Disclaimer: I own nothing but Mary Jo and the plot. A/N: I just want to thank all those who have reviewed so far and hope to see more reviews in the near future.
Mary Jo stared at her friend, concerned. It was Saturday, and she could tell that Sarah was very distracted, but she could not tell why. She expressed her concerns throughout the day, but Sarah kept insisting that she was all right. When dinner rolled around, Mary Jo couldn't stand it anymore.
"You're hiding something and I know it," she said. "I wish to know what it is."
"For the last time nothing is going on," said Sarah frustrated. She couldn't tell Mary Jo about what was going on in her life because then she would ask even more questions, and that was not what she wanted to deal with right now.
"Come on," begged Mary Jo. "You can tell me. I'm your friend. I thought we were always able to tell each other about things that were happening in our lives." She looked pleadingly at her friend.
"You're right," sighed Sarah. "I shouldn't have kept it from you." With that, Sarah set to telling her friend what had happened the previous evening.
"Wow," said Mary Jo once Sarah had finished. "Just curious, have you been hittin' the sauce a little earlier, or-," Sarah sighed and got up from the table.
"I can't believe you don't believe me," she said, her voice very sorrowful.
"I'm sorry," replied Mary Jo, following her to the sink in the kitchen. "I didn't mean to imply that you were lying, I just find it very hard to believe that this would really happen."
"It's okay," replied Sarah, her voice barely above a whisper. "I wouldn't expect you to understand. Just go to bed and I will see you in the morning."
"Sarah, please don't be angry with me," begged Mary Jo. "I would just be heartbroken if you were. If what you say is true, then Jareth will be coming any minute." She looked at her watch. "Midnight is only ten minutes away. Why don't I wait with you and talk to this man with you?"
"I doubt he would feel very comfortable talking with you in the same room," whispered Sarah. "Just go up to bed and I will tell you all about our conversation in the morning." Sarah turned from the sink and hugged her friend. "I promise I won't leave anything out." With that, Mary Jo turned and walked upstairs. Sarah smiled.
"How long have you been there, Jareth?" she asked. She had seen the Goblin King in the tree outside the kitchen window, and he was now standing behind her.
"Since dessert," he replied. "I was wondering when you were going to be alone." He came up and placed a gloved hand on her shoulder. "I have still yet to learn your answer, my love."