He never seems this happy. I mean look at him he's singing along to happy songs, this is so unerik like. He is either trying to fool me or he is Dare I Say It! In LOVE! I had been in love before and acted much like he did, until she broke my heart. But with who would he be in love with, maybe I should have a little talk with the opera ghost.
" Erik, I would like to speak with you." I called to him and as if he was in a trance, he broke off from it and started to drift away to his bedroom. I then transported him to me before he could touch the doorknob.
" Erik, you are acting rather suspicious lately, care to explain."
He arrived shortly covered in glitter.
"You know I HATE GLITTER! And I am not being suspicious; I am simply readying myself for composing yet another opera." Bullshit I thought, opera doesn't make you this happy. He started walking away from me so I decided to tackle him before he could leave without an explanation.
" Erik, you will tell me why you are so happy, or so help me I will drop you in The Bog of Eternal Stench face first before you can blink."
I said when I finally pinned him to the ground. He struggled to be free, but he failed miserable.
" We can do this the easy way or the HARD way, your choice Erik." he squirmed for awhile, giving up when he realized he would be going no where.
" Okay, I met someone new today while on my hike, and it was nice to have company." he smiled while staring off into the distance, probably remembering something.
" This company you had, was it a woman's." I laughed at the fact that a woman would want to spend time with him.
" Indeed it was, but she wasn't afraid of me, in fact she seemed quite attracted to me as I was to her."
There he goes with his confusing dramatic talk I thought.
" Now excuse me your Royal Highness, I would like to retire early today. So I bid you farewell." he then walked to his room, smiling and singing, err I hate love.
It was 7:00 in the morning and for some miraculous reason, I was up unpacking my last box and I noticed that none of my clothes were here, I immediately panicked then I heard the door bell ring so I went to the door and opened it.
"Surprise! I hope I didn't wake you, I brought over some friends of mine." I smiled as Erik introduced me to Commodore Lorrington and Inspector Javert.
" It is very nice to meet you two, please come in I was just about to make some coffee."
"No thank you Cherie, we have plans for today so we must go, nice meeting you!" they said walking out the door. Erik sighed and started walking, and then I reached for his hand.
" Stay with me please, it gets rather lonely here." I gave him my puppy dog eyes, which I knew would keep him here.
" I would love to stay, but for a little while, then I'm off to play the piano."
I smiled, not noticing the coffee spilling on me. He laughed, amused by my failure. I then felt that my small tank top with a rose on it and my old pair of wannabe skinny jeans were burning and soaking wet. I finally noticed that my tank top was slightly see through since my coffee incident.
"What am I going to do! This was my only shirt! I left my other clothes with my roommate!" He sat there thinking and then took of his shirt putting it on me.
"You can wear this until your shirt gets clean, then I'm taking you clothes shopping."
"Erik, I don't have any money." I sighed. What was I going to do?
" I would gladly pay all your expenses, Cherie." he gave me a pleading look, as for me to take his offer.
"I can't repay you Erik, I have no money."
"No repayment is needed my dear." he gave me another pleading look so I gave up.
" We shall leave in twenty minutes. Simply knock on my door then. GoodbyemyCherie"
I blushed once again when he used my name in French. Oh how I loved men with an accent.
It took some time, but I was able to wash the coffee out of my shirt. I got my car keys and locked my apartment door. I then walked up to Erik's door and knocked, BIG MISTAKE.
" Hi is Erik O MY GOD! IT'S YOU!" I screamed as I backed into the wall behind me.
" Well it's nice to see you too, precious." he smirked; amused by how every time he moved closer I tried to back up.
" You're as beautiful as I remember." He said as he gently held my face toward his with a gloved hand.
" Don't touch me! I'll bite!" I growled.
" Feisty now aren't we, precious." he gave me a wickedly evil smile.
"Not that I don't like your unexpected visit, but do tell why you are here.?" he leaned in closer, with him this close I couldn't think, I was both excited and terrified so I snapped at him, nearly biting his finger.
" Don't defy me, Cherie." he whispered, staring at me with those mismatched eyes.
" I came to give Erik this." I said shrugging out of Erik's button up. He glared at the shirt and shot me a warning glance.
" Cherie Beware, He is dangerous." he backed away letting me recover from his closeness, and waved his hand gracefully at his apartment door.
" Why don't we continue this lovely conversation inside?" I walked in, making sure I had my eye on Jareth so he wouldn't do anything funny.
"Where is Erik?" he looked at me amused when I glanced around the room.
" He is busy now, come sit I was just making some coffee." he then disappeared into the kitchen as I took a seat at their breakfast bar. I stared at the clock as it struck 7:30, then I felt a pair of warmed gloved hands cover my eyes.
" Guess who" said the voice.
" Jareth, if this is you I will rip your hands off."
"Guess again" he said turning me around to face him. When I saw that it was Erik I jumped and hugged him, almost knocking him over.
" Violent are we, my dear." he said sarcastically, trying to recover from my near death tackle hug.
" Are you ready, Erik you really don't have to do this, I mean I can't repay you."
" No repayment is needed, my dear." he bowed and I returned with a curtsy.
" Thank You" I then heard a faint growl escape the kitchen. Knowing it was Jareth, I decided to take Erik's hand, making sure Jareth wouldn't try to kill him.
" Let's go Erik." I gave him a smile and he followed me to the elevator. Once down I walked to the parking lot searching for my car.
"Why don't we use my car instead." he waved his hand toward a brand new black mustang boss with a red pin strip. I just stood there taking in the sheer greatness of this car.
" Come on then, Cherie." he said holding the passenger door open for me. I gently slid in the seat looking at the black leather interior. He slid into his seat, smiling probably because the amazement on my face.
" So you like my car." he glanced in my direction as I looked at his radio.
" what do you listen to." he reached out for the radio and turned it on, of course he had opera on.
"Let's roll." he smiled revving the engine. We drove in silence for what seemed to be forever. Becoming bored to death I decided to start a conversation with him.
" so Erik, what do you do for a job around here." he kept his eyes on the road and responded.
" I am a musical professor at the college here, what do you currently do for work."
" I don't actually have job, but if I did I would probably try to be a music or dance teacher, my dream is to open a successful dance studio and teach singing even though I'm bad at both." he glanced at me and back to the road.
" from what I've heard of your singing, you are not bad, but with my help you can be great."
" Would you consider giving me singing lessons, please I'd do anything for them." I gave him my puppy eyes and he glanced at me and sighed.
" Fine, but stop with the puppy dog eyes, you're distracting me from the road." we then pulled into the parking lot of a mall.
"here we are then." he said getting out of the car. It was pouring outside and I didn't have a jacket or umbrella. I'm screwed I thought, and as if he read my mind he took of his navy blue coat and buttoned it up around me. He then wrapped his arm around me for "warmth" he says, but I think he just wanted another hug.