Disclaimer: I do not own, in any way shape or form, the Labyrinth.

A/N: Well, sorry it took so long for that last chap to get posted. If you read my profile, it states my new plan for writing. I find it helpful, for one or two stories a week would let me finish really soon. But for now, more labby land for you all.

Chapter 16

Meet My Friend

Eleven a.m. The sun was bright, haunting almost, and the air was fresh. Fresh enough to have a former goblin king shimmy down the drain pipe. Our plan, well, my plan, was for Jareth to go outside from my bedroom, ring the doorbell in the front of my house, and for me to happily run downstairs and introduce him. Sounded easy, but my parents would be the obstacle. I wouldn't of even introduced him, but there was one way or another he could get caught.

With the plot set, and everything ready to go, Jareth stood by my window while I opened it wide enough for him.

"I could fly out the window, you know, but stupid powers took my magic away. I guess I'll have to jump." He sighed, as though saddened by the fact that he was powerless. I felt sympathy, but what could we do? Everything happened the way it happened and there was no way of erasing it.

Patting Jareth's strong arm, I tried to make him feel better, "Don't worry. You have a new life to start on now, and shouldn't dwell on the past. Besides, you still have a friend..."

"Better than a friend," He glimmered with a smile as he began climbing down the drainpipe on the outside of my house.

When he reached the bottom, he blew a kiss up at me and ran around to the other side of the house. I was a little nervous about what was going to happen. Mother from Hell always interrogated new friends that I brought to the house. Forget my Dad, for he just got really angry and judged everyone. This caused him to repeat the same thing over and over sometimes, which was deathly bothersome.

Hearing the doorbell ring, I ran downstairs but was too slow. My Mom swung it open to reveal the grinning Jareth. The sight of a male in the doorway caused Dad to get up from his reading chair.

"Who's this?" Dad asked, folding his newspaper up and taking his reading glasses off.

Mom took control of the situation and forcefully stated, "Whatever your selling, we don't want it."

"Uhh.." I spoke up as I reached the bottom of the stairs into the entrance hallway, "He's here for me."

Whenever Dad gets upset, I mean really irritated, he starts to have a Boston accent. I didn't want to hear it, for that usually meant fighting and him winning. So to avoid this, I went to the door and motioned for us to leave.

"Uh-Uh," Mom shook her head, "I want to know who this man is, Kara, and where he's taking you."

Jareth stepped inside of the house, trying to sound as sweet as possible, "I'm Jareth...Your daughter's boyfriend."

Oh no, Jareth was not warned by stupid me about the conjoining of the words boy and friend. He was going to witness the worst Boston accent out of my father ever. It was different when my Mom got angry. She would just nag and nag and never stop talking..Or yelling.

"Well, I'm Rachelle and this is my husband Vincent. We always allow Kara's friends to call us by our first names. Saves trouble from mispronunciation or forgetfullness. However, if you want, you may call me Mrs. Parker and my husband Mr. Parker." My Mom seemed fine now, but inside I knew a burning flame of horrid torture wanted to release and ignite Jareth.

Dad suddenly bluntly said, "Get out."

"Excuse me?" Jareth raised an eyebrow, making me again want to melt. I thought everything about him was so damn sexy..Ok back to my Dad now..

He squinted his eyes in an angry manner, "I don't like the looks of you, Jareth. You look like a creep and a delinquent. Also, your much to old for my daughter. Get outta here." Oh no, the Boston accent.

"Dad," I finally speak up, "His appearance doesn't tell you how he really is. Give him a chance."

And then the storm of voices began.

Mom says, "Vinnie, mind your manners. He's not bad...Not that we know of."

"I don't care get him out of here."

"Mrs. Parker-" Jareth is cut off by my Dad.

"Don't try to sweet talk us, Mr. Big and Strong get outta here."

The repeating of sentences had started by my Dad, causing me to try and stop it. "Dad, we're leaving anyways."

He hadn't listened to me, "Get him outta here.. I don't want...no...get him outta here.."

"Dad!"

"-Ouuta here! Get him Outta-"

"Dad!"

"-Here. Get the delinquent out of here!"

"Dad!"

Stopping his nonsense, my Dad answered me, "What?"

I took a deep breath and relaxed, "We're leaving."

"Hunny," Mom faked a smile, "He's too old for you. How old are you, Jareth?"

"uhh.." He wanted to answer, but I pushed him out of the door.

"We," I stated one last time, "are leaving."

In a relieved instant, Jareth and I left my house and headed in no particular direction. We could obviously not go back to my house for awhile, so the rest of the day would be free to use as we pleased. Jareth and I walked down my street silently. I grabbed his hand in mine to make sure he was real. That this was all real. I didn't want to wake up if it was a dream. But, Oh gods, what a fantastically delicious dream.

"Are you real?" I blurted accidentally.

Jareth haulted, turned to face me, and kissed my lips tenderly. When we parted, I kept my eyes closed for a few extra seconds. The warmth from the sun rested on my face, as did Jareth's hand.

"Mmm.." I mumbled, "I guess that was a yes."

Opening my eyes, I realized Jareth was taking the suit shirt off, leaving just his poet's shirt on. Then, right in public, he began to take the pinstriped pants off. I thought I would die right there and then, but Jareth knew what he was doing. He had kept his tights and black belt on under the pinstripe pants. How devious! Maliciously attractive, I might add.

"Smart-ass." I playfully declared.

His eyes held an intense lust, or maybe that was me, but he said playfully, "I couldn't help it. Pinstripes just aren't my thing. Besides, I think that little show cheered you up a bit."

"Hah!" I had a permi-grin, "A bit? I think you cheered me up enough to last me three years. You know you're hot, and you use it against me...Don't you?"

"Me?" Jareth pointed at his heart and grinned, "No..Not me. I'm not using it against you, I'm just being evil."

Evil. Meh. I guess he was still evil..In an edible, hot man sort of way. Moments passed with us just standing near each other, speechless, until we alas wandered aimlessly.