CH. 2
Mystcgrl99
A/N: I really hadn't intended for another chapter, but when it was asked for the idea just seemed to pop into my head. Enjoy: )
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Oh shit. I look up from my book when I hear the noise. Apparently Jareth's back, and not pleased. A moment later, the aforementioned king makes a grand entrance into the library. He spots me a little too quickly for comfort.
"Jordan, do you have any idea of what spending three hours in the north pole does to a man who just happened to be wearing tights?"
I smile at him. This really is just too good. Though I had better get back home before he takes a bath.
"Jareth, love, so sorry about that, but as you had decided to make yourself my new belt, I really had no other choice. Now, as much as I love availing myself with the use of your library, could you kindly send me home now?"
"Anxious are we? No, I don't think I'll send you home just yet." As he talked, Jareth stalked over to me until he wasn't even a foot away. "I believe we have unfinished business."
"Nope. You got revenge for the whole hair thing, so what more is there to- oh. Well, you know, I really do need to get home to study, and as magic isn't quite what's going to be on the test tomorrow, I'll just be going now."
With that I sped from the room, pulling a chair in front of Jareth as he chased me. I hear a muffled curse as Jareth crashed into a nearby bookshelf. Laughing insanely, I race down the hall, looking for a way to escape Jareth, in case he decides to take a bath before finding me. While in the library I had found a book on Jareth's castle. There's a room around here somewhere that's made to transport people wherever they want to go, so if I can find it I'm home free. I open a door to the right of me, and am instantly in love. Apparently Jareth has more secrets than I thought. Stepping fully into the room, I start dancing to the music that had started as soon as I opened the door. Devil's Dance Floor, by Flogging Molly. Never knew Jareth liked them, though I'm a die-hard fan, ever since my friend Joe told me about them. Irish rock is so cool. Suddenly a crack appears in the ceiling, and the next moment Jareth tumbles onto the floor. Squealing, I run from the room. Too bad Jareth had to show when he did, the room had just started playing Black Friday Rule.
I made the mistake of glancing behind me, because the next moment Jareth has appeared in front of me, and I crash into him. As I land on top of him, Jareth grabs my arms to keep me from moving. Giving me a decidingly evil grin Jareth says, "I have you now."
Thinking quickly, I look up and gasp. "Sarah! What are you doing here!"
Releasing me Jareth stands up quickly, only to discover no one there as I race off in the opposite direction. Rounding a corner, I find myself in the best place possible. The castle armory. Sweet. I could have so much fun in this room. Hearing footsteps behind me, I grab a dagger and hide behind the nearest suite of armor. Coming into the room, Jareth looked around, confused.
"I could have sworn the blasted girl came this way. Uh-oh." Apparently he realized exactly where we were. Everyone knows I'm a sword freak. And the fact that I actually know how to use them makes people a bit wary. I love acting workshops. The teach some of the most interesting things. As Jareth occupies himself with looking behind the tapestry across the room, I slip out the way I came in. That transportation room has to be around here somewhere. Coming to a small flight of stairs leading downward, I soon find myself once again in the throne room. Back to where I started. Well, almost. I suppose I started above the bog, but I'd rather not think about that. Hey, what's that? Going closer to inspect something on the throne, I suddenly feel a pair of arms go around my waist, pulling me after them onto the throne. That reminds me.
"Jareth, have you ever thought about getting cushions for your throne?"
"Why would you need cushions, you have me to sit on."
"Go to hell. You know, my boyfriend's probably going to be very angry with you. He doesn't take it too well when other guys make me sit on their laps."
"Since when did you have a boyfriend?"
"Since I met you younger brother."
The shock of my statement made Jareth loosen his hold enough for me to break away from him and run. If my luck held, I would met up with the aforementioned brother, who though not necessarily boyfriend material, he would definitely help me get away from Jareth, and Sean was much easier to get away from than Sock- Boy. And I knew exactly how to get home from Sean's castle, though I had spent less time in it than Jareth's. Besides, Sean is much cuter, wears jeans, and looks suspiciously like Orlando Bloom. Ohhh, cut blonde-elf-dude. Drool Even has the dreamy accent.
Eeep! Goblins!
Trying to duck out of the way before the goblins see me, I end up tripping over my feet and landing in a heap. Noticing me, the goblins squeal with delight and grab me.
"It's Jordy!"
Dear Lord, where did they hear that nickname? Cale, you are so dead. It appears there is nothing I can do but follow along as the goblins pull me to my feet and drag me outside for a game of "tag". Unfortunately, they all decide it would be fun for me to run and all of them to chase. What did I do to deserve this? Well, other than tormenting Jareth as much as I can. Ever since the first time I visited the Underground the goblins have loved it when I visit. Maybe it was a mistake to play catch with them. Although using a Firey's head for the game was rather interesting. Except when it bit your hand.
In my newest attempt to escape the goblins I decide to jump on top of the nearest wall. Of course I immediately fall off the other side, due to a large bird hitting me. As the bird and I tumble to the ground, the bird turns into an extremely handsome, and slightly less annoying than Jareth, fae.
"Sean!"
"Jordan!"
"Well, now that we've established that we know each others names, could you be kind enough to get off me, I'm having trouble breathing."
Rolling off me and onto his feet, Sean extends a hand towards me to help me up.
"Sorry about crashing into you. I was just coming to complain to Jareth about the smell his bog puts off when I saw you. I'm afraid I couldn't resist temptation."
Sean, grinning like an idiot, has yet to let go of my hand. Not that I'm complaining. He really is rather sweet. Tugging on my hand, we start to walk around the side of the gardens not currently infested with goblins.
"So, what did you do this time? Every time I've seen you in the Underground it was because you'd done something to piss Jareth off."
"Oh, the usual. I put pink hair-dye in Jareth's shampoo. He suspended me over the bog for a little while. Then I wished him away to Santa Clause, though he's back now. I was in the process of being chased by him when the goblins dragged me outside for a game of tag. Oh, and if Jareth takes a bath while I'm still here, will you protect me?"
"Why would I need to?"
"Because I put blue hair dye in his body wash so he'll look like a smurf."
Chuckling, Sean puts his arm around my waist, pulling me closer.
"Of course I'll protect you. I'll carry you off to my castle, where Jareth will never find us."
"Um, actually, that would probably be the first place he looks. You could always take me to Greece though."
"Alright, that works."
"Hey, you know what we should do? We should find Jareth a girlfriend so he doesn't bug me all the time."
"Don't you normally initiate the "bugging"?"
"That's irrelevant. Besides, wouldn't you prefer Jareth focus his attentions on someone ether than me?"
"Good point. But where can we find someone who'd be willing to date a guy in tights? Other than a gay bar, that is."
Smiling, I say, "Don't worry, I have an idea."