Beyond the Goblin City

Reunion

Jareth's POV:
Great. My mother was here. She hadn't met Sarah yet-obviously-but I talked about her so much that Rega (my mother) assumed we were married. I never disagreed with her, but I also never said she was wrong.

I grabbed Sarah's hand and squeezed it.
Sarah don't look at me. Seriously it ruins the whole thing. Just give me a sec.
"Rega, can I talk to you quickly?"
"But I have some-"
"Real quick promise." I was waving my arms everywhere, for no reason. That's the only nervous trait I have that really shows.
She laughed "Fine. If you're waving like a firey then it must be important. I hope you've learned that, Sarah."
I'll get to that part also.
I transported my mother to a garden below the castle. I could hear Sarah's exasperated gasps after we left.
And that part too. I figured explaining the thought reading should be explained in one piece.
"So. I would like to say one thing." I tool a breath "Sarah and I are not married she really just got here and I never said no when you asked me because I know much you want me to be married and I'm sorry." I think her face went as red as the bolt over her eye.
How's it going?
Sarah?
Hey it worked!
Yeah. Give me a minute. I Have to talk to my mother.
I looked back at Rega. I cringed.
"Fine. But you'll get married soon. I can tell how much you love each other."
Sarah come here. She stood up and walked over. She looked scared.
Don't be frightened. I hugged her shoulder.
"I'll leave you two together while I go find my room."

Sarah's POV:
Jareth escorted me to my room, seeing as I had hadn't been there yet.
I'll explain this later. Explore your room.
I wandered around my giant room. The ceiling was exceedingly high. It was covered in starbursts, with little lights shining through. The room was mostly empty, aside from a giant bed and a bookshelf. The bed sheet was light yellow with blue and silver glitter. Like Jareth's hair. There was a white canopy over the bed. Like a little girls bed. I still loved it. The bookshelf was full of tons of old books in languages that didn't look like anything. Then, I found a copy of The Labyrinth. Hilarious. There was also a giant closet on the side that was full of gorgeous clothes.
I put on a white, pink, and black peasant blouse, black skinny jeans, and a pair of gray bunny slippers. No one had to see them.
And then my phone started ringing. Again. And it was my dad. Again.
"Hey dad. I still can't talk."
"Okay fine, but I have something else."
"Spill."
"We got a letter from your high school. Your old principal died and they're having the funeral for all of the alumni from your year because you were his first students."
"Okay. Okay. I'll think about it." I hung up. Breath. I'd go talk to Jareth.
No problem. What's up?
I tries to talk to him, but I never got a response.
Just picture me and say what you want.
Okay. So my dad called and I have to go to a funeral in Chicago.
Cool. So why do you need me?
It's like a reunion and I have a +1.
And you want me to go?
Please?
Sure. I'll arrange things with Rega.
Thank you. I love you. Wait, what? I could hear him pause when I did.
Knock. Knock.
I know it's you. He laughed.
"How did you-" He grabbed me and slammed his lips into mine. I gasped and wrapped my arms around his neck, tangling my hands in his still to-short blonde hair. He slid his tongue between my lips and touched my teeth. That was as far as he would go.
Now it's my turn to say please.
Not without persuasion.
Fine. He moved one of his hands from my my shoulder to my waist. I still wouldn't let him in. He moved the other one.
Okay. His tongue moved onto mine. I have to go sort things with Rega. I'll come back later.
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So how was my first description kissed. I still haven't kissed a boy because I'm a prude and everything seems disgusting or over-the-top. And I would like to thank tess10123 for talking to me all night. Also, you probably know me better then any of my friends, *blows kiss* so thank you for listening to me and shit.