Title: Triangles
Part Eight: Pre-date Jitters
Author: Kayson (Thank my mom for the name)
Disclaimer: What do you think? Would I be writing stories if I owned the Labyrinth? Okay, yes I would, better question. Would I be posting those stories if I owned the Labyrinth?
Summary: Prelude to Jareth and Sarah's first date Aboveground.
A/N: Okay, nice big thank you to my mom for the name change. Uh, as the summary says, before the nice couples' first date Aboveground. Angela, of course, helps with the clothes. I think it looks pretty snazzy, but of course I'm seeing this in my head so I could be wrong. Tell me what ya think. I promise I'll mention each and every one of my reviewers at the end of the story. Scout's honor. Now, on with the reading.
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True to her word, Angela cleaned up the library and made it look almost exactly as it had when he had taken her to it a year ago. Jareth had lead Sarah the same way but hadn't bothered with the whole 'close your eyes' thing. He wasn't feeling up to making it some big surprise.
Truth be told he wanted to go up to Angela and shake an explanation out of her.
" Oh Jareth it's wonderful!" Like Angela, Sarah had turned around and was squeezing the breath out of him.
" I take it you like it?" Unlike last time, Jareth had no warmth, no amusement coloring his voice.
" I love it." She had turned around, staring around her looking at the books that lined the shelves.
" I think it's time for our first date." Sarah had been bugging him about it since coming there two weeks ago. Turning back around, she looked twice as happy as she had when she'd seen the library.
" You mean it? Aboveground?" That had been Sarah's conditions. Every other date had to be Aboveground or else. Jareth hadn't asked, ' Or else what?'
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" It'll be fine." Angela was straightening the tie that she had to fix around Jareth's neck when she found him.
" Says who?" He grumbled, wanting to refuse to the suit but that had been another requirement, dress normal.
" Says me. You'll have a beautiful girl on your arm, who happens to listen when you speak and practically worship the ground you walk on, you're going to a fancy, romantic restaurant wearing a suit that looks like a... well it looks like a really expensive original." The closet started muttering thank you as if she was getting an award.
Jareth had come to her room wearing his usual attire of too-tight tights, poet's shirts and knee-high leather boots. Angela had fixed that instantly. Jareth looked down on the smiling form of the girl he barely recognized from a year ago.
He knew she wasn't as happy as she seemed but he couldn't figure it out for the life of him. Jareth looked away, seeing his clothes in a pile and his boots draped over them. Scowling he turned back to Angela to see her turning away, trying to find a pair of silver cuff links in the closet's accessories drawer.
" Here." She grabbed at his wrist to put the cuff links on the sleeves. Jareth didn't argue and let her finish by putting the black jacket on, and button up the bottom three buttons. " Perfect." She said, her smile shining in her words.
Jareth was dressed in black pants and a black jacket, a dark blue tie and a royal blue silk shirt. Silver and ebony buttons ranged up and down the jacket and pearly black buttons held the shirt closed. His shoes were shiny black loafers.
Looking up from his own personal inspection, he once more saw Angela coming at him. This time with hair gel and a brush and a ponytail holder.
" What- I never- but-" Angela forced him to sit on a bench as she slicked back his long, pale blonde hair into a ponytail.
" Trust me. Not a whole lot of guys have spiky hair like yours. It's better if I do this." She stated, Jareth stopped arguing as her hands massaged in the cool hair gel and pulled it back into a low ponytail.
" Wow." Sarah had stepped into the room, looking for Jareth, hoping Angela had seen him. Jareth was standing up, hair slicked back, clothes arranged perfectly.
" I'll take that as a compliment." Angela slapped his hand as he pulled down on the side of the jacket.
" Stop fidgeting. Sarah come get him before he wrecks the look." Jareth noticed the emptiness in Angela's eyes, hidden behind the smile. Sarah didn't pay attention as she latched onto Jareth's arm and started out the door.
The last thing Jareth saw before the doors closed was Angela fighting to keep a tear from falling.
Part Eight: Pre-date Jitters
Author: Kayson (Thank my mom for the name)
Disclaimer: What do you think? Would I be writing stories if I owned the Labyrinth? Okay, yes I would, better question. Would I be posting those stories if I owned the Labyrinth?
Summary: Prelude to Jareth and Sarah's first date Aboveground.
A/N: Okay, nice big thank you to my mom for the name change. Uh, as the summary says, before the nice couples' first date Aboveground. Angela, of course, helps with the clothes. I think it looks pretty snazzy, but of course I'm seeing this in my head so I could be wrong. Tell me what ya think. I promise I'll mention each and every one of my reviewers at the end of the story. Scout's honor. Now, on with the reading.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
True to her word, Angela cleaned up the library and made it look almost exactly as it had when he had taken her to it a year ago. Jareth had lead Sarah the same way but hadn't bothered with the whole 'close your eyes' thing. He wasn't feeling up to making it some big surprise.
Truth be told he wanted to go up to Angela and shake an explanation out of her.
" Oh Jareth it's wonderful!" Like Angela, Sarah had turned around and was squeezing the breath out of him.
" I take it you like it?" Unlike last time, Jareth had no warmth, no amusement coloring his voice.
" I love it." She had turned around, staring around her looking at the books that lined the shelves.
" I think it's time for our first date." Sarah had been bugging him about it since coming there two weeks ago. Turning back around, she looked twice as happy as she had when she'd seen the library.
" You mean it? Aboveground?" That had been Sarah's conditions. Every other date had to be Aboveground or else. Jareth hadn't asked, ' Or else what?'
~~~~~
" It'll be fine." Angela was straightening the tie that she had to fix around Jareth's neck when she found him.
" Says who?" He grumbled, wanting to refuse to the suit but that had been another requirement, dress normal.
" Says me. You'll have a beautiful girl on your arm, who happens to listen when you speak and practically worship the ground you walk on, you're going to a fancy, romantic restaurant wearing a suit that looks like a... well it looks like a really expensive original." The closet started muttering thank you as if she was getting an award.
Jareth had come to her room wearing his usual attire of too-tight tights, poet's shirts and knee-high leather boots. Angela had fixed that instantly. Jareth looked down on the smiling form of the girl he barely recognized from a year ago.
He knew she wasn't as happy as she seemed but he couldn't figure it out for the life of him. Jareth looked away, seeing his clothes in a pile and his boots draped over them. Scowling he turned back to Angela to see her turning away, trying to find a pair of silver cuff links in the closet's accessories drawer.
" Here." She grabbed at his wrist to put the cuff links on the sleeves. Jareth didn't argue and let her finish by putting the black jacket on, and button up the bottom three buttons. " Perfect." She said, her smile shining in her words.
Jareth was dressed in black pants and a black jacket, a dark blue tie and a royal blue silk shirt. Silver and ebony buttons ranged up and down the jacket and pearly black buttons held the shirt closed. His shoes were shiny black loafers.
Looking up from his own personal inspection, he once more saw Angela coming at him. This time with hair gel and a brush and a ponytail holder.
" What- I never- but-" Angela forced him to sit on a bench as she slicked back his long, pale blonde hair into a ponytail.
" Trust me. Not a whole lot of guys have spiky hair like yours. It's better if I do this." She stated, Jareth stopped arguing as her hands massaged in the cool hair gel and pulled it back into a low ponytail.
" Wow." Sarah had stepped into the room, looking for Jareth, hoping Angela had seen him. Jareth was standing up, hair slicked back, clothes arranged perfectly.
" I'll take that as a compliment." Angela slapped his hand as he pulled down on the side of the jacket.
" Stop fidgeting. Sarah come get him before he wrecks the look." Jareth noticed the emptiness in Angela's eyes, hidden behind the smile. Sarah didn't pay attention as she latched onto Jareth's arm and started out the door.
The last thing Jareth saw before the doors closed was Angela fighting to keep a tear from falling.