Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Labyrinth.

A/N: The story is going to become more twisted.. Just letting you know. Thank you, NyBCR, for my constructive criticism. I tend to put character profiles in stories when I shouldn't..It's a bad habit of mine. I fixed it up and added a poem prologue on chapter one. Thank you very very much for the help. (Smiles) BTW a grin that won't or cannot go away is called a permi-grin.

Chapter 15

Pinstripe Blues

"Mmmmarshmallows..."

"Marshmallows, my love?" Jareth's silky voice chimed as I fully woke from my sleepy state.

With my eyes opening slowly, I realized Jareth was only a few inches above my face. He had propped himself up on his elbow while sitting on my bed. This was a good way to wake up, but I didn't want him to see my ugly morning self.

He continued speaking as he played with a clump of my hair, "You were saying odd things before you awoke. Things about marshmallows and unicorns and-"

"I," My interruption caused him shock, "was having a strange dream. Sometimes I talk in my sleep."

"You also said something about how well I kiss..." Jareth was obviously gallavanting.

Softly, I asked, "Oh did I?"

Jareth nodded and lowered himself onto my waiting lips. We kissed for a few moments and then he stood up. Laziness swept over me and caused my body to stay in bed. But as the reality of everything hit me, I was forced to sit straight up in my bed with wide eyes.

"What about my friends? Ludo? Hoggle? Sir Dydimus? What about those power entities that wanted you dead?" I had too many questions at once. There was too much to talk about and cover before we went on in our lives.

Sitting at the end of my bed, Mr. Sexy-Master-Of-All-Snogging tried to reply, "Truthfully, I don't know what happened with your friends. Most likely they are being held safe somwhere by the Powers. They never enjoyed killing their own living creations, unless the creature is sinful and cannot be forgiven. I suppose that's why they wanted me dead..I went against them twice, but couldn't help it. Love is more powerful than you even know. Although I could've died, I'm my own person. Not at all affected by them. The only thing I received from them was my own magic, but it's been ripped from me. No more crystals and halluscinations to hand out."

"But you're still you," I got out of bed and went to my dresser. I still spoke while fumbling through drawers, "You are still a king in my eyes, even though my view may not mean much to you." My topic changed as I spun back around to face him, while holding a pile of clothes. "Look, I think I might have a plan, but it's not huge. Firstly, you need a shower. As do I. Lucky for you, I have my own bathroom, so no parent of mine is going to watch you bathe. Secondly, after we cleanse, I believe I have a way to pass my parents without them finding you. Of course, this involves us confronting them. The question is, do you trust me enough for my crazy plan to take place?"

Nodding, Jareth walked towards me, "I trust your insanity. Who is going first in the shower?"

"Well, it's up to you. Do you know how to use one?" I asked this stupid question, but who knew? He was a goblin, and judging by the once existant environment in Labby-Land, there weren't many ways to sanitize.

In an outraged tone, he replied, "Of course I do! I had a shower in my castle. We put the water in a bucket, hung it on this stand, and pulled a rope on the bucket to release water whenever needed. Do you think I am inferior?"

"No," giggling, I mentioned, "but there is a problem. We have pipes, confusing things I don't know the names of, and running water. I'll show you the knobs to turn, but I'm not helping you wash yourself." Not that it would be bad, but parents catching me bathing with the hotness would be.

Leading the way towards my closet, I opened it up and walked in. To the side was my tiny, but awesome bathroom. True it was a bit bare, tan being the only seen color, but it was cool. I showed Jareth, the sex maniac king, how to turn the water on, off, and how to set the temperature. I then told him not to put his man-tights back on after he showered, for I would have something else for him to wear. Teehee, and I would.

Twenty boring minutes passed by, as I spun around in my desk chair. How was he taking so long? Did he step in the bog of eternal stench? Is he more girlier than I? Was he...

..going number two?

Gagh! Get these silly thoughts out of my head. He's too sexy to do or be any of that. And I mean any of it.

"Holy gods!" I exclaimed as the hotness came out of my bathroom and closet with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. I could've melted into Jello right then, but decided to save myself from...err...seat wetting.

I had taken Jareth's clothes out of the bathroom without realizing he might've needed them. But I took his white poet's shirt and gave it to him, along with a pair of my dad's pinstripe, navy blue pants...and the pinstripe shirt that matched. It was the only thing my dad hadn't worn in ages, so I didn't think he would notice. But Jareth did.

Still standing in his half-nakedness, Jareth spoke roughly, "What is this? I know this is my shirt, but was is this blue...mess? I demand my clothing back. Where are my tights? Where is my over-jacket?"

"Jareth," I said, hoping he wouldn't scold me later, "you need to wear what I give you for now. This plan of mine won't work without your cooperation."

He scowled, "You'll pay for this somehow. Pinstripes don't even portray the significance of me.. I want my damned clothing after this plan of yours, though. No if's and's or but's about it. Understood?"

Nodding my head, I walked towards him and pointed to the bathroom. He took the hint and went to change. With a sigh of relief, for I didn't know how much longer my body could stay normal while he stood there with no shirt on, I plopped back onto my chair and spun again.

"How's this?" Jareth's calm voice trailed from the closet as he exited it again.

"My oh my, you look handsome." A wide grin appeared on my face and wouldn't go away. Oh no! Permi-grin!

The suit fit him great, and he made sure to show his own self by letting his poet's shirt be seen. The pinstripe suit top was only buttoned at the bottom. As for the pants, it was nice to see him in them for once instead of tights. He looked like a very professional man..With the usual pixie-looking haircut he had.

Taking my bundle of clothing, I prepared for a shower while Jareth promised to hide in the corner of my closet, and not to let clothing fall on his head this time. I turned the hot water on, shut and locked the door, and stepped in, where my permi-grin finally vanished.

My plan was to simply introduce Jareth to my parents as a friend by making him climb out of my window and ringing the doorbell in the front. The only problem with this plan was my parents. Whenever they met new people I brought over, they would judge them, and pull me aside to tell me if they like them or not. If not, my dad would make the person leave. It wasn't that easy though, for my parents morphed when they got angry. My dad, I swore to goodness, had a horrible Boston accent when he got angry. He's not even from Boston! And my mom, oh she was a winner, her voice sounded like Olive Oyle from Popeye cartoons when she was irate. It was a hoot living here, really.

When I got out of the shower, my first priority was to make sure I heard nothing in my room. Silence. Good. Then I changed into my outfit, which was a red tank top and black, flare pants. Finally, I turned the bathroom lights off and left it, only to see Jareth sitting patiently in the corner of my closet.

"What's wrong?" I asked calmly.

Standing, Jareth responded, "I hate this suit."

I held in a laugh and exited my closet. It was time to initiate the plan.