Vegas

"What's wrong?" Jacks smile faded as he saw my face.

I shook my head and handed him the note.

The colour drained from his face and was replaced with burning anger. He stormed out of the room screaming.

"WHO THE FUCK MADE THIS!?"

"Jack, it's okay!" I tried to grab the note out of his hands.

"No it fucking is not." He said through gritted teeth.

I'd never seen him so angry. Everyone was staring, I didn't know what to do.

So I started crying, and ran back into the dressing room, locking the door behind me.

I heard knuckles tap on the door.

"It's Zack." He said as he creeped into the room, closing the door behind him.

He wrapped his arms around me, and I cried harder.

"Shh." He whispered into my ear.

***

I sat in my dorm, trying to study, and trying to forget that night. Someone knocked on the door, and I went to open it.

Another fucking note.

'I warned you.'

What? What was that supposed to mean?

Beep. Jack was calling. I dropped the note and ran over to my laptop and accepted it.

"Hey." He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. They were in Japan, so it was really late for him.

"Sleep." I ordered, closing the call.

Beep.

"Jack, you need sleep. We can talk later." I mumbled.

"I wanna talk now." He persisted.

"No. Sleep." I ordered again.

"Fine. I love you."

"Love you too."

Beep.

"Jack I told you-" It wasn't Jack.

It was a black screen.

"I warned you." A muffled voice drifted out.

***

"Honey, I'm home!" Jack yelled, bursting through the door.

I jumped up and hugged him tight, kissing him.

"How was tour?" I asked, pulling away.

"Fucking awesome!"

I smiled and hugged him again.

Beep.

"Who's calling you?" Jack asked, clicking answer.

The black screen again. No. No. NO.

"Hello." The voice drifted out.

"Hey, we're about to get naked!" Jack laughed, peeling off his shirt.

I slammed the laptop closed. "You idiot!"

"That was.." I trailed off.

"Wait, that was the person threatening you?"

I nodded.

He pulled me up to him and kissed me. "Let's talk about the wedding."

***

"How about January?"

"School."

Why was planning a wedding so hard? Picking a date especially.

He groaned and flopped down onto my bed. "Let's just run off to Vegas then."

I laid down beside him, intertwining our fingers. "Sure."

"I was kidding!" He jumped away from me like I'd punched him.

"What's wrong with that?"

"I want my mom to be there."

"She can. We just have to pick a date that works, no planning other than a date."

He thought it over. "Okay."