Less than a second later, I felt a weight settle next to me. Sighing, I glanced at him. "what now?" I asked.
"I would simply like to know you better, Sarah."
"Not going to happen, King."
"Call me Jareth. Why can't I know you?"
"Because I don't want you to! Why else?"
"How should I know? You could have had something happen in your past that made you not trust people for all I know!" he took a deep breath and his voice softened, "I would need to know you to find if there would ever be another reason, Sarah."
Irritated because I knew he was right, I said quietly, "ask away. You have until the food gets here to ask anything you want," a smile started to form, "however! I reserve the right to not answer any question you ask! Understood?"
"Of course, pet." I glared, "Very well then, do you have any siblings?"
I sighed, "One. His name is Toby. He's younger than me by almost 15 years, but I love him dearly. Next question."
"Don't you want to ask a question of me, precious?"
I barely refrained from snapping at him. "No. Stop calling me that."
"Why? And why not?" Because I don't like being called by anything but my given name, first or last. Because I don't particularly care to know about you. Since you won't drop it though," I continued, "I may as well ask. Do you have any siblings, King?"
"Yes, I have many siblings, my parents love children so they have many. Why won't you call me by my first name?"
"Because I don't really want to be on a first name basis with you! Is that acceptable, King?"
"No. It is not. If we are finding out more about one another, it seems only natural that you call me by my first name, Sarah. Besides," he added slyly, "did you know that in many times, now included, to speak to someone using their first name, while they call you by your last name, puts you in a position of power that is not dispelled until they start calling you by your first name?"
I scowled, knowing that he was using this knowledge to his advantage, realizing it was a trap, but also knowing that it would nag at me forever if I didn't start calling him by his first name. "that won't work on me King!" I singsonged, determined not to let him get the better of me.
"Very well then, Sarah. If that will not work on you, I will just have to keep trying until I wear you down. What is your favorite band or singer?"
"David bowie," I answered immediately. "or Ziggy stardust, if you prefer. I liked him both ways."
Just then, the doorbell rang, interrupting and ending our little game of 20 questions. I headed over to the door and paid for the pizza, bringing it back and giving him some. After we were finished eating I saw him reaching into his pocket.
I turned my head to look at him and saw him pulling something out of his pocket, a crystal. A shudder went up my spine and phantom words passed through my head "...if you turn it this way, it'll show you your dreams. Do you want it?..."
Blinking, I came out of it and saw him looking at me curiously, "all right there, luv?" he asked.
Still slightly confused, I answered distractedly, "Yea, fine," not even fulling registering that he hadn't called me Sarah. "Just a moment of distraction," I excused.
"Very well then," came the answer. He began to toss the crystal from hand to hand, up in the air, and back again. I watched, mesmerized, until he tossed it to me with a light, "Catch!" My hand came up of it's own accord and caught it, inches from my face. It was still cold, despite being handled constantly for a solid five minutes a second before. I moved it around and examined it. It was round, about the size of my fist, heavy, and almost completely clear. "...it's a crystal, nothing more..." came more phantom words, making me shake slightly.
I handed it back to him, expecting him to take it, but he closed my hand around it, smiling, "Keep it, luv. To remind you of me." With that said, he got up, grabbed his homework, and walked out the door with a "goodnight, Sarah, see you tomorrow!" and a wave. A few moments later, Leslie walked in the door with a mischievous look on her face. I groaned. I just knew she wouldn't let me off this time.