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anything but the plot and Christine.
A/N: I would just like to thank all those who have submitted reviews. I enjoyed reading your reviews and hope that all of you keep reading.
Sarah lay in her bed, trying to think of what she could possibly do to get Christine less and less curious about Jareth. He was, after all, the Goblin King who had stolen her baby brother from her several years earlier. What could she do? And it was steadily getting worse as the day wore on. For Sarah had seen Jareth talking excitedly with Christine in the hallways and around the grounds of the Labyrinth.
"What could they be talking about?" she wondered. "They couldn't possibly have anything in common. Jareth's annoying, pompous, and ignorant, while Christine is just the opposite of that. Oh, this is just so difficult to try and figure out." ~*~
"Interesting," said Jareth, who was writing something on a pad of paper. "I would never have thought of that."
"And be sure to offer her a rose as deep red as blood," added Christine. She had been offering him advice the whole day. She was happy that her Aunt Sarah had not figured anything out about her plans to help Jareth. Christine had not ever seen her aunt with a man. While Sarah had claimed that she had had dates, Christine always suspected that her aunt was lying.
"Great, great," smiled Jareth, jotting down the rose and the color. "Anything else I should know for tonight?" Christine thought about it for a few minutes before finally answering.
"Well, I know for a fact that she really likes Chiante. She does not drink it often, but she will if it is a special occasion. And I think you will agree with me when I say that this is a special occasion."
"Naturally," smirked Jareth. He finished his notes and closed his notebook. "Now, I have everything I need to make a special dinner for her tonight. In two hours time, I will hopefully have won your aunts heart. And, your dinner will be in your room."
"I wonder if my aunt will allow me to stay down here in the Underground with you guys." Christine smiled.
"Oh," said Jareth, scared. "I don't think that that would be such a good idea."
"But, I helped you," gasped Christine. "Why can't I stay here? I will do anything in order to stay here with you and my aunt. Please, Jareth."
"Oh, fine," sighed Jareth. "I promise that if your aunt wishes, then you can stay with us after I have wooed her." Christine thanked him, gave him a big hug, and ran to her room.
"That was odd," said Jareth, confused.
A/N: I would just like to thank all those who have submitted reviews. I enjoyed reading your reviews and hope that all of you keep reading.
Sarah lay in her bed, trying to think of what she could possibly do to get Christine less and less curious about Jareth. He was, after all, the Goblin King who had stolen her baby brother from her several years earlier. What could she do? And it was steadily getting worse as the day wore on. For Sarah had seen Jareth talking excitedly with Christine in the hallways and around the grounds of the Labyrinth.
"What could they be talking about?" she wondered. "They couldn't possibly have anything in common. Jareth's annoying, pompous, and ignorant, while Christine is just the opposite of that. Oh, this is just so difficult to try and figure out." ~*~
"Interesting," said Jareth, who was writing something on a pad of paper. "I would never have thought of that."
"And be sure to offer her a rose as deep red as blood," added Christine. She had been offering him advice the whole day. She was happy that her Aunt Sarah had not figured anything out about her plans to help Jareth. Christine had not ever seen her aunt with a man. While Sarah had claimed that she had had dates, Christine always suspected that her aunt was lying.
"Great, great," smiled Jareth, jotting down the rose and the color. "Anything else I should know for tonight?" Christine thought about it for a few minutes before finally answering.
"Well, I know for a fact that she really likes Chiante. She does not drink it often, but she will if it is a special occasion. And I think you will agree with me when I say that this is a special occasion."
"Naturally," smirked Jareth. He finished his notes and closed his notebook. "Now, I have everything I need to make a special dinner for her tonight. In two hours time, I will hopefully have won your aunts heart. And, your dinner will be in your room."
"I wonder if my aunt will allow me to stay down here in the Underground with you guys." Christine smiled.
"Oh," said Jareth, scared. "I don't think that that would be such a good idea."
"But, I helped you," gasped Christine. "Why can't I stay here? I will do anything in order to stay here with you and my aunt. Please, Jareth."
"Oh, fine," sighed Jareth. "I promise that if your aunt wishes, then you can stay with us after I have wooed her." Christine thanked him, gave him a big hug, and ran to her room.
"That was odd," said Jareth, confused.
