Okay, this is not my writing. I know what you're probably thinking: well, whose writing is it? It is my friend purplepen. I had no idea where to go with this chapter so she wrote it and I kinda ended/edited it.

Kim POV

Still no sleep. I rolled over on my side, facing my digital clock. 4:00 AM. Man, I was so tired. But I just couldn't sleep. It was a nagging, fluttery feeling in my stomach. The kind you get when you're nervous, or scared.

But anyways, I tossed over again, closed my eyes to sleep. Nope. I sighed, exasperated. I shut my eyes tight, hoping I would eventually nod off. Not two seconds later, my phone screen lit up and started vibrating.

Who could be calling me this early?

I cautiously picked up the phone, as if it might bite. The phone read "incoming call from Jack" puzzled, I pressed the little green button and held it to my ear.

"Hello?" I whispered.

"Kim?" I heard Jack's kind and hushed voice coming from the other end.

"What are you doing still up?!"

"The question here is, what are YOU still doing up?"

I wanted to scream. Jack, Jack, Jack. He's always playing these games.

"Never mind. I think I know why you're awake, Kim. Are you feeling ok?"

How did HE know?

"Well... I don't know... I just feel... Weird... Nervous but overwhelmed, scared..."

He paused, and took a deep breath.

"About...?" He trailed off questioningly.

"It's just... The whole thing feels like too much. The drama, the suspense, it's just too weird, Jack! I don't like that I made you feel so pressured, I know I did."

Jack stayed quiet for a second before continuing.

"Listen, Kim. I knew something was up with you. I just... I don't know how, I just felt it. And now I'm here to tell you that it's going to be ok. It's going to be fine. Don't worry. I forgive you and I know it's a rough time for you right now. You have me, Milton..." he seemed to think a second, "Jerry...Your parents, we will help you. And I just wanted to tell you that I'm not mad at you. Ok Kim?"

I didn't know what to say. I was feeling all mixed up inside, like a bag of marbles or something. I had no idea he knew what I was worried about. It was weird... Like he had a... Sixth sense or something.

"Kim?"

I snapped out of my stupor.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks Jack. I appreciate it. You are a really good friend."

"Goodnight" He replied, and promptly hung up.

I sighed a breath of relief and put the phone down, snuffling into my blanket and snuggling into my pillow.

Jack had to of had a sixth sense for me. Like a mother has one for her kids, or a husband has one for his wife…

In my mind, I regarded Jack as my husband. I wouldn't ever dream of calling him that out loud, but that's what he was, really. That's what he was in my heart.

I could sleep peacefully knowing I had friends and family watching out for me. And, I had Jack, whose sixth sense made him special.

Thank you again, purplepen! OMG, I rhymed. Who am I: Dr. Seuss?