Jasmine + Anthony Forever and a Lifetime

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Hey guys! So sorry I haven't been updating recently, I've been absolutely loaded with schoolwork. Plus, I'm in my teenage years so your girl has got to live a little. In this chapter, expect some DRAMA -Kate

Third person POV:

            It was post-first show. Time for the after party. The cast had changed out of their costumes and gotten into their slightly-dressed street clothes, since they were going to a decently nice bar. 

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           Bottles were popping. Champagne was flowing. It had been three hours and some were dreadfully intoxicated. All except for Chris, Leslie, and Renée. Jazzy and Pippa had only had a drink or two, but they still needed to be supervised just in case. Anthony was off in the corner...with another woman. "Oh no!" Ren exclaimed to the other two sober ones. Chris went to intervene whilst Renée divided and conquered the rest of the cast alongside Leslie to get them all a safe place to stay the night. Renée had Pippa and Jazzy, Leslie had Daveed and Oak, and Chris was left with Anthony, Brian, and Lin. Concerned faces of the three flashed when they saw Jazzy hit a realization, as she had only had one drink. Tears flooded her eyes, Was that Anthony over there?

Anthony's POV:

            I had only had a couple drinks, maybe five? I wasn't drunk. I know my own body. I tried to stand up, the room was spinning. I began to laugh and looked from my left to my right, on each side, a beautiful woman, but only one was looking at me. I leaned in and passionately kissed her, it felt good but it didn't feel right. "Jaz?" I whispered in the beautiful woman's ear, now looking around to see only one person still here, but he was focused on another beautiful woman who was crying, oh no. I knew that woman. It was Jasmine. I turned to look at the woman I had been fooling around with and I finally realized who it was, "Ava-" I began as a slap rung throughout the bar. 

            "Why were you looking at her?" Ava hissed.

            "I uh.." I murmured, struggling to string a sentence together, "she- her...mine...Jasmine." I blabbed, not making sense, but it did to Ava. She pulled a pocket knife from her bag and slit my shoulder. Chris, now noticing what had happened, yelled at Renée to take Brian, Lin, Pippa, and Jasmine out of the bar. He broke Ava off of me and called the cops. She was celled and never heard from again.

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            I woke up with a pounding headache in cold sweats. I rolled over to see Jasmine, "Anthony are you okay?" She questioned, getting me a damp cloth from the bathroom. 

            "I'm so sorry Jaz!" I yelled out.

            "About what?" She asked, sounding even more concerned.

            "Opening night. I didn't mean anything by it. She meant nothing!" I exclaimed.

            "Anthony...what are you talking about?" She began, handing me the cloth, "Opening night was five entire weeks ago, before you moved in, and you came home with me. You didn't leave my side that night, and I can guarantee you, because you were falling in love with me all over again," She explained calmly, "I think you had a nightmare, was it about Ava?" she asked.

           "Yeah, it was," I took a deep breath, "she tried to hurt me, she was behind bars, I kissed her, you were crying, I can't even begin to describe to whirlwind," I rapidly replied.

           "Aww I know you would never cheat on me Ant. We love each other too much to let that happen babe," Jazzy smiled, kissing me, "Want some tea?" She questioned, regardless of the fact that it was 3:48am on a Tuesday. A no show day, but still. My memory started to jog as Jazzy made my tea. The home was familiar and made me remember everything. A lot had happened over those five weeks. Jazzy and I had moved in together, we had visited Mexico, done plenty of shows, and even talked about our future...

FLASHBACK:

            "No way are we naming him that!" Anthony laughed, "No son of mine will go by 'Clifford' or 'Gary'," 

            "Okay...what about...Dylan? Logan? Owen? Karson? Liam?" Jazzy asked in excitement.

             "Much better, but out of the five I would say Logan and Liam," Anthony replied, now standing parallel to Jasmine, who was on the couch.

            "Okay what about for a girl?" Jazzy queried Anthony.

            "Well...I have always loved the name Madison," Anthony answered confidently.

            "OooOoo I love it babe," Jazzy replied in awe before standing up to kiss him. She pulled away, "How many little Puerto Rican-Mixed-curly haired nuggets are we gonna have anyway?"

            "Well four, if you're up to it. If not, I'd be perfectly happy with one or two." Anthony replied sweetly.

            "Four is perfect, three boys like their daddy and one little girl like their mommy," Jasmine grinned from ear to ear.

            "My little Princess Maddie, and my baseball guys Liam, Logan, and Karson," Anthony exclaimed.

            "We will always encourage them and hopefully get them in the theatre, but raise them a little outside of the city so they have a better childhood environment," Jazzy explained.

            "Hey! When did we have kids?!" Anthony laughed in realization and Jazzy joined in, "We haven't even made it to third base," he giggled before kissing Jaz. They were perfect. They had already built a future. They sat comfortably in each other's silence before falling asleep in each of their arms.

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            "Order up!" Jazzy shouted from the kitchen, bringing me back to reality, "You look pretty perky for just having had a nightmare!" Jaz exclaimed. 

            "I was just thinking about the conversation we had about our future kids, it makes me smile," I told her, "I want to bring in a new concept," I courageously stated, "How would you feel about um...marriage?" I gulped anxiously. Jazzy just gently smiled and began talking.

            "Well, marriage in general would be scary. But marriage to you would be lovely. I mean, I definitely see it happening. And I know you see it too. As for my proposal rules, I have a long list," Jazzy laughed.

            "Lemme hear it, I don't wanna let anything intervene with the day I ask you to take my hand in marriage," I beamed while Jazzy started speaking, and I took a sip of my tea.

            "Well if you really wanna hear it, here goes. Number one, you need to ask my dad. Rule number two, please make sure my nails are done. Three, when the time is right, I will be okay with, you know..." she giggled, and then carried on, "Four, don't do it at someone else's event. Five, make it a surprise. Six, I will pick out the ring sometime this week and you can pick it up in a year, a month, half a year, whatever. But I want to pick it out myself. Seven, be romantic. Eight, say my FULL name before proposing. Nine, make sure I'm dressed nice. Ten, get a photographer. Eleven, get down on one knee. Twel-" She carried on forever but I listened. Some guys might've just brushed it aside but I listened. I listened to each syllable and made mental notes. No way was I going to fuck up the proposal to the love of my life.

Word Count: 1180

Hey guys!! Hopefully the beginning didn't give y'all too much of a heart attack, but I really loved writing this chapter because it was cute. Thanks for reading! -Kate