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Author's note- Woo! Thanks for the reviews!!! ^^ So anyway, this is the thrid chapter (duh) And gues what..... I MAKE A GUEST APPEARANCE!!! ^^ And another thing... I don't own the books mentioned in this chapter. I no claim to own, you no sue. 'Kay?
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Sarah emerged from her bedroom wearing a cream colored poets shirt, a denim vest, and jeans. Her hair was pulled up into a bun with a hair clip, a few stray chocolate strands falling down around her face.
Jareth was busy in the living room, amazed by her television, and how by the click of a button, the pictures would change. He sat there with wide eyes, showing the blue and brown in all their grace. His mouth was slightly opened, showing the sharp tips of his pointed teath, and his normal expression was replaced by fascination and wonder..... until he saw Sarah walk into the room.
He quickly regained his composure of sitting up straight, rather than leaning over and staring at the television. He wiped the shocked look off his face and a wicked smirk swept across his lips as he saw Sarah.
"Going somewhere?"
Sarah sighed and brushed a stray lock of hair from her eyes, stooping to pull on her brown leather boots.
"To work. Unlike some people, I can't sit on a throne all day and have my every beck and whim tended to." she said rather harshly, looking up at him for a second with the slightest bit of a glare, though she dared not anger him.
A thin eyebrow raised on Jareth's forehead, a mixture of anger and dissinterest playing on his face, fashioning a small frown on his lips.
"I'll come with you."
"What?" Sarah asked, almost falling to the ground, but quickly regained her composure.
"I'll go with you to work." There was no sign of joking in his voice, quite the contrary, a mix of subtle anger at having to repeat himself, and the demand that she said it was alright.
"B-but... Well, you certainly can't come dressed like THAT..." she said, standing up again, and putting a hand on her hip.
"What do you mean?" Jareth asked, maintaining the slick and cold look on his face.
Sarah took a moment to let her eyes play over Jareth's outfit. He was dressed the same way she had first seen him in her parents' bedroom. A long glittery black cape, black tights, a black poet's shirt with his giant triangular chest plate, and large black boots. Not to mention the black gauntles-like gloves. She was sure that his outfit would raise suspicion.
"People around here don't dress like that, Jareth."
He also took a moment to eye his outfit then sighed, rolling his eyes and snapped his fingers.
He was instantly dressed in a loose black poet's shirt and black jeans, sporting a pair of completely black shades.
"Better?"
Sarah's jaw dropped slightly, but only for a moment, before she regained herself and stuttered her answer. "M-much..."
Never in her life had she seen a man who looked better in jeans than he. The thought made her blush ever so slightly, but she simply grabbed her bag and removed her car keys.
"C'mon, let's go. I'll be late."
Jareth stood up and smoothed his shirt as Sarah walked torwards the door and opened it. Jareth immediately walked after her, and held the door open for her.
"Ladies first..."
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Don't try to be a gentlemen. I know better."
And with that, she exited, and made to her car.
Jareth followed, closing the door behind himself when the two heard a voice from next door.
"Good morning, Jareth! How are ya?"
It was Mr. Klarke. The thought of it made Sarah nearly wet her pants.
"Great, John, great. And the grandchildren?" Jareth answered, sporting an almost heart-warming smile. Though that was nearly impossible, for it was Jareth.
"Comin' over today. Well, I'll see you two lovebirds later."
Jareth nodded and waved, getting into the passenger seat of Sarah's car. Sarah nearly gagged.
"Lovebirds?" She asked, staring at Jareth while starting the car.
Jareth shrugged. "I don't choose his speach, that's entirely up to him."
Sarah pulled out of the driveway and started going down the street.
"What do you do, anyway?" Jareth asked, seemingly dissinterested, though one couldn't really tell, since his eyes were hidden by his shades.
Sarah sighed. "I have two jobs. I'm a part time actress, but I also work at a bookstore, which is where we're going today."
Jareth nodded. "Interesting." He peered out the window as the scenery passed him by.
"Interesting way to travel, these.... what are they called? Cars..."
"Yes, cars. And they get you around. Since we can't all conjure up crystals to make us appear and dissapear." Sarah said plainly, mostly concentration on driving.
Jareth let out a mildly cold chuckle. "I don't need crystals for that, Sarah."
Sarah sighed and turned down onto a main street. "Whatever."
After a few minutes, Sarah pulled into a small parking lot, where there were several stores, one of them had a sign that read "Bairdsly Books." Jareth assumed that that was their destination.
The two got out of the car and walked over to the store. Sarah pushed open the glass door, which let out a little jingle, and she and Jareth entered.
Jareth's eyes glanced around for a moment, before a short, chubby man came out from a back office. "Sarah! Oh, and you brought Jareth, what a treat!"
Jareth managed a grin, and Sarah bit her lip, suddenly feeling sick to her stomach. A treat? Jareth? Was her boss crazy?
Sarah went behind a counter and set her bag down while her boss spoke to Jareth.
"It's really a pleasure, Jareth. How've you been?"
"I've managed. How's the wife and kids?"
"They're wonderful. When are you and Sarah going to come to my home and meet them?" The man asked.
"How's sometime this week?" Jareth replied.
"Tomorrow night? I know Sarah's very busy most of the time."
Jareth glanced over to Sarah, but she did not look up.
"Sounds wonderful, Mark."
The man smiled gleefully and wobbled off to Sarah. "Let him do as he likes, he can read the books, help customers, sort shelves, whatever he likes."
Sarah sighed and nodded. "Alright, Mark."
'Mark' wobbled off back into the backroom he was in before, and Jareth picked up a book from a shelf. It was entitled "My Louisiana Sky."
He looked over the girl on the cover, and set it back down when there was a jingle from the door.
Sarah looked up and Jareth peered over his shoulder. It was a young girl, who looked about fifteen, with brownish red hair, styled in a short bob cut. Clad in what looked like a school uniform; a longsleeved white button-up blouse and a black vest over it, with a black pinstriped pleated skirt, she bounded in and headed to the desk Sarah sat at.
"Do you have 'Girlhearts' by Norma Fox Mazer?" she asked.
Sarah nodded. "Teen fiction, over there." she replied, pointing to a section of books.
"Thanks." the girl said with a brright smile, heading over to the section, but stopping, glancing at Jareth.
"Nah.... couldn't be...." she mumbled to herself and continued over to the section of books.
Jareth raised an eyebrow, wondering who the girl was, but shrugged it off and grabbed a book entitled 'The Hobbit' and opened it and started reading.
Sarah was busy with paperwork until the girl came back and payed for the book, taking one last glance at Jareth and leaving.
Sarah put the money in the cash register and continued with her paperwork.
After a day that pretty much progressed like that, Sarah's boss came out and told Sarah she could leave. With one more comment about them having dinner the next night, the two left.
Sarah started the car and glanced at Jareth who was fumbling with the seatbelt.
"We're having dinner with my boss tomorrow?"
Jareth nodded. "He insited." he replied half-heartedly, more than a little busy trying to get the seatbelt to work.
Sarah sighed and pulled onto the street, mumbling at the sterring wheel. "As if I weren't busy enough..."
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Author's note- Hehehe. I bought a book ^^ (That I actually own... o.o) But that's beside the point! Anyway, Please review! I need to know how you liked it!!!!! ^^
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Author's note- Woo! Thanks for the reviews!!! ^^ So anyway, this is the thrid chapter (duh) And gues what..... I MAKE A GUEST APPEARANCE!!! ^^ And another thing... I don't own the books mentioned in this chapter. I no claim to own, you no sue. 'Kay?
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Sarah emerged from her bedroom wearing a cream colored poets shirt, a denim vest, and jeans. Her hair was pulled up into a bun with a hair clip, a few stray chocolate strands falling down around her face.
Jareth was busy in the living room, amazed by her television, and how by the click of a button, the pictures would change. He sat there with wide eyes, showing the blue and brown in all their grace. His mouth was slightly opened, showing the sharp tips of his pointed teath, and his normal expression was replaced by fascination and wonder..... until he saw Sarah walk into the room.
He quickly regained his composure of sitting up straight, rather than leaning over and staring at the television. He wiped the shocked look off his face and a wicked smirk swept across his lips as he saw Sarah.
"Going somewhere?"
Sarah sighed and brushed a stray lock of hair from her eyes, stooping to pull on her brown leather boots.
"To work. Unlike some people, I can't sit on a throne all day and have my every beck and whim tended to." she said rather harshly, looking up at him for a second with the slightest bit of a glare, though she dared not anger him.
A thin eyebrow raised on Jareth's forehead, a mixture of anger and dissinterest playing on his face, fashioning a small frown on his lips.
"I'll come with you."
"What?" Sarah asked, almost falling to the ground, but quickly regained her composure.
"I'll go with you to work." There was no sign of joking in his voice, quite the contrary, a mix of subtle anger at having to repeat himself, and the demand that she said it was alright.
"B-but... Well, you certainly can't come dressed like THAT..." she said, standing up again, and putting a hand on her hip.
"What do you mean?" Jareth asked, maintaining the slick and cold look on his face.
Sarah took a moment to let her eyes play over Jareth's outfit. He was dressed the same way she had first seen him in her parents' bedroom. A long glittery black cape, black tights, a black poet's shirt with his giant triangular chest plate, and large black boots. Not to mention the black gauntles-like gloves. She was sure that his outfit would raise suspicion.
"People around here don't dress like that, Jareth."
He also took a moment to eye his outfit then sighed, rolling his eyes and snapped his fingers.
He was instantly dressed in a loose black poet's shirt and black jeans, sporting a pair of completely black shades.
"Better?"
Sarah's jaw dropped slightly, but only for a moment, before she regained herself and stuttered her answer. "M-much..."
Never in her life had she seen a man who looked better in jeans than he. The thought made her blush ever so slightly, but she simply grabbed her bag and removed her car keys.
"C'mon, let's go. I'll be late."
Jareth stood up and smoothed his shirt as Sarah walked torwards the door and opened it. Jareth immediately walked after her, and held the door open for her.
"Ladies first..."
Sarah rolled her eyes. "Don't try to be a gentlemen. I know better."
And with that, she exited, and made to her car.
Jareth followed, closing the door behind himself when the two heard a voice from next door.
"Good morning, Jareth! How are ya?"
It was Mr. Klarke. The thought of it made Sarah nearly wet her pants.
"Great, John, great. And the grandchildren?" Jareth answered, sporting an almost heart-warming smile. Though that was nearly impossible, for it was Jareth.
"Comin' over today. Well, I'll see you two lovebirds later."
Jareth nodded and waved, getting into the passenger seat of Sarah's car. Sarah nearly gagged.
"Lovebirds?" She asked, staring at Jareth while starting the car.
Jareth shrugged. "I don't choose his speach, that's entirely up to him."
Sarah pulled out of the driveway and started going down the street.
"What do you do, anyway?" Jareth asked, seemingly dissinterested, though one couldn't really tell, since his eyes were hidden by his shades.
Sarah sighed. "I have two jobs. I'm a part time actress, but I also work at a bookstore, which is where we're going today."
Jareth nodded. "Interesting." He peered out the window as the scenery passed him by.
"Interesting way to travel, these.... what are they called? Cars..."
"Yes, cars. And they get you around. Since we can't all conjure up crystals to make us appear and dissapear." Sarah said plainly, mostly concentration on driving.
Jareth let out a mildly cold chuckle. "I don't need crystals for that, Sarah."
Sarah sighed and turned down onto a main street. "Whatever."
After a few minutes, Sarah pulled into a small parking lot, where there were several stores, one of them had a sign that read "Bairdsly Books." Jareth assumed that that was their destination.
The two got out of the car and walked over to the store. Sarah pushed open the glass door, which let out a little jingle, and she and Jareth entered.
Jareth's eyes glanced around for a moment, before a short, chubby man came out from a back office. "Sarah! Oh, and you brought Jareth, what a treat!"
Jareth managed a grin, and Sarah bit her lip, suddenly feeling sick to her stomach. A treat? Jareth? Was her boss crazy?
Sarah went behind a counter and set her bag down while her boss spoke to Jareth.
"It's really a pleasure, Jareth. How've you been?"
"I've managed. How's the wife and kids?"
"They're wonderful. When are you and Sarah going to come to my home and meet them?" The man asked.
"How's sometime this week?" Jareth replied.
"Tomorrow night? I know Sarah's very busy most of the time."
Jareth glanced over to Sarah, but she did not look up.
"Sounds wonderful, Mark."
The man smiled gleefully and wobbled off to Sarah. "Let him do as he likes, he can read the books, help customers, sort shelves, whatever he likes."
Sarah sighed and nodded. "Alright, Mark."
'Mark' wobbled off back into the backroom he was in before, and Jareth picked up a book from a shelf. It was entitled "My Louisiana Sky."
He looked over the girl on the cover, and set it back down when there was a jingle from the door.
Sarah looked up and Jareth peered over his shoulder. It was a young girl, who looked about fifteen, with brownish red hair, styled in a short bob cut. Clad in what looked like a school uniform; a longsleeved white button-up blouse and a black vest over it, with a black pinstriped pleated skirt, she bounded in and headed to the desk Sarah sat at.
"Do you have 'Girlhearts' by Norma Fox Mazer?" she asked.
Sarah nodded. "Teen fiction, over there." she replied, pointing to a section of books.
"Thanks." the girl said with a brright smile, heading over to the section, but stopping, glancing at Jareth.
"Nah.... couldn't be...." she mumbled to herself and continued over to the section of books.
Jareth raised an eyebrow, wondering who the girl was, but shrugged it off and grabbed a book entitled 'The Hobbit' and opened it and started reading.
Sarah was busy with paperwork until the girl came back and payed for the book, taking one last glance at Jareth and leaving.
Sarah put the money in the cash register and continued with her paperwork.
After a day that pretty much progressed like that, Sarah's boss came out and told Sarah she could leave. With one more comment about them having dinner the next night, the two left.
Sarah started the car and glanced at Jareth who was fumbling with the seatbelt.
"We're having dinner with my boss tomorrow?"
Jareth nodded. "He insited." he replied half-heartedly, more than a little busy trying to get the seatbelt to work.
Sarah sighed and pulled onto the street, mumbling at the sterring wheel. "As if I weren't busy enough..."
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Author's note- Hehehe. I bought a book ^^ (That I actually own... o.o) But that's beside the point! Anyway, Please review! I need to know how you liked it!!!!! ^^
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