The morning sun blinded me as I struggled to get up from bed. My head felt heavy as I recollected my dream last night. Zack climbed up the ladder to my bedroom window and telling me he was crazy about me and slept beside me that night. I felt so secure when he wrapped his arms around me and his head rested against mine. Then all of these thoughts came through me like a tidal wave. He was leaving tomorrow. I remembered crying in my sleep because I knew that this happiness would eventually end. The tears streamed down my cheek onto Zack's arm. He woke up and saw my puffy eyes, reddening from bawling too much. He asked me what was wrong. I recollected shaking my head, telling him everything was fine. Zack knew I was lying and he sensed why I was crying.

We both got up from bed as the night stood still. Zack comforted me, telling me he wouldn't abandon me. How could I believe him? What were the chances of us ever seeing each other again? He was always going to be on tour while I would be at college. We were two completely different people and I told him that. I denied the fact that he was still going to be with me after he left. He insisted that he would still be with me, but I kept on denying. I kept lying to myself that he wouldn't do that. After a while, Zack gave up and said that we were going to talk about it in the morning. I sighed as I lay back down on the bed, my back facing him. The last thought that came to my head before my dream ended was whether or not the relationship was even worth continuing.

I glanced over at the clock and saw that it was only nine in the morning. My parents were out to work so that meant I was the only person in the house. I walked to the bathroom and turned the knob. My eyes widened. It was lock. I leaned my ear against the door. The shower was turned on. Maybe my dream wasn't a dream after all. Shit. That meant the whole disagreement with Zack was real.

I sat back down on the bed and sighed in disappointment as I stared at the ground. Today was going to be our date and I ruined the mood for the both of us. I hated myself for doing that. I heard the bathroom door open and felt Zack's footsteps walking towards me. I didn't want to look up. I felt guilty that I did that to him.

Zack kneeled down and lifted my chin up with his fingertips. My eyes gazed deeply at him as I stroked his cheek with my right hand. Tears began welling up in my eyes again.

"I'm sorry," I choked out.

Zack pulled me into a hug and rubbed my back. I started crying on his shoulders. He glanced at me and wiped my tears away. "I love you, you know that right?"

I nodded as more tears began to stream down my face.

"We are going to be together, even if you're thousand miles away from me. I will do whatever it takes to have you beside me," Zack insisted.

I nodded once more as I looked up at him. He was confident that we could make this work.

Zack smiled as he got up. "You better get ready because we are going out on our first official date."

I cocked my head in confusion. "This is our first date? I thought our first date was when we were…" I trailed off. "Oh, never mind." The date I thought about was the one that we went to Downtown Seattle. I hated him during that time so I guess it really wasn't a date. I was forced into it. I remembered that was the time when he stripped off his clothes. I smiled at that memory.

Zack glanced at me. "What are you smiling about?"

I shook my head. "I just remember the time when we went to Downtown and you stripped off your clothes in public," I let out a small laugh. "I was so pissed at you."

He chuckled. "Oh yeah. You pushed me into the store and started cussing me off when I proceeded to take off my pants."

I laughed. "I can't believe we went through so much in such a short period of time. Three days to be exact," I stood up and wiped off the leftover tears from my face. "It all started with a kiss I never wanted…at first."

"A kiss that saved me from being molested by underage groupies and got me a fine lady," Zack beamed.

And got me someone to give my heart to. I thought to myself.

So...if I told you guys this was the last chapter, would you be pissed off or be satisfied? I'm contemplating on whether or not this should be the last chapter and then the epilogue. Help me decide please! Date or no date?