Stolen Kiss — The Complete Series

The Los Angeles sun beats down, turning the brass stars into molten gold beneath the endless foot traffic. A velvet rope held taut by uniformed attendants sections off the event, barely holding back the mix of screaming fans, eager reporters, and star-struck tourists. A raised platform draped in crimson carpets stands at the center of the spectacle. A giant screen flashes through its rapid-fire montage of classic film scenes, all featuring the honoree of the day.

Jack, why did she punch you? Were you and Diane lovers?

Did you cheat on her in college with her cousin?

Jack's jaw tightens. He turns on his heel and wants.

The photographers chase after him, stumbling over each other in the process. One nearly faceplants onto the pavement. Jack, still in peak shape, dodges a trash can, hurdles a fire hydrant, and vanishes down a side alley. The photographers grind to a halt, panting, defeated.

So, uh, anyone got eyes on Diane, and the water.

Diane Stewart steps out from the terminal, exhausted, pale, and battle-worn. The past two weeks hang on her like a heavy coat. Flashes explode as more photographers swarm. Their voice is a relentless barrage. A team of security rushes to her side. Maggie Williams leading the charge. She moves fast, barely breaking stride as she steers Diane through the chaos.

So, how was Barbados? Oh, you know, a real treat. Sun, sand, public humiliation, five stars.

Maggie grimaces, shoving the reporter out of the way. I'm sorry, but we have a situation.

Chris has been trying to reach you.

Chris is always trying to reach me.

Yeah, well, this time he's threatening to drop you as a client. Also to blacklist you unless. Unless what? Unless you fix this. Apparently, punching that guy tanked half his agency's reputation. Then why hasn't he just fired me? Because you made more money for his agency than his entire roster combined.

Diane snorts, rubbing her temples.

I can't fix this. Lucky for you, I might have a plan. Really? Don't look so surprised. Remember, if your Kuru dies, so does mine. Who's going to hire Diane Stewart's former assistant? Touche.

Maggie grins, motioning toward an awaiting black SUV.

Come on.

Our ride's over here. Diane takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders before following Maggie toward the car. Diane, are you and Jack back together? Diane pauses mid step, her expression unreadable. For God's sake, keep walking. Diane exhales sharply and slides into the car, and the doors slam shut. But the cameras keep flashing. Diane and Maggie sink into the plush leather seats as the limel pulls away, the city lights casting flickering patterns through the tinted windows.

So, you dated him?

Yeah, first to a boyfriend until I left for NYU. Who dumped who?

Diane sighs, already regretting this conversation.

Why does that matter? Because, duh, I want to hear the gossip before it ends up on TMZ. Also, when our careers die, I might want to write a tell all about you. You know, to fund my future unemployment.

Stop taking comedy classes, Maggie. They're clearly not working.

Note it.

Maggie pulls a folder from her bag, flipping through a stack of papers.

While you were off soaking up the sun and dodging reporters, I did some digging on this jack guy.

Yay for me.

Maggie hands her the file. Just printed this for my investigator's report. Haven't even had time to read it.

Diane takes the papers, flipping through them casually until her eyes freeze on a paragraph. Her breath hitches. Her fingers tighten around the pages. Tears well in her eyes, threatening to spill over. Maggie leans forward, alarmed. What?

What does it say?

Diane swallows hard, then passes the papers back to Maggie.

I know why Jack was at the premiere.

Maggie scans the document quickly, her eyes widening.

Stephanie?

His sister?

Diane nods, staring at her hands.

She has stage two cancer, and he's struggling to pay her medical bills.

The silence hangs between them, heavy and suffocating.

I need to see them.

Maggie shakes her head.

Diane. If this leaks, it won't just be a PR nightmare. It'll be a PR volcano on top of the already burning house that is your career. I don't care. I just need to help him.

Maggie exhales, rubbing her temples.

Fine. Should I talk to Chris about putting his sister on your private health insurance? If she can get surgery right away, she might have a better chance.

Diane nods firmly.

Do it. I'll cover whatever else they need.

Maggie studies Diane for a long beat and then sighs. Meanwhile, we need a plan to put out this fire before it turns into an inferno. Diane looks out the window, lost in thought. The street lamp flickers past, casting a light across her face.

Set up a meeting with Jack.

What for?

I have an idea. Something that might make all the spad PR disappear.

Maggie raises an eyebrow. Please don't say marriage. Diane rolls her eyes.

Just find him. We're paying him a visit.

Maggie grins, already pulling out her phone. You got it, boss. Diane leads against the cool glass, eyes distant as the city blurs past.

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A secondhand couch, a few scattered books, and a TV that looks like it's been through at least one bad breakup. Stephanie Marsden sets down at a play of store by cookies in front of her brother, Jack. Jack eyes them suspiciously. What's this? Are you trying to butter me up?

It's called a chess move.

Jack picks up a cookie and sniffs it. More like a guild trip with sprinkles. Stephanie folds her arms, gaze firm.

We're having this conversation.

No, we're not.

Jack, do you have a winning lottery ticket hidden somewhere? A magical lamp I don't know about. Because unless Aladdin's about to pop out of your pocket, we can't afford this.

Jack leans forward, jaw tight. I'm not giving up. Let me talk to Diane again. Maybe she's calmed down. Stephanie shakes her head.

It's too late. Surgery's booked for next week. The insurance company needs the payment this week to cover it.

Jack's fingers clench into fists. I'll find the money. Stephanie exhales, her expression softening.

Jack. I told them I was choosing palliative care. I don't want to die and leave you drowning in debt.

Jack stiffens, his voice raw. But your cancer is treatable. The doctor said you have a 75% survival rate after surgery. We have a shot. Stephanie's face flickers with something haunted.

So did Mom. And we lost everything trying to save her. I won't put you through that again.

Jack shakes his head, pacing. I'll find a way. Just give me three weeks. Stephanie grabs his hand, making him face her.

Jack! You're not hearing me.

I'll call every charity under the sun.

I don't want you to do that.

I can't lose you two. Please. Jack's dog, Clark Kent, a mutt with the confidence of a retired superhero, trots over and barks. Stephanie smiles faintly.

You'll have Clark.

Clark Kent barks again, clearly offended. Alright, so my emotional support system is a dog named after a guy who literally cannot die. Clark Kent wags his tail proudly. He is prepared. Suddenly. Bank, bank, bank! There was a loud, urgent knocking rattling the front door. Jack and Stephanie exchange looks. Clark Kent barks wildly, jumping onto the couch like he's gearing up to fight crime. Okay, that's either a debt collector or a really aggressive Girl Scout. Stephanie gives him a look.

If it's a Girl Scout by the cookies, we need a backup plan.

Jack edges towards the door, hard pounding as the knocking grows even louder.

May I help you all? Or should I just assume we've won some kind of reality show?

From the center of the group, a tall, striking man steps forward. Cameras flash as a few onlookers snap quick photos of him. Stephanie's eyes widen with recognition.

Wait. I know you. You're that celebrity doctor.

Luke Jacobs, at your service.

Jack folds his arm, unimpressed. Why are you here?

Uh to do this, of course.

With theatrical flair, Luke kneels and kisses Stephanie's hand. Stephanie blushes despite herself.

I don't know whether to be flattered or assume you charge extra for that.

Luke chuckles, rising smoothly.

So can we ask what you're doing here?

A friend of mine asked me to take on your case.

For one of your miracle cases on TV?

No cameras, no interviews. She just asked me as a favor to review your treatment plan. Get you in touch with the right specialists.

Jack narrows his eyes, skeptical. And what do they get out of this? How much do we have to pay? Luke smiles as his assistant steps forward, holding out a form and pen. Nothing, if you sign this. Stephanie reaches for the pen, but Jack snatches it first, scanning the document. Yeah, no offense, but I'm gonna need to read the fine print before we sign anything. Last time someone said something was free, I ended up with a gym membership I couldn't cancel. Well, suit yourself. No rush.

Before we finalize anything, I need to ask you a few medical questions. I've reviewed your file, but I need a little more detail from you directly. Is that okay?

Jack hesitates, tense. I'm not comfortable with this. Stephanie shrugs, playing it cool.

Well, we can always go back to palliative care.

Jack sighs, defeated. Fine. Come in.

Luke gestures to his team as they enter. These are my assistants. They'll compile a full report for your new insurance provider. And don't worry. You will have to pay a cent. It's been taken care of. Jack frowns, suspicious.

By who? A hush falls over the room. From the back of the crowd, a woman in sunglasses pushes forward. She removes them slowly, and there she is. Diane Stewart. And Jack goes completely still.

Me.

Jack stares stunned into silence. Stephanie eyes them both, then leads towards Luke, whispering.

So, do I get another hand kiss? Or is that a one-time deal?

Luke grins, amused as the tension in the room hangs thick between Jack and Diane. Jack leads Diane to a quiet shaded corner of his backyard, away from prying eyes and eager ears. The soft rustle of leaves and the distant hum of conversation fill the space. But between them, a silence weighs heavy. They pull to a stop, and neither speaks. The past presses between them like a third person, unspoken, but impossible to ignore. So it's been a long time.

Some might say twelve years, but what do I know?

Jack huffs a laugh, shaking his head. And whose choice was that? Diane crosses her arms, her stance shifting.

I wasn't the one who cheated.

Jack's expression hardens, frustration flickering in his eyes. You and I both know I never cheated on you. Diane lets out a dry laugh, a mix of anger and disbelief.

Oh, really? So me walking into a room and finding you in bed with another woman, that wasn't cheating?

Jack exhales sharply, rubbing his temples. I went to a party, I got drunk, I crashed in the bed that wasn't mine, she walked in, fell asleep next to me, that's what happened. Diane folds her arms tighter, like she's holding herself together.

And I'm supposed to believe that. That's like saying if a bear chases me, catches me, and slaps me, it wasn't a bear. It was just a very aggressive tree.

Diane.

No, you broke my heart, Jack. I loved you. You were my everything, and in one night I felt like I didn't even know you anymore.

Jack takes a deep breath, trying to keep his voice even. You left. Diane stares at him, eyes flashing.

Because I had to, because staying would have been more painful than going.

The weight of their history lingers between them. Jack rubs the back of his neck, exhaling. I brought you here because I wanted to thank you for helping Stephanie. Diane blinks, caught off guard.

She's family, Jack.

Still, you two weren't exactly.

She's like a sister.

Jack nods, swallowing down emotion. Alright. I just wanted to say thank you. A shutter click breaks the moment. Jack stiffens, turning his head towards the balcony. Two photographers, long lenses aimed right at them, descend the stairs, closing in fast. Diane squares her shoulders, her mind working quickly.

Look, I don't have time to explain, but there's a condition to me helping you.

Jack raises an eyebrow. Okay. The photographers step closer, snapping photos. The flashes popping like mini explosions. Diane drops to one knee. Jack's breath catches, and a ring box appears in Diane's hand. The photographers go wild, capturing the moment from every possible angle. Diane meets Jack's stunned gaze. Steady and upcoming breath.

Jack Marston, will you do me the honor of being my husband?

Jack is frozen, utterly shocked, his mind short-circuiting. The cameras keep flashing, recordings every twitch, every flicker of emotion. Are you? Diane tilts her head, smiling slightly.

I'd say take your time, but we're on a bit of a deadline.

Jack glances at the flashing cameras. The eager photographer is waiting for a story. You gotta be kidding me. Diane grins, whispering just for him.

You always said I had a flare for the dramatic.

Jack lets out a breath, still processing, still completely floored. On this cliffhanger, we sound out.

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Jack steps out of the bathroom, steam billowing behind him. He's wearing a plush robe, his hair's still damp. Across the room, Diane sits cross-legged on the bed, flipping through a bicep magazine. Jack rubs his face, exasperated.

I can't believe it got roped into this.

Diane doesn't look up. It's a quick interview. Then we go dark. And then we break up. Simple.

My family's going to think it's real.

Diane finally looks up, smirking. Oh, are they mind readers? Or aliens with special abilities? Because otherwise, I don't see how. Jack folds his arms, unimpressed.

They'll see it in our eyes.

Diane snorts, flipping the page. What? Are you still in love with me? Jack scoffs instantly.

No.

Diane shrugs, sipping her coffee. Then how would they know? I mean, it's not like I'm in love with you either. Just the thought of you makes me physically ill. Jack places a hand on his heart, mock offended.

That's sweet.

Why don't you write that down in my next birthday card? Done. I'll add a postscript. May all your gifts be socks. Jack shakes his head, moving toward the dresser.

Fine. One interview, and then we're done.

Diane raises a finger. And a once-a-week interview piece leading up to the wedding. Jack freezes midstep.

What?

Diane casually takes another sip of coffee. Knew I forgot to mention something. Jack turns on his heel and storms out of the room. Diane grins to herself, flipping over the page. Wouldn't want to marry a man who can't handle surprises. Off Jack's muffled groan of frustration from the hallway. We aces back and forth, a storm brewing behind his eyes, while Stephanie sits at her vanity, expertly applying mascara.

She's completely out of order.

Oh, get a life. She's offering to save your sister's life to smooth over a slight publicity mishap. What's the downside here? You either have a living sister or your old feelings resurface, and let's be honest, that ship already left the dock.

The media will figure out the truth.

Stephanie rolls her eyes, setting down her makeup brush. How?

You're hopelessly still in love with her. She's an Oscar-winning actress. I don't see how anyone would question it.

Jack freezes, narrowing his eyes at her.

Where are you going?

Stephanie grabs her lipstick, unbothered.

Luke's taking me out to dinner to talk about my surgery.

Jack's protective instincts immediately kick in.

D dinner. Just dinner, right?

Yes. Just dinner. He's married, and I'm a failure at love.

Jack snorts, arms crossed.

Failure. Uh I replayed your past relationships in my head and failure? Doesn't even cover it. I'm thinking Titanic proportions.

Stephanie grabs a makeup sponge and throws it at him. Ha ha. Jack dodges, barely.

Can you just try to be mature about this whole Diane thing? She's doing a lot to help us. We should be thanking her. Jack huffs, rubbing his neck.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

A knock at the door. Hi, sorry to interrupt. The door swings open, revealing Maggie, Diane's assistant, clipboard in hand.

We need to go through a few questions. We can't risk you saying something wrong.

Like what?

Like the fact that your relationship with Diane is fake. Wait, it is?

Why didn't anyone tell me? Stephanie grabs her purse and exits, shaking her head dramatically. Maggie steps inside, shutting the door.

Alright. The story we're going with is You cheated on Diane before college and broke her heart. She moved away, devastated. Jack's jaw tightens.

I never cheated on her.

Yeah, well, that's the version we're selling.

Then change it.

Why?

Why does it matter? Because it's a lie. I don't want people thinking I was the villain in this story.

Maggie blinks, unimpressed.

Look, it's just a short-term PR fix to explain why you were at her premiere and why she decked you in front of the entire world. Jack crosses his arms.

No, I I'm friends with her family. Her brothers are like my brothers. Her her father and I still go fishing together. Her mother cleans my house just to have an excuse to check in on me. If I go along with this lie, it'll destroy all of that.

Maggie presses her lips together. Jack's eyes narrow.

You've already put it out there, haven't you?

Maggie winces. Yeah. Sorry. Jack groans, turning on his heel and marches out of the room.

I feel like that went well.

Off her smug grin, we Jack's storming down the hallway in search of Diane.

Jack steps into his living room and immediately freezes. The place is unrecognizable. Cameras, lights, a crew of women adjusting set pieces, rolling cables, and setting up what appears to be a full-blown TV interview stage. Jack's eye twitches.

Diane, we need to talk. Where are you?

A voice like a wrecking ball wrapped in silk cuts through the chaos. Jack rolls around, panic flaring in his eyes. Terry Metcalf, a striking woman in her late forties, stands near the cameras, arms crossed, looking at him like he's a very entertaining mistake. Come on, the hermie. Turn around for me. Jack chooses fight over flight and tries to back out of the room, but his heel catches on a table. A lamp topples. Jack goes down hard, landing flat on his back. Terry leans over him, smirking.

Last time I saw that face, they were waking up together.

Jack groans, slapping a hand over his face.

This isn't happening.

What's going on? Jack scrambles, avoiding eye contact with Terry like she's the IRS.

Um nothing. I was just telling Terry that this interview is a bad idea.

Oh, sweetie, I've ought to catch the check.

She flashes a grin, patting her expensive handbag. Why doing this? Jack looks to Diane, desperate.

Diane, this is a bad, bad idea.

That's funny, because I don't remember asking your opinion. Jack pinches the bridge of his nose.

Okay, follow-up question. If I jump off the roof, how quick will it take for me to die?

Depends. Do you want it quick and paintless or chargically gone out?

Jack glares. Diane crosses her arms, unimpressed. I'm going to ask one more time. What is going on? Terry gestures to the camera crew.

What's going on, Miss Great Television, darling?

The cameraman lifts his hand thumbs up.

At places everyone. Terry glides into position, her presence larger than life. Every moment practiced. Terry Metcalf reporting for Team Magazine UK. Jack's head snaps up.

Team magazine? Oh great. Now twelve year olds are gonna think I'm the devil.

Terry ignores him, powering through.

We're here with Diane and Jack. You may recall, we're involved in a very public, very ugly altercation last week. Jack groans. But the real story behind that moment will shock you in today's episode of.

She turns to the camera, delivering the line with maximum drama.

They are fair.

The cameraman lowers the camera. Jack stares at Diane, horrified. Diane slowly looks away, suddenly very invested in the ceiling. Jack throws his arms up.

Fantastic. Can't wait to have an entire country think I ruined your life.

Sweet heart, thy ove de do. Jack turns on his heel and storms out. That went well.

Diane closes her eyes and exhales as the cameras start rolling.

Diane sits beside him, glaring daggers, her entire body coiled with barely restrained rage.

Just so you know, this is a pre-record. The interview should be out in a week or so.

Across from them, Terry Metcalf poised, smirking, and relishing every second, leans toward the camera. The cameras roll.

So, Diane. Then we get the straight. Jack ended the relationship but immediately slipped into Beck, the first woman he met.

Yes. Jack winces.

The story feels familiar.

Jack raises a hand, defeated.

Uh can I go now?

In a minute. Jack sighs, staring at the ceiling like it's his last hope for salvation. Diane's eyes narrow. Why aren't you looking at her, Jack? Jack fidgets, clears his throat.

I I think we're done here.

Terry smiles like a cat playing with a wounded mouse.

Jack, you haven't told your fiance about our history.

Diane's head snaps toward him so fast it could cause whiplash. You two have a history? Jack opens his mouth. Nothing comes out. Terry leans back, savouring the moment. Oh, in college, Jack and I had a kind of um Diane crosses her arms, jaw tightening. A what? Jack looks like he's about to have a heart attack.

Please don't.

A hang.

Diane blinks. A thing?

While you two were together.

The room goes dead silent. Jack slowly exhales, already knowing where this is headed.

Run.

What? Diane lunges, hands reaching for Terry's throat. Jack springs up, catching Diane mid-air, throwing her over his shoulders before she can make contact. Diane kicks, thrashes, and swears like a sailor who's just stubbed his toe. I'm gonna kill you! Terry smooths down her blouse, completely unfazed. And that's a wrap. The cameraman lowers the camera, shaking his head in amusement.

Control says the ratings for this will be through the roof.

Terry grins, fixing her hair in the reflection of a nearby trophy.

Then my job here is done.

She grabs her bag and stands up, completely unbothered.

Let's go.

As the camera crew packs up, Jack carries Diane away, her muffled screaming fading into the distance. I swear to God, Jack, put me down.

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Jack sprints across the yard, his heart pounding as the camera crew's van starts pulling away. Thinking fast, he launches himself into the back of the van, gripping the edge for dear life. The van jerks to a stop. A very annoyed Terry Metcalf steps out, looking up at him with a mix of amusement and exasperation.

If you're trying to get yourself killed, you're doing a terrific job.

Jack slides off the van, landing with a stumble. He quickly straightens his shirt, ignoring the pain in his knee.

Sorry. I know. But I had to stop you.

Terry crosses her arms. If this is about the footage, you can forget it.

Terry, please, you can't release that tape.

Why not?

Because it'll ruin Diane's career.

Oh, Hunley. Diane's career was Ardyon life support before she tried to strangle me on national television.

Jack runs a hand through his hair, frustrated.

Is there anything I can do? I'll do anything to stop that tape from coming out.

Terry arches a brow, intrigued. Anything?

Yes, please.

Terry's lips curl into a slow, mischievous grin. Well, that is one thing. Jack nods desperately.

I'll do it. Say when and where, and I'll be there.

Terry's grin widens, full of dangerous delight. Oh, Jack, you're going to regret saying that. Jack's stomach drops.

It's not illegal, is it?

Terry waves him off, stepping back toward the van.

Uh no, no, just mildly humiliating. That's a problem for future you.

Jack stares at her, uneasy.

So should I be worried?

Jack's face falls.

You really want me to do that?

Terry pats his shoulder, a wicked gleam in her eyes.

Grab a suitcase, me to be here in Tim.

Jack opens his mouth to protest, but Terry is already turning back toward the van. Jack sighs, rubbing his face before storming off toward the house. Diane sits on the couch, shoulders slumped, her fury burned out into something quieter, sadder. Jack walks in, pausing when he sees the defeated look on her face. Just say it. My career is over. Jack folds his arms, raising an eyebrow.

You really need to keep that temper of yours in check.

I know. She lets out a humorous laugh, staring at the floor. It's just the thought of you and her together. It felt like watching a pigeon eat vomit, then immediately get run over by a truck. Jack grimaces.

That's uh very specific image.

And yet not inaccurate. I can't believe you cheated on me with her of all people.

I didn't.

Diane blinks.

Terry knew what would get a rise out of you. She wanted her ratings to explode. That's why she said what she said.

So you didn't cheat on me with her?

No.

Diane sags against the couch, realization hitting her like a brick wall. So I ruined my career for nothing? Jack sits down across from her.

Not yet. Meaning I negotiate a deal with Terry.

Diane lifts her head, skeptical. What sort of deal? Jack leans forward, serious.

First, she'll delete the footage.

Diane nods slowly.

Second, you'll need to do another sit-down interview where you publicly declare your long-term friendship with her.

Diane frowns. Why?

She's trying to get promoted to lead anchor at her network, but she needs star power backing her up. And well, you're her star power.

Diane lets out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. Okay, fine. That's easy enough. Jack hesitates.

She also wants me to travel to Texas with her.

Diane tilts her head. Why? Jack runs a hand through his hair.

She wants to introduce me as her boyfriend.

Diane's face drops. Oh, hell no. Jack holds up a hand.

Before you go nuclear again, it's not real.

Oh, sure. Where have I heard that one before? Jack groans, exasperated.

She's into women.

Diane pauses. Wait, what?

Yeah, but her great-grandmother is. let's just say stuck in her ways.

I read something about her sexuality before the interview. She's been out for decades.

Yeah, but her family never really acknowledged it. If her great-grandmother found out, Terry thinks it could literally kill her.

Diane leans back, processing. So you're telling me that after all of this, you're not pretending to be the fake boyfriend of the woman I almost assaulted on live TV. Jack grins rightly.

I'm versatile.

Diane rolls her eyes. Fine, do whatever you need to do. Jack nods, grabbing his back.

Good, because I need to leave right now.

Now?

Yep.

Before she can respond, Stephanie bursts into the room, practically glowing. I'm in love, and I don't care who knows it. Jack pauses midstep, looking at her like she's lost her mind.

Yeah, I do not have time to unpack this.

Jack heads for the door. Diane grabs his wrist, stopping him. He turns back, surprised. Diane's expression softens. Thank you. Jack blinks. For helping me clean up this mess. For saving me from my own stupidity. I was rash and you didn't have to step in, but you did. So thank you, and I'm sorry. Jack searches for her face, then nods.

You're welcome.

Diane leans up and kisses his cheek. Jack nods once more, then exits. Stephanie stares after him, then turns to Diane. So you and Luke? Stephanie grins.

Well duh. He's the most handsome man I've ever met. Diane winces.

Yeah, about that. What? He's married, hun. Stephanie blinks. He's what? Diane nods sympathetically. Yeah, he lied to you. Stephanie crosses her arms, stealing herself.

I'm fine. I just thought he was one of the good guys, you know? Like someone I can actually depend on. Diane nods, understanding. Like Monica and Chandler, or Uncle Phil and Vivian.

Diane snorts. You watch too many 90s sitcoms, hun. Stephanie forces a smile. She grabs her phone and exits. Diane watches her go, concerned. Will you be okay? Stephanie doesn't turn around. I'll survive. Stephanie pauses just outside her bedroom, phone in hand. She quickly types out a text. Wait five minutes, then knock on the back door. Let's get this party started. A few seconds later, a reply pings back. I can't wait. From Luke. Stephanie smiles, eyes gleaming.

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Low lighting, neon accents, and a DJ is playing music way too loud for casual conversation. Stephanie enters, visibly out of place in her casual clothes, looking like someone who accidentally walked into the wrong club, but decided to commit to the bit. She glances around, finds an empty booth, and takes a seat, drumming her fingers anxiously on the table. Outside, Diane leans against the window, watching. Jack jogs up, slightly out of breath.

I thought that guy was married.

Oh, he is.

Jack blinks. Then why is he in a shady bar with my sister? Diane shrugs, deadpan.

Why else? They're here for their book club.

Jack gives her a look. What no one has a book club meet. Diane waits, silently sipping her drink. Haha, I'm dumb.

Took you long enough.

Jack exhales, rubbing his temples. How long has this been going on?

Weeks.

Jack's mouth drops open.

And I'm just now finding out. I sent you a message about it last week.

Jack pulls out his phone, scrolling. Diane tilts her head, considering.

Oh wait, scratch that. After I sent it, I had second thoughts. So I hacked your phone and deleted the messages.

Jack slowly looks up at her, horrified.

And honestly, feel super proud of myself for it. I'm kind of a bitch.

Jack lets out a long sigh.

I'm confronting them.

Jack marches towards the door, determined. Just as he's about to step inside, man approaches Stephanie and Luke's table. Luke immediately stands, shoulders squared, ready to throw hands. The man leads in, intrigued.

Who's the handsome chisel guy?

Jack runs. Uh that's Antonio, Stephanie's ex-boyfriend. He's been out of town for a while.

And he's back in town too.

Before she can finish, Antonio decks Luke, leading him straight back into the booth. Jack's eyes widen. Well. That escalated. Luke clutches his jaw, blinking. Antonio spins on his heel and storms towards the exit. Stephanie scrambles after him, weaving through the tables.

Antonio, come on, it meant nothing.

Jack and Diane watch as Stephanie chases Antonio out. Wow, this is a real mess. Diane claps her hands together, delighted.

But kind of dramatic, like a Nora Efron movie.

Jack glares. This is real people's lives.

Yes, which is why I love it.

Jack pinches the bridge of his nose.

Why else would I say it? Get with the program, Jack.

Jack groans but follows as Stephanie chases after Antonio down the street. Diane grins to herself and strolls after them, completely unbothered. The front door slams shut. Stephanie storms inside, her eyes red and glossy, jaw clenched like she's holding back a hurricane of emotions. Jack, lounging on the couch with the book, slowly lowers it, already sensing trouble. He won't talk to me. Jack shuts his book and stands, stretching before walking over. Yeah, I don't blame him.

He dumped me on Valentine's Day. He refused to tell me why. I get cancer, I go through months of treatment, and he ghosts me while I'm fighting for my life. And then I have my surgery. I get the all clear, and suddenly he's back in town pretending everything's fine? Like I'm the bad guy.

She spins on Jack, hands on her hips.

How the hell is this my fault?

Jack crosses his arms, leaning against the couch. Well, to start off, you dumped him first when you thought you had a shot with that Brad Pitt scammer. Stephanie's face twists in outrage. I You broke his heart, called him a weak substitute for an A-list lifestyle, and then threatened him with a restraining order when he showed up with a Valentine's Day card. Stephanie opens her mouth but then closes it. Jack nods, satisfied. So, yeah, totally not your fault.

Can you please just take my side on this?

Jack plops down beside her, leveling her with a look. Sis, what does that man actually mean to you? Stephanie scoffs, waving a hand dismissively.

He's a man I really dig.

Jack blinks at her. That's like saying, I'm at Walmart and I really like this mustard-colored shirt. It's meaningless. And come on, also, no one says that. Nobody says dig anymore.

Okay, fine.

Jack leans in, lowering his voice. You know why your relationship was in trouble in the first place. Stephanie shakes her head furiously.

No.

All you have to do is admit that you love and adore him, and that you can't see a future without him. Stephanie fidgets uncomfortably.

I can't see it.

Jack waits, eyebrow raised.

But to love someone? That's not something I'm ready to do.

Jack tilts his head, skeptical. Not ready to? Would you rather eat vomit than ever say that to someone? Stephanie narrows her eyes.

Both.

Jack throws his hands up. Alright, then get ready to live a life without the love of your life. Stephanie stands abruptly, heading for the stairs.

If you can do it, then so can I.

Jack watches her go, shaking his head. His phone buzzes. Text from Diane. Luke's trying to find the guy who punched him. He wants to press charges. Also, I'm with Antonio. He's heartbroken. What's our move? Jack rubs his temple, exhaling sharply. And he types back. Let's play games with Stephanie. Your movie premieres tonight, right? Know any hot celebrities looking for a date? Diane's reply comes in almost instantly. I might know one or two. Leave it with me.

Oh, this is going to be fun.

A lavish red carpet event, cameras flashing, fans screaming, and reporters scrambling for quotes. It's the premiere of Diane's new movie, Miss Hotsha, a throwback rom-com Send the 2000s, starring Timothy Chalamet and Zendaya, where two women battle for one man's love. Celebrities arrive, one by one, stepping out of blacked-out SUVs, draped in designer wear, posing with the ease of people who know they look incredible. Then, a black luxury car pulls up.

Jack, let me put it this way: this isn't just necessary. This is war.

Jack grimaces. Right, because nothing says maturity like weaponizing the red carpet. Diane tightens her grip on his arm.

You say that like it's a bad thing.

Flashbulbs explode as Antonio and Freya exchange a look, effortlessly playing their part. Diane and Jack step forward, mirroring the move. Jack forcing a smirk for the cameras.

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Stephanie sits on the couch, staring at the TV, flipping between rage and nausea as E news covers the premiere. Her phone buzzes rapidly, furious texts rolling in. First text being from Hannah. Antonio is back? Another text from cousin Tony. Why is Antonio dating Freya Hampton? I thought you two were the Kelsey and Taylor of normal people. The text from the aunt.

What the hell did you do this time? You keep throwing him away like trash! When will you wake up and stop pushing him away?

Stephanie's fingers tighten around her phone, eyes locked onto the screen. And there they are, Antonio and Freya. Looking ridiculously perfect together, smiling, leaning in, whispering like lovers in their own world. Stephanie is caught between staring and whining to be sick. She clutches the remote, her breathing unsteady. Then she finally slams the TV off and hurls her phone against the wall. It bounces off, lands on the floor, and buzzes again.

Antonio Rodriguez, you're under arrest. You have the right to remain silent.

Antonio groans, rubbing his temples.

Oh, for the love of seriously.

Jack whirls towards Stephanie, eyes wide. You called the cops on him? Stephanie gasps, clutching her chest dramatically.

How dare you accuse me of something so accurate?

Antonio shoots her a glare.

Unbelievable.

Diane crosses her arms, watching the scene unfold like a soap opera.

Okay, then why are they here? Or do you have some government-issued microchip in your head and they just magically figured this all out?

Stephanie rolls her eyes.

No, he pushed me into this. I've been getting nonstop texts from everyone asking why Antonio is with Freya Hampton, which, by the way, I know is a setup to make me jealous.

Jack snorts. Yeah, and it worked. Stephanie huffs, avoiding eye contact.

That's not the point.

Antonio shakes his head, frustrated.

Oh, I'd love to hear what the point actually is. Because right now, the only point I see is me getting shoved into the back of a police car.

Jack turns to Stephanie, arms crossed. Okay, so what's the long-term plan here? Stephanie shrugs innocently.

Simple. I keep him away from Freya, and then I'll get Luke to drop the charges.

Diane bursts out laughing.

Right, because you and Luke are so tight.

Jack nods, amused. Yeah. Luke isn't stupid. He knows Antonio is the one you really want. He won't drop the charges. He'll want to punish the both of you. Stephanie waves him off.

You don't know that for sure.

Oh, I can guarantee it. Diane leans against the wall, smirking.

Meanwhile, the guy you actually like is about to spend the night in county jail.

Stephanie groans, throwing her head back dramatically.

Fuck! Why is love so hard?

Jack Deadbans. It's only hard when dumb people make dumb mistakes. Antonio nods along with a dry chuckle.

For once, I agree with him.

Diane claps her hands together.

Alright, we need to fix this. First things first. Jack, go see Luke and convince him to drop the charges.

Jack blinks. Uh how? Diane shrugs, unbothered.

I don't know. You'll think of something. And if you can't, that's why they invented Chat GPT, right?

Jack stares at her, Tadpan. Great. Thanks for the help. Diane pants his shoulder.

That's what best friends are for.

Jack grumbles under his breath and heads towards the door. Diane turns back to Stephanie.

Alright. You and I? We're having a heart-to-heart.

Stephanie groans, collapsing onto the couch.

Yay! I can't wait. It won't at all feel like walking into a remote shop while wearing a tricky suicide vest.

Diane grins, cracking her knuckles.

I'd be scared by those words, but this isn't my first radio in the Stephanie Arena.

Stephanie grabs a pillow and screams into it. Diane smiles, sitting down beside her like a therapist about to fix a very messy case. A quaint suburban house, perfectly manicured lawn. The kind of place where secrets should not exist, but do. The front door swings open, revealing Samantha. She eyes Jack curiously, one hand resting on her belly. Can I help you? Jack pauses, a light bulb moment flashing across his face. He plasters on a charming smile. Hi, ma'am.

Hey, Jack, buddy. What are you doing here?

Jack grins mischievously. Oh, nothing. Just about to have a very interesting conversation with your lovely wife about a mutual acquaintance you and I have been spending a lot of time with lately. Luke's entire body stiffens.

Hey, uh, let's let's talk by your car.

He throws an arm around Jack's shoulders and steers him away from the house at lightning speed.

Honey, I won't be long. He's just a work colleague.

Samantha narrows her eyes but trunks, closing the door.

Luke drags Jack down the driveway.

Jack leans against his car, arms crossed. Drop the charges. Luke snorts, folding his arms.

The guy decked me.

Yeah, and you were screwing his woman behind your pregnant wife's back. So let's just call it even and move on. Luke glares. Still needs to pay. Jack grins, turning on his heel and marching straight back towards the front door. Luke's eyes widen. Alright, alright. I'll drop him. Jack pauses, turning back with a smirk. Right now, or I'll release a press statement so devastating your entire reputation will be reduced to nothing but charbermaints and regret.

Fine.

Happy now? Jack grins, patting Luke's shoulder, like they're old friends. No, but your misfortune helps. Jack whistles happily as he heads to his car, leaving Luke standing in his driveway, glaring at his phone like it personally betrayed him. Stephanie sits curled up on the couch, arms crossed like a human force. Her expression hardened but tired. Diane leans against the armrest, watching her, waiting.

Before you start, I know exactly what you're going to say.

Oh, good. Saves me the trouble. Let's skip to the part where you realize you're an idiot.

Stephanie rolls her eyes, unimpressed.

Antonio doesn't understand. You don't understand. None of you do.

Diane tilts her head, waiting.

People act like love is this grand magical thing that fixes everything. But it's not. It's temporary. Situational. People love when it's convenient, and when it stops being convenient, they leave.

Diane's smile fades.

This is about your parents.

Stephanie laughs dryly.

Gee, you think? My dad went through three wives before I turned twelve. My mom still calls her exes on holidays like she's shopping for a replacement. You think that kind of revolving door romance doesn't screw with a kid's head?

Diane softens slightly, but stays firm.

Stephanie, not all love is like that.

Stephanie snorts.

Yeah. Name one example of love that actually lasts. Jack and I are still friends. And I seem mentally stable. Both lies. Try again.

Diane inhales deeply. Resetting.

Alright. Your brother, he would do anything for you.

Stephanie waves her off.

That's not the same thing. Love is different when it's romantic.

Diane thinks for a second, then brightens.

Fine. Antonio.

Stephanie's jaw tightens.

He's stuck around even when you pushed him away. Because he's stupid. Because he loves you.

Stephanie shakes her head, arms still tightly crossed.

That's his mistake, not mine.

Diane groans, standing up.

Ugh. Okay, let's fast forward. Ten years from now, you wake up alone, in abed meant for two, and realize you let go of one person who actually fought for you.

Stephanie's face flickers a shadow of doubt, quickly smothered.

Or ten years from now, I wake up alone and unbothered because I never let a man ruin me the way my mom let men ruin her.

Diane exhales, pinching the bridge of her nose.

I don't have the patience for your therapy-resistant personality right now.

Stephanie smirks, but it's hollow.

Fine. I'll put it in another way.

Diane steps closer, her tone shifting gentler now and more careful.

Stephanie, I know you. You'd rather ruin something first than wait for it to fall apart on its own.

Stephanie's breath hitches, but she doesn't break.

You don't believe in love because if you admit it's real, then you have to admit that losing it would destroy you.

Stephanie goes still. Diane leans in just a little.

But here's the thing: you already love Antonio, and if you keep this up, you're not going to avoid the pain. You're just going to choose a different kind of it.

A long, heavy silence follows. Stephanie swallows hard, looking away. Diane kneels in front of her, softer now.

Look, love isn't perfect. It's not supposed to be. It's messy and terrifying, but so is life.

Stephanie's eyes shine with emotion, but she doesn't speak. Diane squeezes her hands gently.

You can't let your parents' failures decide your future. That's their story, not yours.

Finally, Stephanie lets out a shaky breath.

What if I ruin it?

Diane smiles softly.

Then at least you'll know it was yours to ruin.

Stephanie laughs once, wiping her eyes.

God, you're annoying when you're right.

Diane grins, standing up.

You should see me when I'm gloating.

Stephanie sniffs, then nods.

Okay, I'll talk to him.

Diane raises a brow.

Like an actual talk or one of your, I'm just going to sabotage this conversation just enough so I can justify running away. Talks.

Stephanie rolls her eyes.

Actual talk.

Diane beams.

Then let's go fix your mess.

Stephanie stands, exhales, and follows her out.

Diane stands near the curb, arms crossed tightly, watching the scene unfold inside Stephanie's car. Through the windshield, Stephanie and Antonio are locked in a deep, desperate kiss. The kind that comes after too much time wasted, too many mistakes made, and too much love still left to give. Diane's jaw tightens, her fingers tapping impatiently against her elbow. A car pulls up beside her. Jack's. He leans over, rolling down the window. Alright. Why don't you need a ride?

Because mine's occupied.

Jack frowns, following her gaze. His eyes widen as he finally registers the heated reunion happening a few feet away. Wait, they made up? Diane tilts her head, unimpressed.

Not just that.

She exhales, watching as Antonio rests his forehead against Stephanie's, murmuring something only meant for her. Stephanie laughs through happy tears, brushing his hair back. Diane's voice softens. There's a weight behind it.

Three minutes before you showed up, Antonio proposed.

Jack blinks, stunned. You're kidding. Diane shakes her head. A small smirk playing on her lips.

He's been carrying that ring for years. The same one Stephanie picked out a long time ago. Back when she actually believed in love.

Jack leans back in his seat, letting that sink in. And she said yes. Diane nods. Jack exhales, shaking his head in reluctant admiration. Oh damn. Well, they finally worked their shit out. Diane's gaze flickers back to Jack Sharp. No way.

That just leaves us.

Jack's shoulders tense immediately. Oh, don't start this again. Diane turns to face him fully, her expression unreadable.

Jack, you can pretend all you want, but we keep ending up here.

Jack clinches his jaw, gripping the steering wheel. You and I live in different worlds, Diana.

Right. Your favorite excuse.

Except you don't seem to have a problem with it when Jack's foot slams on the gas, his tires screeching as the car lurches forward. Diane takes a sharp step back, watching as he peels out of the parking lot without another word. She scoffs, clenching her fists, her body tight with frustration. Diane watches his tailgates fade into the distance, her expression shifting. Anger, hurt, and beneath it all, determination.

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Jack stands in the center, hands sweaty, heart pounding as he tries to channel everything he's got into this one shot. Audition number one. Oppenheimer. Jack adjusts his suit jacket, standing before the panel.

Go ahead, whenever you're ready.

Jack inhales deeply, channeling every ounce of seriousness into his performance. Now I am become death. The destroyer of worlds. A long silence follows. The casting team exchanges looks.

That was something.

Jack nods, hopeful.

But we're looking for something less um sitcom dead.

Jack's face falls. Audition number two. Barbie. Jack stands confidently, a perfect pastel-colored shirt tucked into his beach-ready chinos. Alright, Jack, whenever you're ready. Jack clears his throat, then grins dramatically. Hi, Barbie! The casting team nods politely. I'm just Ken. The assistant tries to suppress a laugh. The casting director sighs.

Look, we appreciate your enthusiasm, but we're not looking for Ken, but confused.

Jack nods stiffly, grabbing his bag. Right. Totally. Makes sense. Audition number three. Dune, part two. Jack stands in a dark robe, channeling mystery and intensity. Alright, this is a big scene. We need commanding presence, the fate of Arrakis is at stake. Jack nods in a deep breath, then dramatically steps forward. Fear is the mind kill His voice cracks. A cough echoes from the back of the room. Jack clears his throat, trying again. Fear is the A horrifying pause follows after that sneeze.

This scene is all about urgency and confidence. Go for it.

Jack sprints forward, pretending to jump. He slips on his own shoe, flailing mid-air, and face plants directly onto the mat. An awkward silence follows. And the assistant muffles a laugh, while Jack runs into the floor. Alright, I think we have what we need. Audition number five, The Last of Us. Jack stands opposite a very serious reader, playing a hardened survivor.

This is an emotional scene. You've just lost the only person you've ever trusted. Bring it home.

Jack inhales, then exhales shakily, eyes watering. You have no idea what loss is. A long pause follows. The casting director leans forward. There's a flicker of hope in Jack's eyes. Then that was interesting.

Jack tenses.

Totally.

Yeah.

Jack steps out of the casting building, shoulders slumped, staring at the string of rejection emails popping up on his phone. A long sigh escapes him. His dream is slipping through his fingers, and no one even knows he's been chasing it. Then, his phone buzzes. A message from Diane reading, Jack, we need to talk. I know what you've been doing.

Jack freezes and his stomach drops.

Diane sits at a corner booth, stirring her already lukewarm latte with the frustration of a woman wronged. Jack slides into the seat across from her, looking wary but determined.

What the hell, Jack?

Jack winces.

You were supposed to be my date to Antonio and Stephanie's engagement party, and you flaked on me.

Yeah, so I had a work thing. Diane stares at him, unimpressed.

This is the part where you explain what the work thing was, considering I pay you a wage to be my fake fiance, and you've never mentioned having a real job before.

Just you know, the work thing. Diane leans in, eyes narrowing.

Are you dating someone?

Jack grins slowly, watching her carefully. Wow, I can see the literal fear in your eyes right now. Kinda want to twist the nutges to see what happens.

Dick.

I accept that.

Look, if you're not dating someone, then what the hell are you doing?

Nothing strange.

Which means you are.

I'm not.

Jack, you once said the biggest lie people tell is I'm fine. You're giving me I'm fine energy right now. And I don't buy it.

Jack glances towards the door, planning his escape.

Well, since you refuse to be honest with me, Stephanie wants an explanation as to why you dodged her engagement party.

Jack groans, rubbing his face.

I told her we'd meet in ten minutes.

Can't.

And why not?

I have a meeting with a client. Diane throws her hands up.

That's weird, because we've already established you don't work.

Look, I I just can't, okay? Jack's phone buttons. He glances at the screen, his face lights up like Christmas morning. It's a text from his casting agent reading.

Believe it or not, I now believe in miracles. Cause you just gotta call back. How? Maybe I can bottle and sell it. Get to my office now.

Jack jumps up, throwing some cash on the table. Gotta go. Bye. He bolts for the door. Diane gapes after him, incredulous.

Jack!

But he's gone. Diane sits there for a long beat, processing what just happened. She slowly sips her coffee, then pulls out her phone as she texts to Stephanie. Jack bailed. Again. On the bright side, I think I just figured out what the idiot's been hiding. She smirks to herself, already scheming. Stephanie descends the stairs, balancing a box full of moving stuff in her arms. Antonio follows behind, effortlessly grabbing the box from her before she can protest. I got it.

It's been a long time coming, huh?

Diane tilts her head, unimpressed.

No, and why would Antonio willingly sleep in the same house as you when he knows you wear a full-on horror movie mask to bed?

Stephanie gasps dramatically, clutching her heart.

Excuse you, that mask is good for my skin. It's bad for Antonio's heart.

Antonio pokes his head in from outside, grinning. I've made peace with it. Diane stares at him like he's lost his mind.

Stockholm Syndrome. Got it.

Stephanie rolls her eyes and changes the subject.

Hey, did you ever find out why Jack skipped my engagement party?

Diane sighs, shaking her head.

Nope. He refused to explain. It's weird. It's like he's dodging us.

Stephanie wanders over to the side table, grabbing something off the top. She holds up a stack of papers.

Speaking of weird, I found one of your scripts in the back room while I was packing.

Diane frowns, walking over.

My scripts?

I've never Stephanie flips through the pages.

It is one of your scripts, right?

Diane takes the pages and skims them. Her eyes suddenly widen.

No.

She glances at the tile page, her expression shifting into something far more intrigued.

But I'm even more determined to find out what your brother is up to.

Stephanie leans in, excited.

Ooh, do we get to snoop? Because I'm always down for chaos.

Diane pulls out her phone, dialing quickly. She pauses, glancing at the script again, smirking.

It's urgent.

Stephanie clasps her hands together, grinning.

I just love when we go full detective mode.

Diane grins, locking eyes with her.

Let's ruin your brother's day.

Stephanie cheers quietly as Diane steps outside, already plotting.

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A prestigious but sterile casting office, lined with headshots of past Hollywood success stories. The casting director, a suave middle-aged man in an expensive blazer, sits at a long table with his team of assistants, producers, and executives. Jack stands before them, dressed in a terrible Shrek costume, the fabric cheap, the ears slightly lopsided, and the green paint unevenly smeared across his face. But none of that matters. Jack is giving it everything he's got.

Jack, that was phenomenal!

Jack grins like an idiot, his heart pounding in excitement. Really? The casting director steps forward, clapping Jack on the shoulder.

The role is yours.

Jack exhales, overwhelmed with joy. Oh my god, I I don't even know what to say.

Then don't say anything. Just go celebrate. You've earned this.

Jack nods rapidly, shaking everyone's hands, trying to keep his composure, but his hands are shaking with excitement. He grabs his bag, throws one last grateful look to the room, and exits with a massive smile. The door shuts behind him. A long silence follows, but then the entire room erupts into laughter.

Oh my god. That was the worst audition I have ever seen.

The casting director wipes a tear from his eye, still laughing.

Did you see him? He actually thought we were serious. I almost pissed myself when he said the onions line. He was so proud of himself, too. God, I thought I was gonna break character when he started getting all emotional. Oh wow, the roll is mine!

They all burst into laughter again. Then the door creaks open. Jack steps back inside, having forgotten his jacket on a chair, and he freezes. The room freezes too, but just for a moment. And then someone snickers. Jack's stomach drops. The casting director exhales, shaking his head, still laughing.

Oh. Hey, Jack.

Jack's eyes dart around the room, the smirks, the stifled laughs, and the cruel glances. He slowly picks up his jacket, his hands suddenly shaking for an entirely different reason, and a deafening silence fills the room. Then, Diane enters. She stroll in confidently, her face lighting up when she sees Jack.

Hey, I just got your message. What's all this about you booking a role?

Jack doesn't answer. Diane glances around, immediately sensing the shift in energy. She sees the smirks, the mocking eyes, the casting director still suppressing a grin. And she sees Jack's face. The realization hits her all at once. Jack's jaw tightens, his eyes flicker towards her, full of humiliation and defeat. Then he bolts. Jack pushes past her, nearly running for the door.

Jack, wait!

But he's already gone. The door swings shut behind him. Diane slowly turns back to the room, her expression darkening. The casting team watches her, some looking awkward, some still holding back their laughter. The casting director clears his throat, shrugging.

Well, that was awkward.

Diane steps forward, her voice low and sharp.

You humiliated him.

Oh, relax, he'll get over it.

Diane tilts her head, sizing them up.

Yeah? You know what I think?

She grabs Jack's abandoned audition script off the table.

I think in about 20 minutes, half of Hollywood's gonna hear about how this casting team lured a guy in, gave him false hope, then mocked him behind his back.

The room goes silent. Diane leans in, voice cold as ice.

And trust me, I know how to spin a story.

The casting director's smirk fades. Diane drops the script on the table with a sharp slap, then storms out after Jack. Jack is walking fast, his hands clenched into fists, his face an unreadable mask of emotion.

Jack!

He doesn't stop. Diane catches up to him, stepping in front of his path. Jack finally meets her gaze, his expression completely shattered. Then his voice comes out hollow. I really thought. He swallows hard, looking away. Diane softens, her voice gentle.

I know.

Jack clenches his jaw, blinking rapidly. Then, without another word, Jack turns and walks away. Diane watches him go, her heart sinking. For the first time, Jack truly looks like a man who has just lost his dream. Diane sits behind the wheel, Jack slumped beside her, looking like a man who just got chewed up and spat out by his own dream. She watches him for a moment, then finally.

Since when have you wanted to be an actor?

Jack lets out a slow, tired exhale. Since forever. Diane frowns, processing. You just had the stable home and the right opportunities to follow through with it. Diane blinks, caught off guard.

I I never knew.

Jack snorts, shaking his head. Come on. You know how excited I get whenever you got new scripts from your acting classes? I was always the first to offer to read with you.

I thought you were just being a good boyfriend.

Jack gives her a look. No. It's always been my dream. Diane leans back in her seat, guilt flickering across her face.

Then why the hell didn't you come to me?

I could have I wanted to do it my way. Diane opens her mouth, but Jack cuts her off. I didn't want to hand out Di. I wanted to earn it myself. If you helped me, it would have felt like your success, not mine.

That's ridiculous. Friends help each other all the time.

This is different. Diane lets out a breath, thinking.

Alright, fine. Have you been going to acting classes?

Jack fidgets. Just one or two. Diane stares at him, exasperated.

Jack, being an actor means learning the craft. You can't go to one or two classes and think you'll have a career at the end of it. You have to put in the hours.

Jack glances at her. Do you still go to classes? Diane lets out a laugh.

Hell yes. I put in six hours a week, and if I had time, I'd put in more.

Jack raises an eyebrow. You, the woman who's won two Oscars. Diane grins.

Damn right. You never stop learning. Acting isn't about being perfect, it's about finding new layers to what you do.

Jack nods slowly, thinking it over. I guess you're right. A knock on the window makes them both jump. It's Maggie, Diane's assistant, holding up an envelope. Diane rolls down the window.

Get this to Hollywood Reporter with the headline and story I wanted.

Maggie grins. On it. Leave it with me. She peers into the car, smirking at Jack. Hi, handsome. Diane snatches the envelope back for a second. Go. Alright. Grouch. Maggie laughs and walks off, heading towards her car. Jack watches her go, then turns back to Diane. Diane drums her fingers on the steering wheel, then casually.

How would you like to do some scenes with Seth Rogan and Leonardo DiCaprio?

Jack turns, stunned. You're joking.

Nope. Serious as a tax audit.

Jack stares at her. You can seriously arrange that? Diane tosses her hair over her shoulder, smirking.

Hello, I'm an A-lister. I can get anyone into those acting classes.

Jack squints, skeptical. And what exactly do you have to do to make that happen?

Probably promise to date one of them for a week and act like I'm madly in love with them.

Jack laughs, shaking his head. Hollywood is so weird.

Welcome to the circus, babe.

A comfortable silence follows. Jack leans back, a small smile creeping onto his face. Thanks. I guess I owe you one. Diane grins, tilting her head.

Actually, you do.

Jack raises an eyebrow. Here we go.

Dinner tomorrow night.

Jack pauses a moment. Like an actual dinner? Diane nods, playful but serious.

A date.

Jack stares at her, searching her face. Diane leans in slightly, lowering her voice.

Do you know how many people would grab that offer like it was their last meal?

Jack lets out a short laugh. Hell yes. Oh. Jack pauses for a second, then smirks. Yeah. I'll go out with you. Diane pretends to be unaffected, but there is a flicker of something else behind her smile. She starts the car, her face lit up with hope. As they drive off, Jack steals a glance at her. Something warm settling in his chest. Maybe. Just maybe. He hasn't lost everything after all.

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The chimer wood creaks under your feet, and the smell of stale beer and lost dreams lingers in the air. Jack sits alone at a corner table, visibly nervous, fidgeting with his pint. Door swings open. A British man in his 70s, sharp suit slightly weathered, strides in with the confidence of a man who's seen it all. This is Neville Wright, Jack's aging acting agent, a man who probably once owned Hollywood but lost it in a poker game.

One for excitement, one for regret.

Jack raises a brow, unimpressed.

Which one am I supposed to drink first? You'll have to figure that out in about 48 hours.

Jack leans forward, impatient.

Why'd you want to see me so soon?

Neville takes a slow sip, letting the anticipation drag out. Then with a grin sharper than a knife fight in a phone booth. Jack sits up straighter, his fingers tightening around his pine glass.

What do you mean?

Neville leans in, eyes glinting with victory.

How would you like a three-year contract? A two-year extension of the chosen hood? A two million power salary? And the best part!

Jack waits, heart pounding.

You'd be working with dick blood.

Jack's eyes go wide. You're kidding?

I never kid about money.

Jack laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. What's the show?

Spectrum Victim's United.

Jack's smile falters slightly.

Wait, that film's in New York.

Neville nods slowly, waiting for Jack to connect the dots.

How long's the filming schedule?

Jack leans back, staring at his pint.

That's too long.

Neville laughs, shaking his head.

Now come on, son, we're talking serious money. A career-changing rule. A franchise that never dies.

Jack doesn't respond. Neville studies him, suddenly understanding. Jack glances away, avoiding the question.

Look, Jack, you and I both know this town is dying. Half the industry's already moved elsewhere. It's not like you've got anything tying here.

Jack opens his mouth to argue, then his phone buzzes. He glances at the caller ID. It reads, Fluffy. Diane. He hesitates. Then he declines the call. Neville smirks knowingly.

Cast interactors a 48-hour window before they move on to the next guy in the list.

Jack nods absently, still staring at his phone.

So be smart. Think about these.

Jack looks up.

And for all our sakes, make the right choice.

Neville downs his pint in one go, gives Jack a final pat on the shoulder, and strides out. Jack sits there, alone again, the weight of the decision settling onto his shoulders. He picks up his beer, stares at it for a beat, then drinks from both pints. Diane sits in front of a mirror, methodically wiping off her makeup, her expression blank, her movements almost robotic. The trailer door swings open, and Maggie strides in, holding two coffees, one for Diane, one for herself.

Well, the press is already buzzing about your breakup. They're sympathetic given the circumstances, but still eating it up. What?

We haven't even announced the breakup yet. That's not supposed to happen until next month. Maggie tilts her head, unimpressed.

Right. So how could you just let him go like that?

Diane blinks at her reflection, unfazed. How about we start with hi? Maybe a brief outline of the topics we'll discuss, and then move on to you blurting out whatever's on your mind. Maggie rolls her eyes, waving off the sarcasm.

You don't know?

Diane finally turns to face her, tossing her makeup wipe into the counter. Don't know what? Maggie hesitates, shifting awkwardly.

Look, you're not hearing it from me, okay?

Diane scoffs. Maggie, just spit it out. Maggie exhales, then drops the bomb.

Jack just landed his first major gig.

Diane freezes. Maggie holds up a finger.

And before you ask, yes, he still has to confirm it.

Diane leans back, forcing an indifferent expression. That's nice for him, but why is this such a big deal? Maggie arches a brow, sipping her coffee. It's in New York. Diane's shoulders tense.

And Neville, his agent, who also happens to be a golf buddy of Chris's, says the filming schedule is nine to ten months per year.

Diane's lips part slightly, but she says nothing. And the contract? Maggie takes another long sip of her coffee, then three years. Possibly five. Diane closes her eyes for a beat, then mutters. Fuck. Maggie nods sympathetically, perching on the edge of the counter.

Yeah. That about sums it up.

Diane stares at nothing in particular, processing. Maggie, attempting optimism, shrugs. It could still work out. Diane shoots her a look. In what universe?

I don't know. A fake one where there's unicorns, flying pigs, and we all have clear skin without a skincare routine?

Diane lets out a short, bitter laugh, then runs a hand through her hair. I've lost him. Maggie leans forward, serious now.

You don't know that for sure.

Diane stares down at the coffee cup in her hands, uncertain. He might not go. Diane swallows hard, staring at her own reflection again.

If he loves you, he'll stay.

Diane presses her lips together, trying to mask the doubt creeping in. Because for the first time, she's not sure if he does.

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A grand cathedral style church decorated with soft white florals, bathed in the glow of stained glass windows. Stephanie and Antonio stand at the altar, hands clasped, gazing at each other with love and certainty. Jack, standing beside Antonio as the best man, adjusts his tie. He sneaks a glance at Diane, who stands opposite him in a studding bridesmaid dress, bouquet in hand. She catches his gaze, but But there's something in her eyes, something unresolved.

Do you, Antonio, take Stephanie to be your lawfully weighted wife?

Antonio, beaming, doesn't hesitate.

I do.

Stephanie smiles through happy tears.

And do you, Stephanie, take Antonio to be your lawfully weighted husband?

A flicker of hesitation. Then? I do. The church reaps and gave paws as the couple shows the pink girl and Jack claps Antonio's shoulder, grinning. Diane wipes away a small tear, trying to ignore the ache in her chest. As the guests cheer, the newlyweds walk down the aisle together, hand in hand, followed by their wedding party. Diane and Jack walk together behind them, the church doors opening onto the sunlit streets where the wedding cars await to take them to the reception.

Everyone's leaving.

Diane doesn't move. The sound of guests filtering out fades into the background noise. She grips her bouquet tighter, her expression unreadable. You're really not going to tell me, are you? Jack's face tenses.

Tell you what?

About New York? Jack stiffens. A long, thick silence. Diane's eyes blaze with anger, her voice low but dangerous. You've had 32 hours to say something, Jack. Jack runs a hand through his hair, shifting uncomfortably.

I was going to tell you when?

On the plane? Jack sighs.

Diane, this isn't easy for me either.

She lets out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. Really? Because from where I'm standing, it looks real easy for you. Jack steps closer, voice lowering.

You think this is what I wanted? You think I wanted to have to choose?

Diane crosses her arms, defensive, hurt. There is no choice here, Jack. You don't have to go. Jack's jaw tightens, frustration flashing in his eyes.

Yes, I do.

He takes a step closer, his voice urgent.

You could come with me. I mean, it's not like you're chained to the city.

Diane lets out a sharp breath, shaking her head. Jack, I have three films lined up, back to back, for the next 12 months. Contracts signed, sealed, delivered. I can't just walk away. Jack scoffs, his bitterness barely contained.

And I don't have a career at all yet.

Diane's expression softens, but there's a desperation behind her words. Jack, you don't need to prove anything to anyone. Jack laughs bitterly, shaking his head.

Yeah, it's easy for you to say. You already made it.

Jack exhales sharply, his voice growing frustrated.

It's my dream, Diane. The thing I've wanted since I was a kid.

And what about me? Jack doesn't answer. Diane swallows, her voice breaking slightly. We finally got here, Jack. We finally figured it out, and now you're just walking away. Jack's face softens, but there's pain in his eyes.

I'm not walking away, I'm just moving forward.

Diane shakes her head. Without me. Jack hesitates.

Not without you, but just not here.

Diane lets out a shaky breath, her eyes glistening. You know, I thought I could be okay with this. I thought he'll pick me. He'll stay. She sniffs, looking away. But I see it now. She looks back at him, and for the first time she knows the answer before he says it. Jack doesn't respond, because they both know the truth. Jack wants this, Jack needs this, and that means he's leaving. Diane nods slowly, biting the inside of her cheek to keep herself from falling apart, then softly. Go then.

Diane.

She shakes her head. Go. Jack looks like he wants to say more, to explain, to hold her and fix everything, but there's nothing left to fix. A long, painful beat. Then he turns and walks away. Diane watches him go, heartbroken but refusing to break in front of him. As Jack disappears into the crowd, she finally allows herself to breathe, her chest rising and falling unevenly. A wedding bell rings in the distance. A moment that should be about love and forever, and yet she just lost both.

Not once.

Antonio pats him on the back.

Ah, she'll come around, man. It's Diane. She's stubborn as hell.

Jack exhales, then reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a sealed envelope.

Here.

He hands it to Stephanie, his fingers lingering for just a second longer.

Give this to her for me.

Stephanie takes it hesitantly, watching her brother's face closely. Jack, if you love her.

I do. But she needs time. And I need to do this.

Stephanie nods, though her expression betrays her heartbreak for him.

Flight lacks 2333 to New York now boarding.

The final boarding call for his flight echoes overhead. Jack glances at the screen. No more time left. He pulls Stephanie into a hug, then Antonio.

Take care of each other, yeah?

I will.

Yeah, you too, man.

Jack gives them one last smile, then turns and heads towards security. He doesn't look back. Stephanie and Antonio watch him disappear through the crowd. The reality of his absence settling in. As soon as he's out of sight, a woman in oversized sunglasses steps forward. She's been watching from afar. Stephanie and Antonio turn in surprise as she removes the shades. It's Diane.

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He hits the ground with a thud, groaning as the world spins around him. A woman gasps in horror, stepping back as the bouncer dusts off his hands like he just took out the trash. Stay out, loser. Before Jack can fully register what's happening, a man rushes out of the bar and kicks him in the gut.

Is that necessary?

Yeah.

Police sirens blare in the distance. The scattered crowd quickly disperses like cockroaches under a light. Across the street, hidden in the shadows, Maggie, Diane's ever-resourceful assistant, watches from afar, her phone raised, snapping photos like a paparazzo with a secret agenda. She sighs, checking the pictures.

Oh, Jack, what are you doing?

Jack stands frozen, his face pale with disbelief as moving men hurl his belongings onto the pavement outside his apartment. Script books, his remaining clothes, even his pathetic excuse for a toaster, all piling up like a tragic yard sale. Hey, whoa, can we at least pretend I'm a human being? Maybe put the toaster down gently? A burly mover chuckles before tossing the toaster directly into the street, where it bounces twice and dies. Jack watches it, mouth slightly open. Right, cool.

This is starting to feel like a documentary about failure.

Diane sits at her pristine marble countertop, a script open in front of her, though she's not reading it. Instead, she types something into her laptop. Her fingers hover over the keyboard as she stares at the Twitter search bar. Jack Marsden. She hits enter. Immediately, headlines flood the screen. Leading man fired after Boo's night out with cancelled producer. Jack Marsden. Career suicide or midlife crisis? Dick Wolf kills off his most beloved character. Dan grimaces, rubbing her temples.

Where the hell have you been for three days? I've been trying to reach you, and it's felt like I was calling an astronaut with a coconut phone.

Maggie takes a long casual sip, completely unfazed.

Dramatic much? Depends. Are you finally gonna tell me where you've been?

Following your ex-boyfriend. Watching him go from disaster to disaster. It's been a journey.

Diane stiffens, eyes narrowing.

Jack's in trouble.

Maggie plops onto the stool opposite her.

Oh, just minor trouble. You know, homelessness, joblessness, possible alcoholism.

Diane's eyes widened.

What? Relax. It's not like he's sleeping in a gutter.

Diane lets out a sigh of relief. Yet Diane glares.

What happened? Well, for starters, I know from looking at your laptop that you already figured out Dickwolf fired him.

Diane grits her teeth.

What else?

Maggie leans forward, dropping the final bombshell.

He's booked himself into a hostel.

Diane blinks, horrified.

Jack? In a hostel? With bunk beds.

Diane exhales sharply, rubbing her temples again.

Ugh, great. He's too ashamed to come back.

Actually. Maggie swirls her coffee, hesitating.

He has gambling debt.

Diane's head snaps up.

He has what? Yeah. And he can't afford the airfare.

Diane buries her face in her hands.

Of course he can't. And he's too ashamed to ask his recently pregnant sister for money.

Diane groans, throwing her arms up. She grabs her phone.

Fine. Book him a flight. Get him an apartment. Put it all on my bank card.

Maggie smirks, clearly enjoying this.

Ooh. What's the grand plan?

Diane stands, her eyes burning with determination.

I'm going to see Jack and calmly tell him that I love him and want him back.

Maggie squints suspiciously.

And if that fails, because let's be real, there's a strong possibility of that.

Diane pauses, then deadpans.

Then I kidnap him and end up in jail when the world finds out.

Maggie laughs until she notices that Diane isn't laughing.

Oh. Oh my god, you're serious? You scare me.

Diane shrugs, stonefaced.

Not as much as I scare myself.

Diane stares, suddenly concerned.

Cool, cool. So I should probably start saving up for your bail.

Diane grabs her keys, already heading for the door.

Just make sure you get good photos of my mugshot when I get arrested.

Maggie grins, shaking her head as she follows her out.

Oh, don't worry. I'll make sure you go viral.

They exit together, the weight of what's to come heavy between them. Diane is done with waiting.

It's time to bring Jack home.

Announcements crackling overhead, families reuniting, exhausted travelers dragging their luggage. But Jack, Jack is not in a triumphant return moment. Instead, he's being escorted out of the baggage area by three burly security guards, one of whom has a firm grip on his jacket, like he's some troublemaker who smuggled a panda through customs. Jack stumbles forward as the men unceremoniously deposit him in front of Maggie, who stands waiting with arms crossed, the epitome of smug satisfaction.

Oh come on. They just gently manhandled you.

Jack dusts himself off, scowling. You arranged this.

Had to. Not sorry.

Jack gestures dramatically to his forcibly escorted arrival. Maggie, I was fully capable of getting here on my own.

Uh-huh. With what money?

Jack pauses. Maggie tilts her head, waiting. Jack rubs his neck awkwardly. Fair point. Maggie nods, satisfied, then steps closer, her expression softening slightly.

Look, Jack. The woman of your dreams still loves you.

Jack's stomach clenches.

And I am sick to death of watching her walk around looking heartbroken, exhausted, and terrified of a future without you in it.

Jack smalls hard, his throat tightening. Diane. Maggie crosses her arms tighter.

Yeah. Diane.

Jack nods slowly, his jaw tensing. I've missed her.

Oh. Is that why you haven't called her in a year?

Jack winces. I was ashamed of how I left things. Maggie huffs, unimpressed.

Oh, poor you. You were ashamed. Meanwhile, she was over here trying to glue together the pieces of her life without you.

Jack looks genuinely pained, his hands clenching into fists. Maggie exhales deeply, then finally she straightens up, squaring her shoulders.

Alright.

Here's the deal. Jack stiffens, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Right now, I'm the gate between you and Diane.

Jack blinks. You're the gate?

The gate. The keeper of access. The bridge troll who demands a toll.

Jack rubs his temple.

Can I just Nope. Gotta pay up.

Jack sighs deeply. Maggie.

If you still love Diane, if you actually deserve to stand in front of her again, you're going to prove it.

Jack exhales sharply, crossing his arms. And how do I do that, O mighty gatekeeper?

Easy.

She leans in, eyes locking onto his.

Tell me ten things you miss about Diane.

Jack pauses, caught off guard. He stares at Maggie for a moment, then exhales slowly. And then he starts. Well, one, she always steals the fries off my plate, even though she insists she doesn't want any. Maggie nods approvingly. Two, she talks back to movies like she thinks she's part of them. Maggie smirks. Three, that thing she does where she pretends not to care about my dumb jokes, but I always catch her trying not to, you know, laugh. Maggie crosses her arms listening.

Fine. Go see her.

Jack nods, his heart hammering in his chest as he heads towards Diane's car. Maggie watches him go, shaking her head.

I swear. If he messes this up, I'm leaving him at the airport next time.

She smirks to herself, then follows after him. Jack is going to Diane. And this time, he's not leaving.

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Diane sits in the driver's seat, hands resting on the wheel, while Jack stares out the window, his fingers slightly tapping his knee. They haven't spoken in minutes. The air between them is heavy, thick with everything left unsaid. Finally, Diane breaks the silence.

She recorded you, you know.

Jack blinks, turning to her. Who?

Maggie.

Jack groans, leaning his head back against the seat. Ugh, of course she did. I swear, that woman could work for the CIA. Diane smirks faintly, but it fades just as quickly.

She sent me the recording. Your love declaration?

Jack's shoulders tense.

Diane, I you shouldn't have gone.

Jack exhales sharply, guilt settling deep into his bones. I know. I shouldn't have chosen the role over you, but it was it was dumb. Diane snorts softly, shaking her head.

Yeah, you think?

Jack lets out a dry chuckle, rubbing his face. I actually hated every second of it. Flashing cameras, cold set, fake smiles. I knew from the first day on set that something was missing. Diane keeps her eyes on the road ahead, but her grip on the wheel tightens slightly.

Well, you weren't the only one who couldn't function.

Jack turns fully to her now, studying her face. I was different, Di. I wasn't eating, I wasn't sleeping. I didn't even make any friends.

I know.

Jack shakes his head, his voice cracking slightly. I feel like a hollowed shell of myself. Diane lets out a slow breath, her voice softer now.

Well, I wasn't any better.

Jack runs a hand through his hair, frustration bubbling up. Then I heard you were coming to New York to see one of your produced plays. Diane's brows furrow slightly.

I didn't see you.

Jack smiles sadly, looking down at his hands. I kept myself hidden well. But I saw you. Diane turns, her eyes searching his face. I saw every man in the room looked at you. Diane raises an eyebrow.

What? Like I was the last available Wi-Fi signal?

Jack laughs despite himself, shaking his head. No. Worse. Like you made every single one of them feel special. Like they were wanted. Jack clenches his jaw, his fingers gripping the fabric of his jeans. And I felt jealous as hell. Diane softens, tilting her head.

Jealous?

Jack nods, his voice lower now. Because they got to look at you, and I I I didn't even have the nerve to talk to you. Diane lets out a small breathy laugh, shaking her head.

Jack.

He looks at her, waiting. She takes a deep breath.

All you had to do was call my name, and I would have run to you.

Diane holds his gaze, unwavering.

Nothing. Not a fight, not an argument, nothing could ever stop me from wanting to be with you.

Jack's eyes missed over slightly, and he nods slowly, absorbing every word. I know that now. His voice thickens with emotion. Despite everything I did, you've shown me just how much you love me. Diane swallows hard, her lips pressing together. Jack lets out a small breathless laugh, wiping at his eyes. Despite my flaws. You've shown me that there's a path back to you. Diane just watches him. And that kind of love? That's rare. That's once in a lifetime. A thick silence settles between them.

So tell me.

She leans forward slightly, her eyes locked down to his.

In this moment, what does Jack Morrison want?

Jack's throat tightens, his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He looks at Diane, the only person in the world who's ever made him feel like he belonged.

And then.

Soft classical music swells in the background. A stunning church draped in white roses and soft candlelight. Rows of friends and family sit beaming as they watch a woman walk down the aisle. Diane, pregnant, glowing, her hand resting gently on her belly as she walks towards the altar. At the end of the aisle, waiting for her is Jack. He smiles, eyes brimming with love, with certainty. And this time, he's exactly where he's meant to be.

Look at you making coffee, all domestic and everything.

Jack turns, smirking as he hands her a cup. Yeah, well, don't get used to it. This is a one-time only event. Diane takes a sip, humming in approval.

Hmm. Not bad. Who knew Mr. Hollywood could brew a decent cup?

Jack leans against the counter, watching her closely now, something different in his gaze. Then his expression shifts. Hey.

Yeah.

Jack exhales, rubbing the back of his neck, like he's working up the courage for something. I just realized I never actually answered you. Diane raises an eyebrow, setting her coffee down.

Answered what?

Jack meets her eyes. Serious now. That night in the car. You asked me what I wanted. Diane's lips part slightly, the memory coming back to her. Jack takes a step closer, his voice soft but firm. I never told you. Diane tilts her head, eyes narrowing slightly. And Jack exhales, shaking his head with a small knowing smile. And I should have told you right then. But I'll tell you now. I want to wake up next to you every morning, even when you steal the covers and pretend it's an accident.

Yeah, because you always order better.

Sure, let's go with that. Diane laughs, but it fades as Jack keeps going, his voice thickening. I want to hear you yell at the TV when your favorite character does something stupid. Because honestly, it's terrifying, but also weirdly cute. Diane rolls her eyes, smirking.

It's called passion, Jack. Look it up.

I want to hold your hand even when you're mad at me. Especially when you're mad at me. And I want you to pretend you don't like it, even though we both know you do. Diane's smirk falters as she presses her lips together. Jack closes the gap between them. I want to be the person you call when you're having a bad day. I want to be the place you go when you don't know where else to turn. Diane swallows, blinking fast. I want to make bad decisions with you. The kind that turned to our best stories.

Like the time we tried to go camping and then we got chased by raccoons.

Exactly. And that was terrifying, by the way. Diane sniffs, laughing as Jack gently takes her hand in his. I want to build a life with you. The kind that feels like home, no matter where we are. Diane's chest tightens, her fingers instinctively curling around his. I want to love you loudly, without hesitation, without doubt. Diane inhales sharply, her eyes glossing over. And I never, never want to let you go again. Diane lets out a breath, the weight of his words settling between them.

My turn will come later.

Diane takes his hand and leads him to their bedroom. Diane takes a seat as they eat breakfast.

My turn.

Jack nods, waiting. Diane inhales deeply, gathering her thoughts.

I want to wake up to your stupid morning hair and still think you're the most handsome man I've ever seen.

Jack lets out a small laugh, running a hand through his messy hair.

It's worse.

Jack chuckles, but she's not done.

I want to steal your fries forever and never apologize for it.

Jack laughs, shaking his head. So basically, I should just order extra fries from now on.

Wouldn't hurt.

They share a small smile, but Diane's expression turns softer now.

I want to force you to take ridiculous couple selfies, even though you hate pictures.

Jack groans dramatically. Ugh, great. That's what I'm going to suffer. Diane smirks, nudging him.

I want to remind you every single day that you're not alone, that I choose you.

Jack blinks, emotion flickering in his eyes.

I want to see your name on a movie poster one day and be obnoxiously loud in the theater.

Well, you already are.

Wow. Rude.

Jack laughs, but it dies as she grips his hand tighter.

I want to make our house a home. With too many throw pillows and a fridge full of snacks.

Jack grins. But the pillows, we gotta set a limit.

Uh-huh. Good luck with that.

Jack chuckles, shaking his head. Then Diane's expression turns serious.

I want to never let a single day go by without making you laugh.

Jack squeezes her hand, his smile soft and knowing.

I want to watch you grow in your career, in your life, and never be the reason you feel stuck.

Jack breathes in deeply, eyes locked on hers.

I want to love you through every mistake, every victory, every bad joke.

Jack chuckles, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. Even the bad ones?

Especially the bad ones.

Jack lets out a small breathy laugh. Diane inhales, blinking through the emotion. Then she says the final one.

And I want to marry you.

Jack stares at her, completely wrecked by her words. Then he reaches for her. Diane lets out a soft laugh as he pulls her into a deep, slow kiss. When they finally pull away, their foreheads rest together, their hearts pounding. So we should probably plan a wedding, huh?

Yeah, but first she lifts her coffee cup. I need another round of this.

Jack laughs, taking it from her. Fine. But you're making breakfast. Diane gasps dramatically.

Wow. So demanding. I take it back. I don't want to marry you.

Jack chuckles, wrapping an arm around her. Too late. You already said it. She sighs, grinning.

Ah, damn it.

Jack leans in, kissing her again. And this time, neither of them are going anywhere. Soft orchestral music swells as the doors of the grand church open wide. Sunlight pours in, illuminating Diane, studying in her wedding dress, a small but undeniable glow on her face. She walks down the aisle, her hand resting lightly on her stomach, pregnant, glowing and radiant. At the end of the aisle, waiting for her, hard in his throat, is Jack.

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