Dark Eyed Dreamers

It had been six months, six wonderful months since Jack and I had gotten together. One day, my phone vibrated in my pocket, jolting us from one of our heated make-out sessions. I groped myself, finally finding my phone. I looked at the screen. Uncle Jerry? What did he need?

"Hello?" I asked.

"Jasey Rae?" he asked.

"Yeah it's me." I said quietly.

"It's your mom." he said solemnly.

"What about her?" I asked, my voice raising an octave.

"She died in a car crash an hour ago. I'm sorry." he whispered, getting choked up.

"What? No! That couldn't have happened! Not her! No!" I sobbed.

"I know. It's okay. It'll be fine." he whispered and the line went dead. Jack took me in his arms.

"What happened?" he asked, concerned. I shook my head and he let me cry, rubbing my back soothingly until I stopped.

"My mom died." I whispered hoarsely.

"What? When?" he asked.

"An hour ago." I whispered.

"I'm sorry." he whispered.

"I know. It's not your fault." I mumbled into his chest and he held me closer. "So what am I going to do? Where am I supposed to live?" I asked.

"You can live with me." he breathed.

"And we don't have to have sex?" I asked. He kissed my head

"Not unless you want to." he promised.

"I don't think I'm ready." I said uncertainly.

"Then I can wait." he promised. It was silent for a while.

"Our six-month anniversary is coming up." he breathed.

"I know." I whispered.

"I have something really cool planned for us." he whispered.

"Really?" I asked.

"Yeah. Just be ready by seven tomorrow night and dress nice." he said.

"Okay." I replied