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Mary Jo and the plot.
"What are you doing here?" gasped Sarah. "And where is Hoggle? I called for him, not for you." Sarah started to get angry.
"Oh, don't get so hostile, my sweet," smiled Jareth. "After all, I came here to see you." Even though he did not say it, Jareth thought about how much he had risked in coming to her house. He tried not to think of his father's harsh words, but could not help it. All he could hope for was that Sarah say yes to him.
"Please don't call me your sweet," whispered Sarah. She took her eyes away from his, though it was very difficult to do. How she melted every time she looked into his face. She hated herself for it, yet loved him for it. "I am not your sweet and you know it."
"Do I?" Jareth asked. When Sarah looked into his face again, she saw that his eyes were pleading with her to accept him. They were no longer cold and harsh. They were no longer critical or skeptical. They were loving and needing and wanting,
"Jareth, I-," began Sarah. But Jareth put a finger to his lips. He slipped his hand around her waist and pulled her close to him. Sarah wanted to pull herself from him, but found that she couldn't bring herself to do it. She looked longingly into his eyes, not noticing that her arms had wrapped themselves around Jareth's neck. Their lips came extremely close. They were an inch away from each other when there was a knock at the door. Sarah looked disappointedly at her bedroom door. She could tell that Jareth felt the same way she did by the heavy sigh that escaped from his lips.
"Who is it?" Sarah called. She knew who it was. She rolled her eyes at how stupid the question was.
"It's me, Mary Jo," replied the woman outside her door. "I just wanted to tell you that I am going out now. I am going to the mall. I shall be back around supper time, alright?"
"Yes that's fine," answered Sarah. She folded her arms and looked downward at the floor. She couldn't believe that she almost kissed the man that she had loathed for thirteen whole hours. Normally, she would have grown mad at the thought of how he kept her brother in his castle and almost kept him. But now, for some strange reason, she just couldn't bring herself to be angry with him. She was relieved when she heard her friends footsteps go down the stairs and out the front door.
"Perhaps I should go," whispered Jareth.
"Yeah, I suppose that would be for the best," said Sarah. She tried to smile, but it was a weak one. She really did not want him to go, but she thought that perhaps it would be best for the time being.
"Don't worry about your decision," sighed Jareth as he walked to her window. "It is clear that I am not wanted and that I would do good just to leave your life forever."
"Wait!" cried Sarah. But she was too late. Jareth had turned into an owl and flew from her window. She leaned out as far as she could and tried to call him back to her. But he never once looked back.
Feeling miserable about what she had done, Sarah turned to go back to her bed. But then, she stopped in her tracks. There, in front of her bed, was a man she had never seen before.
"Hello," he said. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Herman."
"What are you doing here?" gasped Sarah. "And where is Hoggle? I called for him, not for you." Sarah started to get angry.
"Oh, don't get so hostile, my sweet," smiled Jareth. "After all, I came here to see you." Even though he did not say it, Jareth thought about how much he had risked in coming to her house. He tried not to think of his father's harsh words, but could not help it. All he could hope for was that Sarah say yes to him.
"Please don't call me your sweet," whispered Sarah. She took her eyes away from his, though it was very difficult to do. How she melted every time she looked into his face. She hated herself for it, yet loved him for it. "I am not your sweet and you know it."
"Do I?" Jareth asked. When Sarah looked into his face again, she saw that his eyes were pleading with her to accept him. They were no longer cold and harsh. They were no longer critical or skeptical. They were loving and needing and wanting,
"Jareth, I-," began Sarah. But Jareth put a finger to his lips. He slipped his hand around her waist and pulled her close to him. Sarah wanted to pull herself from him, but found that she couldn't bring herself to do it. She looked longingly into his eyes, not noticing that her arms had wrapped themselves around Jareth's neck. Their lips came extremely close. They were an inch away from each other when there was a knock at the door. Sarah looked disappointedly at her bedroom door. She could tell that Jareth felt the same way she did by the heavy sigh that escaped from his lips.
"Who is it?" Sarah called. She knew who it was. She rolled her eyes at how stupid the question was.
"It's me, Mary Jo," replied the woman outside her door. "I just wanted to tell you that I am going out now. I am going to the mall. I shall be back around supper time, alright?"
"Yes that's fine," answered Sarah. She folded her arms and looked downward at the floor. She couldn't believe that she almost kissed the man that she had loathed for thirteen whole hours. Normally, she would have grown mad at the thought of how he kept her brother in his castle and almost kept him. But now, for some strange reason, she just couldn't bring herself to be angry with him. She was relieved when she heard her friends footsteps go down the stairs and out the front door.
"Perhaps I should go," whispered Jareth.
"Yeah, I suppose that would be for the best," said Sarah. She tried to smile, but it was a weak one. She really did not want him to go, but she thought that perhaps it would be best for the time being.
"Don't worry about your decision," sighed Jareth as he walked to her window. "It is clear that I am not wanted and that I would do good just to leave your life forever."
"Wait!" cried Sarah. But she was too late. Jareth had turned into an owl and flew from her window. She leaned out as far as she could and tried to call him back to her. But he never once looked back.
Feeling miserable about what she had done, Sarah turned to go back to her bed. But then, she stopped in her tracks. There, in front of her bed, was a man she had never seen before.
"Hello," he said. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Herman."
