Not What I Wanted [ON HOLD]

Chapter 3-

Well, one thing I can say is that our relationship escalated quickly from that night on the beach. By the next morning, pictures of us in the water were splashed across every magazine and newspaper over the entire face of the earth.

We waited another 2 or 3 weeks before we went official, just to not be too up front.

So here I am, 11 months later, walking to answer the door of our apartment.

Yes, I did just say 'our'.

He asked me to move in with him around 4 months ago, and it took a bit of convincing, but I eventually agreed. The only reason I didn't agree straight away was because everything I had ever known was there. My friends, my family, my job.

But I loved him, and he loved me. So I gave all that up so I could be with him, otherwise we'd just be a commuter couple. And I could've lived with that, but Jax couldn't and he couldn't live near me! So, being in love, I left everything behind and started a new life with him here.

I open the door to see our always well dressed, 17 year old delivery boy Sam standing with a large white box.

Before Jax became famous, Sam was one of his closest friends. He dropped out of school 6 months ago, and he's been working for us ever since.

"Hi Sam, how are you?" I ask with a smile.

I pay no attention to the fact that I'm wearing nothing but a pair of checkered sleep shorts and a big white t-shirt.

"Hi Amy, I'm good thanks." he smiles.

He's got a cute smile, and warm eyes. We've become good friends.

"What is it today?" I yawn, gesturing to the box in his hands.

"For your appearance tomorrow night." he holds the box out so I can take it from him.

I do and I carry it inside, pushing the door open with my foot so Sam can follow me in.

By 'tomorrow night's appearance', Sam means The Grammys, at the Staples Centre in L.A. I'm flying in with Jenna [my stylist] and Sam tomorrow to meet Jax there.

"My dress?" I say as more of a surprised statement than a question.

"Yes, and your shoes." Sam answers from behind me.

"But Jenna always does my make-up and hair. Why has he sent my dress here?" I ask, a definite question this time.

"Jenna will be flying to L.A with you. He had your dress delivered here so that you can feel like a princess whenever you want, and in the privacy of your home." I can hear the smile in his voice.

I can't resist a little grin. The first time I attended a formal event with Jaxon, I was spinning around in my dress saying that I felt like a princess.

Yes, I know. What kind of a mature 19 year old does something like that? I do. Do not judge.

I remove the lid and unfold the white tissue paper to reveal a gold studded bodice. Wow, it's gorgeous!

I lift it out of the box, revealing long, flowing, purple lace. It's one of those, long at the back, short at the front dresses.

"It's so gorgeous!" I exclaim, doing 3 little hops.

"He thought you could improve it."

I smile and blush a little.

I miss him. I really do.

I haven't seen him in 11 days, seeing as he's in California working. It's only a few hours away, but still, I may as well be all the way back in Australia!