stubborn but got up when I heard Carla and Jason making a mess in the kitchen.
