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A/U: Enjoy the random that pops out of my head.

Oh. That's right. I woke up and remembered that I had spent the night at the Goblin King's castle. Great.

Well, I better get up. I wonder what goblins and their King eat for breakfast around here. I'm hungry. I also need a cup of coffee if His Highness expects me to be pleasant today.

Knock. Knock.

I opened the door.

"Hi, Miss. Just thought I would tell you breakfast is ready," Grime said.

"Okay, I guess I should expect to see Jareth there...?" I asked tentatively.

The goblin was shocked. "Why, o' course. Master should always be at breakfast. He has many things to do yuh know. He'll needs energy for that." Then he shuffled away before I could say anything else.

I can't handle this. I don't want to see him but my grumbling stomach gives me no choice.

I walk in to see Jareth singing with the goblins, absentmindedly picking at his food. He looked up to see me and his once smile turned into more of a grimace. Well, nice to see you to Mr. Pleasant.

"Good morning," I say.

"It's practically the afternoon Sarah, let's not fool ourselves." He rolled his eyes.

Be nice. Be nice. Be nice. Be nice. Be nice.

"Sorry, I guess I was extra tired last night. Especially since, you know, I was broken up with and then you...appeared." I had to edit what I wanted to say in that last part because it would of started a spew of arguments.

"Well, let's just be thankful that our food is still hot and that you have finally graced us with your...presence. See, I can edit my language too."

I gave him a look of wonder.

"Yes, Sarah, I can sense your negative thought," he said. "Goblin intuition. Keep the negativity under wraps."

I sat down and started training my brain for nice talk. He's already started a war this morning and I haven't had my coffee yet. I'm a smartass even when I do have coffee so this can't end well if I don't focus. I decided to try again to start this on a positive note. I seriously think this conversation should be the other way around considering that he's the one who left me when I clearly liked him. Whatever. Apparently, goblins never grow up.

"Okay, well, what have you been up to today, Jareth?"

"Waiting for you to get out of bed."

Alright, bad question. I should've seen that coming.

"Ugh huh, and, that's all? You didn't brush your teeth? Fix your eccentric hair? Get dressed? You just waited for me? This whole time?"

Here's the smartass in me. And this was also an edited version of what I really wanted to say.

"Fine. Sarah. Since it amuses you to be so disagreeable- yes, I brushed my teeth and my hair. Then, I went to use the bathroom which led me to think that I could use a shower. So after that, I got to thinking 'Gee, I wonder where Sarah is. I should let her sleep in a little because she had a trying time of it yesterday. I think she would appreciate that.' After which, when I got to the table, a goblin delivered me a letter. Would you like to know what it said Sarah?"

Oh Lord, what now? "Yes, I would like to know what has put you in this mood and I'm guessing it's the letter so tell me."

"The letter." Steam was practically boiling off his skin. "It said that my brother wants to see you. My brother. My big, handsome, hilarious brother. He wants to come to my castle to see you. I thought to myself, 'How strange. It's very peculiar that my brother wants to see Sarah because they have never met before. Why would he talk to her directly if they have never met before?' Then it hit me. You two must know each other. So, I asked the source myself. I used my crystal to transport me to his place. I asked him. He says he's known you for a long time. Practically inseparable he says. Inseparable."

After this, he could only sputter nonsense cynicisms about his brother.

Wow. Jareth's brother, Tommin, was coming. I missed him. I don't feel bad at all about not telling Jareth. I mean, Jareth left me without so much as a goodbye so why do I owe him an explanation about his brother? To be honest, Tommin doesn't want me romantically. Women just know these things. He helped me a lot when Jareth left. I did start to have feelings for Tommin because he was being so good to me when I had no one else. It felt good. But I realized that it was not the same with Tommin as it was with Jareth. Jareth just has something that Tommin doesn't. However, Jareth's been nothing but trivial today so I'm going to let his jealousy get the best of him until I feel otherwise inclined to be pleasant again. He deserves some strife for berating me this morning.

"...And on top of that," he continued. "You decide to sleep the day away. Do you know how many hours of the day you get, Sarah? Not enough to be sleeping it away! That's how many!"

He's in such a funk today.

"Well, I'll be glad to have some cordial company this morning. And by that, I mean Tommin, not you."

He glared and slowly started to smile. That couldn't be a good sign.

"Alright, Sarah. It should be very nice to see Tommin again."

I'm scared. I hate when he gets that mischievous look in his eye.

"Hey, you. It's been awhile Gorgeous. How are you doing?" Tommin asked.

"Kind of down, but I'm getting better."

"Oh, why is that?"

"Well, I got broken up with..."

"Seriously?!" He grimaced. "That's a load of bullshit."

"I know."

"Ahem," His Royal Highness coughed, calling attention.

I rolled my eyes.

"And you, brother, are looking dashing today. How are you?"

"Peachy."

"I don't know why you're such a grump all the time. When are you ever going to be happy to see me?"

"When you lose all of your charm.." Jareth said. Then added under his breath, "...or dead."

"I'm so excited to see you, little brother. Can't wait to play a good old hand of cards later." Tommin exclaimed.

"Yes...cards. Actually, I have another friend coming over so it should be perfect."

"Friend?" I chimed in.

Smiling he said, "Yes, a friend."

We had been playing cards for a while. All the time Jareth was getting annoyed at anything that Tommin did. Tommin would give me a compliment on my card selection and it would throw Jareth in a rage. I don't get him. I think the issue lies significantly closer with his relationship to his brother more so than it concerns me. Unfortunately, however, it's starting to be taken out on me. Nothing of romantic relations has happened between me and Tommin tonight yet Jareth still has been beating me down. Why am I still here?

Ding dong!

"The goblins will get it," Jareth said.

Who has a doorbell in their castle?

Grime brought up our visitor. Figures. It's a woman in a silk emerald evening gown ready for a night of fun. I assume a "close" friend of Jareth's. I can't even tell who he's trying to make jealous anymore. Me or Tommin. Tommin just looked at me then back at Jareth.

"Ya know, Jer, I think I'm gonna go."

"Go?!" He laughed. "Are you intimidated?"

Tommin just looked at him pityingly. "It's late and I need to head back."

"Alright, well, you take care now." Jareth said as he waved Tommin goodbye.

Tommin snapped his fingers and disappeared.

The woman giggled saying, "Jeeer, I thought you said there was a party here. Half your party just left."

Great. Now I'm alone with them. I need to leave too.

"Yeah, I think you're about to have a party of two. Goodnight, Jareth."

I walked away as Jareth shouted, drunkenly might I add, "Sarah, you're gonna miss all the fun!"

Sure. Maybe if I was interested in having a threesome.