A/N: I'm pretty much picking up where the first one left off, so yes, that does mean things are going to be very heated, interesting and dramatic. :) Thanks to everyone who reviewed my last story. I didn't want to stop writing it because I am in love with this story. So thanks to my readers who have let me know how much they enjoy Lana and Criss' story, so here it is :) Life is loves enemy. Hope you all enjoy it :)

30 Minutes

Out of sight, out of mind, Out of time to decide,

Do we run? Should I hide? For the rest of my life.

Can we fly? Do I stay? We could lose, we could fail,

In the moment it takes, to make plans or mistakes.

30 minutes, a blink of an eye,

30 minutes to alter our lives,

30 minutes to make up my mind,

30 minutes to finally decide.

Tatu - 30 minutes.

I sat in my bedroom window and watched as the storm clouds rolled in. Flashes of light lit up the night sky and the thunder cracked loudly. It had been only a week since Criss had asked me to marry him, of course I said yes, I wasn't stupid.

Criss wanted me to move to Vegas with him. And since the incident, the only person who would speak were my brothers. After my brothers had reamed me for what I did, I told them Criss and I were engaged and that we were moving to Vegas. They all were a bit upset, but they knew it was something I had to do, and frankly, they knew they couldn't stop me. Of course they threw in a couple of threats towards Criss, but I think Criss was use to their threats by then,so it didn't faze him much. My mother was still cross with me over our fight, and now she was even more angry at me for almost killing myself. She pretended she didn't care I was leaving, but I knew she really did. At least I hoped she did.

I twirled my engagement ring around my finger. Every lightning strike making it shine brightly into my eyes. I was very happy with how things had turned out. Granted, I wish it hadn't taken me almost dying for things to go this way. But none the less, it was in the past.

Criss explained to me how hard it was for him to be without me. Told me how he could no longer take not having me, which was when he realized that he needed to come back. Apparently, his entire family could tell how hurt he was without me, his mom even gave him the engagement right that now sat on my finger.

I leaned back against the wall and remembered our conversation at the hospital:

"So, what would you have done if I said no? I mean, after everything that's happened you cant honestly tell me you thought Id say yes." I said to Criss, who was now laying in my hospital bed with me. Every time the nurse came in, she gave him a dirty look before she walked out. I was pretty sure after Criss snapped at her about being on the bed with me, that she gave up on trying to shoo him out of my bed.

He soothed my forehead with his finger, knowing full well my head was killing me, since my nurses refused to give me more pain medication. "I dunno, I guess I was just hoping. And praying to god like crazy that you'd forgive me." he shrugged.

"So what would you have done if I said no?" I asked.

"I wouldn't have taken no for an answer." he smiled.

"So what? Were you gonna stalk me until I said yes? Or had to file a ppo against you." I chuckled.

"If I had to." he grinned at me then leaned down to kiss me.

Criss called his family just about the second we left the hospital. Costa was ecstatic when he told him we were getting married, as I knew he would be. Costa liked me from the start, of course he was a little weary about our relationship at first, but he never voiced it. I think he was just happy that his brother was finally settling down. Criss had phoned his mom to tell her, I could hear her screaming with joy from across the room. I hadn't met his mom yet, she still lived in new york. She was planning on coming to Vegas to meet me.

I could hear her as she giggled with joy. "Christopher," she said, "I am so happy for you! Finally, you stubborn child of mine! When can I meet her?" I couldn't help but laugh at Criss as he rolled his eyes while his mom rambled on with excitement.

From what Criss had explained to me, JD seemed to be coming around. After Criss had a long chat with JD, things seemed to be better between them, and JD even seemed to be opening up about the idea of Criss and I being together. I wasn't sure what changed, or what Criss had said to him to make him change his mind, but I was glad it worked, for Criss' sake as well as mine. Criss had told me how rocky his relationship with JD had been since he went back, and I was happy to hear that things were starting to get better.

"Hey," Criss said, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked over to see him leaning against the door frame, watching me. "what are you doing?"

"Just watching the storm come in." I told him and turned my gaze back to the sky.

"Storm? In February?" Criss asked.

"Ha, yea," I chuckled, "that's Michigan weather for ya." I sighed. "Its so beautiful, and something about it, its just so.. calming." Criss took a seat beside me in the window, placed his hand on mine and watched me. "I'm gonna miss this window." I smiled lightly.

My bay window. Ever since I was a kid, I had wanted a bay window in my bedroom. When I decided to buy a house for myself at twenty two, I made sure I found one with my bedroom window. I had sat in that window so many times, with so many different stories on any given day. So many times, I had watched the storms roll through as I sat and thought about my life.

"You okay?" he asked concerned.

I took a deep breath. "Yea, just thinking."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked me. I took a good look at him, trying to figure out if he was being serious.

"Are you kidding me? Do you not remember what happened the last time you left me?" I instantly regretted saying that. I watched as the expression on his face suddenly changed. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

"Well, you just seem, a little.. melancholy. If you don't want to do this, we can figure something else out. I know its taking a lot out of you to leave your home." he told me and cupped his hand around my face. I placed my hand on his and nuzzled my face into his palm.

"Criss, I would do anything to be with you. And yes, it may be hard to adjust at first, but I would much rather spend my life with you and no one else, then spend it with every one else and not you." I slid his palm to my mouth and kissed it. He smiled and leaned into me to kiss my lips.

"Besides, its not like anyone round here's gonna miss me." I mumbled.

"Come on, don't be like that. You know they love you. With everything that's happened, they probably just need some time. They'll come around. I promise" Criss tried to reassure me.

But I wasn't so sure. I knew what I had done was the royal of all fuck ups, and my family could hold grudges like you wouldn't believe. So honestly, I was a little relieved to be leaving, at least I wouldn't have that lingering feeling of unwelcome anymore.

"The moving truck just left, they said everything should arrive within a week at the latest." Criss told me, obviously trying to lighten my mood.

Criss and I had spend the last week packing the things I wanted to take with me. It wasn't much, pictures, nicknacks, toiletries, clothes, favorite blankets, that kind of stuff. He had called his boss, the luxor owner, and had explained to him our situation. Mainly that his girlfriend was stupid and overdosed on medication that she should have never been taking in the first place, and that he needed a week or two off to get things situated.

Of course that meant canceling some of his shows, but Criss justified it by saying 'my loyals are exactly that, loyal, and they understand when things happen in my life, they aren't like normal fans and get pissed at you for canceling a show, they come out and tell you they understand and they will be praying for you and hoping everything turns out okay'. I certainly hoped he was right. But boy what I wouldn't do for some friends like that.

Jo had hardly spoken to me since the incident. I knew she was pissed, and boy did she let me have it the day I left the hospital. I don't think I had ever seen her face turn that red before. But, just like a normal day in the Lana and Jo relationship, she let me have it, I cried, I told her off, and then we both hugged and cried together. I hadn't seen Jo since then, it didn't help that she had been living with Sully in California now, but I knew she was still pretty bitter about what I had done. And I had a lot of making up to do for the last two months, to a lot of people.

Criss and I decided not to sell my house. Considering my family all lived in Michigan, and if they forgave me before I died, we wanted a place to stay when we came to visit. I had been in this house for four years and although it wasn't too long, I didn't really want to part with it. Criss' jet was scheduled to take us to Vegas at 9 am the next morning, this was the last night I would spend in my house.

As far as my job, well, they were actually pretty understanding of my situation. With everything that I had done, my job seemed to be the one good thing to come from it. When I put in my notice last week, I half expected everyone to jump for joy and have a good riddance party. But instead, everyone seemed to be upset that I was leaving. My students were upset, and my coworkers rambled on about how they were never going to be able to find an instructor as good as me. But my boss was what surprised me the most, letting me know that if things didn't work out in Vegas, my job would always be waiting for me to reclaim it. So at least there was that.

"You ready for bed?" Criss asked me. I snapped out of my thoughts and turned my eyes to him. Knowing this was the last night in my house, I felt a little sentimental. I could feel tears stinging my eyes as they fought their way to the surface. I swallowed hard as I held them back and nodded.

He took my hand in his and led the way to the bed, flipping off the light as he crawled into bed next to me. I lifted myself up onto his chest and nestled my face into his neck. This was our usual night time ritual. Only tonight things felt different. I didn't know if it was because tomorrow I would no longer be a Michigander, leaving everything I've ever known behind me. Or if it was because I knew this was the last night I would have with Criss, that it was just me and him, no one else. As soon as we stepped off the airplane in Vegas, we were no longer Christopher Sarantakos and Lana Lovegrove, we were Criss Angel and his new fiance. Vegas, Sin City, and I was about to enter into a life I had no idea how to live.

Disclaimer: I do not own Criss Angel or any of his family and friends. Nor do I own Jared leto or any real life people. Lana is a fictional character.