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Authors NOte: Sorry once again for such a short chapter, but im dead tired. The next chapter will be worth it, i already have it planned out. giggle Tell me what yall think! 3 Fairy Poet

Chapter 5

Sarah suppressed a squeal as Eric led her to his car, a silver mustang. Oh it was so perfectly beautiful and masculine! (Especially the empty Mc Donald's cups and bags on the floor, no boy's car is complete with out them!) She reclined in her seat and inhaled the scent of leather and masculine musk.

They soon arrived at Sarah's. Eric pulled sharply into the drive way and slammed to a halt, pulling a laugh and whoop out of Sarah. She hopped out of the vehicle as soon as the engine was killed. Eric met her at the door as she fumbled with the keys.

Finally she managed to shove the right key into the lock and unbolt the door. "Lead the way!" Eric grinned. She led him into the living room where they plopped down on a large fluffy flowery couch.

Ericlooked into her eyes expectantly, "Well,' he said, "Where be thy script fair maiden?"

Sarah blushed, trying to get her brain to focus…script? Ohh Yea! Script! Damn, where do I keep my script? In your book bag dummy!

"My back pack!" Sarah blurted. "I don't have it! I must have left it in the auditorium. I was so…um distracted, and then the light fell and …"

Eric interrupted her by placing his hand against her cheek and gently met her eyes. "It's okay. We don't have to rehearse. You were wonderful at tryouts, you know."

Sarah looked at the couch suddenly very interested in the flowery pattern. She wasn't used to getting compliments, and she didn't feel comfortable receiving them. Karen had been beating up her self esteem for the past 10 years. Jealousy can make a person do evil things. Jealous of her step daughters innocent, natural beauty and talent, she degraded her with harsh stinging words that left Sarah unsure and insecure about herself.

"What a pity.", Mumbled Jareth sadly. She really doesn't know how breathtakingly desirable she is.

"Thank you.' Sighed Sarah, "It means a lot coming from an amazing actor like you." Eric burst out laughing, "Well, I am pretty good." He smiled smugly.

Distractedly, Eric stood. "Which ones your room?" he said, pointing down the hall.

"Umm, my room is upstairs. But it's a mess! I really…" Before she could finish, Eric had already dashed halfway up the stairs. Sarah sighed and dreaded what Eric would think of her bed room. Her room was her Sanctuary. Her place away from Karen and from the world; besides the stage, her room was the only other place where she felt completely free and able to express and be real to herself. Her room was sacared. It was like someone walking into your soul and seeing what you desire, want and aspire to be.

Eric waited at the top of the stairs. He grinned, delighted at how easily he could persuade Sarah.

...TBC

(sucky chapter i know, but i promise it will get a helluva lot better! - )