Chapter 2: Waking Up

Four Days Ago...

"JACK! WHERE ARE YOU? THERE ARE ONLY FIVE DAYS TILL NEXT HALLOWEEEN!"

"Four!"

"ALREADY? JA-A-CK! I NEED HELP!"

Jack Skellington groaned, throwing the soft blanket over his head. His windows, though expertly covered by the thickest of curtains, simply refused to block out all the sunlight from the outside. He had made to turn them soundproof as well, but unfortunately, the same person who had caused him to forget doing so was also making him regret not doing so. What he would give to just get lost within the sheets...

Yawning, he turned so he could snuggle with the calm figure next to him, carefully wrapping his bony arms around her. Hopefully, she wouldn't awaken just yet, despite the yelling from a certain politician. The poor girl had already been sleep-deprived!

"Mmm..." Sally moaned, tilting her head. Eyes closed, she subconsciously moved closer to her boyfriend. Her hands could feel his smooth ribs, his perfection. Ah, she was probably dreaming once more...she loved the dream last night...

Her eyes snapped open.

"J-Jack?" she whispered, watching as his features grew warmer at the sight of her. Laughing, he leaned down to peck her lips softly.

"'Morning, Love. Sleep well?" He grinned coyly, running his fingers through her beautiful, blood-red hair.

"Naturally," Sally breathed back, intertwining their fingers. Smiling, she pulled the Pumpkin King nearer and pressed her lips against his, seeking reassurance that this wasn't another dream of hers, that this wasn't just an imagination.

He replied all too willingly, enjoying the feel of her bare skin underneath his bones. Her warmth seemed to envelop him, causing reality to fade momentarily and allow the two lovers to just hold each other close.

Jack could feel every single one of Sally's heartbeats. Her touches seemed to leave a burning sensation all over, causing him to growl in approval. She completed him. It was a fact he was very pleased with. Who else could truly bring him this much happiness besides her? In fact, had the Mayor not thrown his megaphone trough his window and rudely interrupted them, Jack might've proposed then and there.

"JACK! MY MEGAPHONE IS MISSING!"

"I think we found it," Sally gasped through the kisses, feeling the sudden chill of cold air. She hurriedly sat up and pulled the covers around her now-shaking body. "You should get dressed soon," she added as they heard a dull crash from the outside.

"Do I have to?" moaned Jack tiredly, trying and failing to rise into a sitting position. He grinned suddenly upon seeing his girlfriend's adorable, sleepy face. "I have something else in mind," he whispered suggestively, raising his would-be eyebrows several times.

Sally could only giggle. "Silly."

Love was a grand thing.

If one had asked Jack about a year ago what he thought of it, or if he had found a suitable lady to marry, he would have simply laughed at the idea. At that time, he wouldn't have cared at all. Being the most eligible bachelor of Halloween Town did have its perks!

Last year, all he really seemed to worry about was Halloween and why it had become so boring to him.

Then woosh! Christmas had come and gone (quite horribly, if he could say so himself) and a beautiful woman instead took its place.

Sally.

How could he have been so inattentive?

Normally, when one sees a girl who holds such looks and character, they would have courted her as soon as possible, right? Right! So why hadn't he? Heck, why hadn't any other male present? Not that he was complaining, but there should have at least been one person who had seen Sally's potential.

Well, it didn't matter right now; she was his and he planned on keeping it that way. Besides, marriage appeared to be the only thing they haven't done yet.

At least for now.

He was hoping to propose underneath the moonlight on their very special spot at the top of Spiral Hill that coming Halloween, hopefully right before he left for the mortal world. "To bring good luck," he had explained to the Mayor when he was caught red-handed with the ring outside his house days prior. Unfortunately, said politician was less than pleased; in his opinion, Jack would only be distracted throughout the whole night if (and when) Sally agreed to be his wife, and therefore would not be as scary as the Pumpkin King should.

Though Jack had brushed the comment off, he couldn't help but wonder whether he would soften up after he officially became a married man.

Ah well, he'd still be frightening.

A short figure sat peacefully on his wheelchair, contently reading through the many names on some envelops he had received that morning. He distinctly caught sight of "Mayor," "Helgamine," "Jack Skellington," and "Mr. Corpse" consecutively as he glanced through. Normally, he would have had Sally read them (no doubt they were useless) and reply with a manner most fit for someone with too much to do in their life, but since she was off with her new boyfriend...

"Wait...what the..?"

A letter from him?

Why? What could he possibly want?

A/N: As of now, I will continue on with this fic. Heheheh, I'm trying! Ah, I fail...