Prompt:

Tori trys to plan the perfect datenight for their first anniversary but everything goes wrong.

I looked down at my sweet perfect Jade in a hospital bed and it broke my heart. Figuratively, not like her leg, that had been broken literally.

It just goes to show. I try to give her a perfect anniversary and I give her a day full of nonsense and a broken leg.

I should have known to be extra careful when I got a big bouquet of bush daisies this morning. Jade had written an order for the mixed lover's bouquet but had written 'no bush daisies' fifteen times on the order form. So, 'mixed lovers bouquet' is written once, 'bush daisies' is written fifteen times. Yes, that is with 'no' in front of it and any number of threats after it. Still I can see where the mistake was made. As my lady love is so fond of saying, people are idiots.

So I sneezed about a hundred times into her special anniversary breakfast i was making and then had to throw it away. It turned out the plenty of ingredients i could have sworn I had turned out to be none. And while I was ransacking the kitchen for something special I could make the Benadryl I took to deal with the bush daisies knocked me out. I sat down at the table for 'just a minute' and the next thing I knew I was waking up in a clean kitchen, alone.

So Jade got no breakfast, had to clean up a mess, had to get rid of the bush daisies HazMat style, (since i just dropped them in the kitchen trash and if even a molecule of pollen got on me I would inflate into a blotchy beach ball full of mucus). And she didn't even get a kiss goodbye.

I knew she had a big audition, so I would just go get her favorite cherry fritters and her favorite Sumatran coffee and surprise her at the audition.

I was just glad my parents had insisted I get my license before I moved out, then had given me a car. Especially since they had offered to get me a new car if i took Trina with me on spring break and Id refused so the little ten year old compact was a great compromise. A car one tenth the value but no Trina on spring break.

I knew she was auditioning at a little bungalow in West Hollywood. It belonged to the director who was big enough to demand everyone come to him. Which meant big enough to be a career maker even if he was still just an indie darling who still lived in a small, but i'm sure adorable bungalow in West Hollywood.

So I picked up the cherry fritters and drove crosstown to get the right coffee. Then they were out of the Sumatran so I had to go crosstown another way to get it. This burned enough time that i was starting to hit lunch rush traffic. So i knew i wasn't going to get there in time. I figured if her car was still there i would wait and if not I would text her and see if we could connect.

When I pulled up I could see her in the front room. As I eased to a stop I not only saw the light of my life i saw another window on the side. It was a corner lot so i figured id slip around the corner, park, and maybe be able to sneak up to the side window and- HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN-.

When I turned the car off it triggered the horn. And i don't mean it beeped the horn. I mean it triggered the horn to deliver one solid honk that showed no sign of ending, maybe ever. I don't know how it was even working. Id just turned the key off. It shouldn't be getting any power.

So I was parked outside of Jade's audition. Her audition in the livingroom/studio of a very important director and I had my special emergency klaxon horn, that my dad had installed special because he worried about me, honking at over a hundred decibels outside the open window.

And the whole reason alarms work is they draw a lot of attention while paralyzing the criminal and triggering their panic instinct with unbearably loud noise. Exactly what was happening to me now.

It took a few minutes for me to get even the presence of mind to try to detach the battery. So I was getting the little tool box out of the trunk. The hood was open. The director was now on the lawn and I got the battery cable off the terminal just in time to hear the director who has been shouting orders for a solid minute, scream in a voice pitched to carry over the noise that was strong as a blow in the sudden silence. "Can't you even detach a simple wire, you stupid cunt!?"

Jade was on the lawn too, and heard it just as clear as I did. She was a bit behind him and to the side so he didn't see her face go flat and cold, in an instant, like a death mask dropping down.

Her hand went back and she slapped him hard enough his head snapped to the side and his teeth slammed together with and audible clack. Luckily they missed his tongue, mostly. He was spitting blood from where they caught the edge of the skin but its not like he bit a piece off.

He turned and started screaming at her. She didn't even react she just held up one finger in the international 'one moment' sign. Called my dad and told him to send a tow truck to get my car, knowing that he could fix it where the impound team would pick up my car, fix it in the motor pool if they could and give it back.

Then she took my elbow and began steering me toward her car. The director started yelling again when he realized 'one moment was not going to end when the phone call did.

She ignored him completely.

Right around the time she realized she was blocked in and asked me to drive while she directed me he gave up and stormed inside.

So she was standing behind and directing me. The problem was Jade had gotten the cutest little MG. but it still had the reversed controls of it's British creation. It also idled fast. so when she said to be very careful and very slow. She told me to not even use the gas, just take my foot off the brake. But when i took my foot off the brake the natural idle took it, it jerked a little traveling much faster than it should have with nothing on the gas. So I panicked and slammed my foot down where I thought the brake was, gunned the engine and ran Jade over.