Sorry I haven't updated in months. I've become obsessed with Constantine Maroulis and have been writing fanfiction about him. Although not looking at this story has cured my writer's block.
Ch 6
He left me alone in his room? He must not e thinking straight. I looked around the room, nice big bed, mirrors, comfy chairs, and a door that led to the balcony. I walked over to a large wardrobe and opened it. All his clothes were in there. I took out a pair of tan britches and a white poet's shirt. An evil thought came to mine and I quickly changed into the outfit I had picked out. Ripping every other article of clothing out of his closet, I threw them off the balcony. They floated down into the courtyard below. Smiling smugly, I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't look half bad in his clothes. Only one thing left to do and my plan would be complete. I quietly opened the door to the bathroom. I can't believe he didn't lock it. Picking up his discarded clothes, I quickly reached in and turned the wear up as hot as it could go. Running out as quickly as possible, I discarded his clothes like his others. He yelped, a very unkingly noise and stormed out of the bathroom, a towel hung precariously low on his hips. He stopped and stared at me, his anger leaving for another emotion completely.
"What in the …" He trailed off.
"These would be the only clothes of yours in the room. The rest are in the courtyard below." I grinned at him, soaking wet with only a towel hiding certain things from my view. His medallion dripping water down his smooth chest. No, mustn't think naughty thought. Must plan ahead. Must get him to send me home. I hoped that was what would happen anyway.
Jareth's POV
The water felt good. I could feel the stress that the little wretch had caused me these past three hours melt away. I let the water run through my hair, the annoying dye, that she found so amusing, washed down the drain. I massaged my temples and neck. All I could hear was the hot water running. The next think I knew the water turned scalding. I yelped from the extreme heat and turned the water off. I could hear her running and laughing as I wrapped a towel around my waist and stormed out into my room. That girl would pay. I stopped in my tracks as I noticed what she was wearing.
"What in the …" She was wearing my clothes?
"These would be the only clothes of yours in the room. The rest are in the courtyard below." She grinned. My eyes narrowed. Those were my only clothes unless I wanted to go outside in a towel. Oh she would pay dearly for this insult, even if she did look good in my clothes.