AN: Muhahaha... After FOREVER and a day, here's chapter eleven. Thank you SO much to everyone
who reviewed. I broke 200 reviews with only ten chapters, how freaking cool is that? I know
this one is kinda short but I'm going out of town for about a week and hated to leave ya'll
hanging since everyone has been so cool about me being a lazy butt and waiting over a month
between updates. So leave me some reviews to read for when I get home. Luv ya'll! ;)
Eh... I don't own Jareth, Sarah, or the voices in their heads. The voices in my head are all
mine though... LOL
*waves to everyone* BYE!
*********************** Lights, Camera, Action! Chapter Eleven *********************
I, Sarah Williams, am a weak woman. But then, since my name is Sarah Elliott does that make me
not weak? Or am I doubly weak because I'm two people? But then I'm not really two people...
I just have two names.
Dammit! Why does everything in my life have to be confusing? Now what was I saying again? Oh
yeah, a simple declarative sentence.
I am a weak woman.
Weak and stupid, stupid, stupid!
The movie's done. It was among one of the most painfully aware two months of my life. You
know how people have near death experiences and then can spend hours talking about how
everything's sharper and clearer, how they pay attention to details, blah, blah, blah?
Well Jareth was my near death experience.
Its like every time I'm near him my mind and body go into overdrive. So of course making an
entire freaking movie with him involved no stress at all. 'Welcome to Sarcasm R' Us...
There's a special today on smart asses, aisle three.'
It was, just weird. It still is. I mean its JARETH! Creepy super villain man of my dreams
Goblin King. And I'm wigged out because I shouldn't be noticing certain things about him...
Like how the blue in his one eye is exactly three shades lighter than the green in the other.
And how he wipes his mouth with a napkin every time he takes a sip of coffee. And that he
carries handkerchiefs instead of tissues. And has a watch on a chain. And that when he smiles
there's the smallest gap between two teeth...
We agreed, right, arch nemesis forever. We did everything but shake pinkies on it. Of course
I don't really think Jareth's much of the pinky swear type of guy but it gets me through my
days.
But he just gets to me. He's not even trying to destroy my life anymore, isn't that sweet?
He's just there. Always watching me with that damn smirk. Always ready to talk. Always
THERE. Always, in some shape of form, in my life.
Hell, maybe fate, destiny and chance aren't bullies. Maybe they just have some sick twisted
sense of humor cause really, how bizarre would it be if I did love Jareth? If we were meant to
be together? If, if he is the man of my dreams?
I hate my life.
So, back to me being weak. The movie is done, edited, hyped and ready, and guess who Sarah
Williams, Elliott, whatever, is going to the premiere with? Yeah, enter my stupidity.
I'm going with Jareth, Jared, whatever the hell he calls himself up here. I'm going on a date
with the Goblin King. I just can't wrap my pitiful little mind around that concept. And get
this, he ASKED! What the hell is he thinking? We can't go on a date!
What the hell am I thinking? I said yes!
But the most important question is...
What the hell do I wear on my first date with the Goblin King?
*********************************************************************************
I decide strapless would be best. And sleeveless. And backless. Actually, there isn't a
whole lot of dress period but what is there covers all the strategic places and is a lovely
red that makes me look older, more mature.
I'm pathetic, aren't I? I just keep getting this mental image of me the last time I got to
dress pretty in front of Jareth, for Jareth. Me in that Cinderella ball gown with those huge
sleeves, all poofy and white and covered with glitter. Gah! I was a child! I mean yeah, I
dressed pretty for the whole movie but that was different.
That was make believe and what Jareth and I have, no matter how based on illusion it is, is to
some certain extent, real. Or so I've deluded myself into thinking.
So, instead of going for the 'princess' look I've gone more for the well, how to delicately put
this, sex kitten.
Yes, I definitely am going for sex kitten. Meow.
The doorbell to my apartment rings and I steel myself to answer it. Princess, the poodle not
my younger self, yaps at my heels and I scold her before grabbing my purse and opening the
door.
I except a chauffeur or bodyguard or something, someone, a lackey of some sort. I'm not
expecting to find Jared King, rising movie star, ahem, Jareth the Goblin King standing there
with a dozen red roses in his hands and a shy smile on his face looking incredibly edible in a
black suite with a dark red silk shirt on under his sleek, well fitted jacket.
Crap, we match. We freaking match. Mr. and Mrs. Goblin King. How adorable.
"We match!"
I raise my dark brows heavenward and sigh. Men. "Thank you Captain Obvious. I hadn't
noticed..."
Jareth blushes and I stare in morbid fascination. Jareth doesn't blush. He just can't. I
mean, this is the man who wears tights that leave nothing, absolutely nothing, to the
imagination. Nothing. But he's still standing here, red as a tomato, the devil incarnate.
What does that say about me?
Maybe that I've grown up more than I've thought.
Suddenly feeling very powerful and yes, sexy, I extend an arm. "Ready to go?" I all but purr.
His eyes widen before he recovers. His gaze rakes over my outfit, slowly, and sheer
stubbornness alone ensures that its not me blushing. A pleased smirk spreads across his lips
and I shiver a bit.
Stupid hormones.
"I'm always ready..." Jareth whispers.
Stupid husky voice.
So I do the only thing I can think of. I take tuck the roses under one arm, and his warm,
gloved hands under the other. Cause duh... Goblin King and roses. Who can turn that down?
Who am I kidding?
I am so screwed.
who reviewed. I broke 200 reviews with only ten chapters, how freaking cool is that? I know
this one is kinda short but I'm going out of town for about a week and hated to leave ya'll
hanging since everyone has been so cool about me being a lazy butt and waiting over a month
between updates. So leave me some reviews to read for when I get home. Luv ya'll! ;)
Eh... I don't own Jareth, Sarah, or the voices in their heads. The voices in my head are all
mine though... LOL
*waves to everyone* BYE!
*********************** Lights, Camera, Action! Chapter Eleven *********************
I, Sarah Williams, am a weak woman. But then, since my name is Sarah Elliott does that make me
not weak? Or am I doubly weak because I'm two people? But then I'm not really two people...
I just have two names.
Dammit! Why does everything in my life have to be confusing? Now what was I saying again? Oh
yeah, a simple declarative sentence.
I am a weak woman.
Weak and stupid, stupid, stupid!
The movie's done. It was among one of the most painfully aware two months of my life. You
know how people have near death experiences and then can spend hours talking about how
everything's sharper and clearer, how they pay attention to details, blah, blah, blah?
Well Jareth was my near death experience.
Its like every time I'm near him my mind and body go into overdrive. So of course making an
entire freaking movie with him involved no stress at all. 'Welcome to Sarcasm R' Us...
There's a special today on smart asses, aisle three.'
It was, just weird. It still is. I mean its JARETH! Creepy super villain man of my dreams
Goblin King. And I'm wigged out because I shouldn't be noticing certain things about him...
Like how the blue in his one eye is exactly three shades lighter than the green in the other.
And how he wipes his mouth with a napkin every time he takes a sip of coffee. And that he
carries handkerchiefs instead of tissues. And has a watch on a chain. And that when he smiles
there's the smallest gap between two teeth...
We agreed, right, arch nemesis forever. We did everything but shake pinkies on it. Of course
I don't really think Jareth's much of the pinky swear type of guy but it gets me through my
days.
But he just gets to me. He's not even trying to destroy my life anymore, isn't that sweet?
He's just there. Always watching me with that damn smirk. Always ready to talk. Always
THERE. Always, in some shape of form, in my life.
Hell, maybe fate, destiny and chance aren't bullies. Maybe they just have some sick twisted
sense of humor cause really, how bizarre would it be if I did love Jareth? If we were meant to
be together? If, if he is the man of my dreams?
I hate my life.
So, back to me being weak. The movie is done, edited, hyped and ready, and guess who Sarah
Williams, Elliott, whatever, is going to the premiere with? Yeah, enter my stupidity.
I'm going with Jareth, Jared, whatever the hell he calls himself up here. I'm going on a date
with the Goblin King. I just can't wrap my pitiful little mind around that concept. And get
this, he ASKED! What the hell is he thinking? We can't go on a date!
What the hell am I thinking? I said yes!
But the most important question is...
What the hell do I wear on my first date with the Goblin King?
*********************************************************************************
I decide strapless would be best. And sleeveless. And backless. Actually, there isn't a
whole lot of dress period but what is there covers all the strategic places and is a lovely
red that makes me look older, more mature.
I'm pathetic, aren't I? I just keep getting this mental image of me the last time I got to
dress pretty in front of Jareth, for Jareth. Me in that Cinderella ball gown with those huge
sleeves, all poofy and white and covered with glitter. Gah! I was a child! I mean yeah, I
dressed pretty for the whole movie but that was different.
That was make believe and what Jareth and I have, no matter how based on illusion it is, is to
some certain extent, real. Or so I've deluded myself into thinking.
So, instead of going for the 'princess' look I've gone more for the well, how to delicately put
this, sex kitten.
Yes, I definitely am going for sex kitten. Meow.
The doorbell to my apartment rings and I steel myself to answer it. Princess, the poodle not
my younger self, yaps at my heels and I scold her before grabbing my purse and opening the
door.
I except a chauffeur or bodyguard or something, someone, a lackey of some sort. I'm not
expecting to find Jared King, rising movie star, ahem, Jareth the Goblin King standing there
with a dozen red roses in his hands and a shy smile on his face looking incredibly edible in a
black suite with a dark red silk shirt on under his sleek, well fitted jacket.
Crap, we match. We freaking match. Mr. and Mrs. Goblin King. How adorable.
"We match!"
I raise my dark brows heavenward and sigh. Men. "Thank you Captain Obvious. I hadn't
noticed..."
Jareth blushes and I stare in morbid fascination. Jareth doesn't blush. He just can't. I
mean, this is the man who wears tights that leave nothing, absolutely nothing, to the
imagination. Nothing. But he's still standing here, red as a tomato, the devil incarnate.
What does that say about me?
Maybe that I've grown up more than I've thought.
Suddenly feeling very powerful and yes, sexy, I extend an arm. "Ready to go?" I all but purr.
His eyes widen before he recovers. His gaze rakes over my outfit, slowly, and sheer
stubbornness alone ensures that its not me blushing. A pleased smirk spreads across his lips
and I shiver a bit.
Stupid hormones.
"I'm always ready..." Jareth whispers.
Stupid husky voice.
So I do the only thing I can think of. I take tuck the roses under one arm, and his warm,
gloved hands under the other. Cause duh... Goblin King and roses. Who can turn that down?
Who am I kidding?
I am so screwed.