Impractical Jokers, Practically

Chapter Thirty

"Do you want a bachelorette party?" 

"Are you kidding?" I scoff. "I never liked the idea of that. Why would I want to see a bunch of guys half naked right before I'm about to get married? In my mind, it's still considered cheating." My eyes widen, "D-Do you want a bachelor party?" 

Sal gives me a soft smile, "You're the only woman I want to see. Don't worry, if you're not having one, I'm not either." 

I sigh, reassured, and finish the last bite of the breakfast that we made. Just another thing we did together. I sit back in my chair at the table and hold back a grin. I can get used to this. 

Secretly, I'm relieved that Sal is not going to have a bachelor party, the "one last night of freedom" kind where he gets drunk out of his mind and gets lap dances from barely clothed girls. In my eyes, if a fiance can do that right before he's about to get married, how much in love can he be? Surely, if he really wanted his fiancee, he wouldn't and shouldn't be looking at anyone else except his soon-to-be wife. My two cents. 

And I wouldn't want to picture Sal in a strip club or doing anything like that...Just the thought of it makes me shudder. 

"Are you okay?" 

I look up at Sal's worried glance. I must have actually shivered or trembled or something. I relax, and shoot him a smile, "Fine. Just thinking about something."

Sal grabs my hand, "Everything will be fine. I already talked with Jenna, she's helping with the last minute details. So are the guys. It'll all come together perfectly, you'll see." He lets go of me and gets up, so that he can grab our plates and start doing the dishes. 

With his back to me, I lean on my hand and start scrolling through my phone. "Do you need any help?" I ask Sal, half preoccupied by the social media that I'm glancing at. 

"No, I'm almost done," was Sal's reply, but I hardly heard him.

Sitting up straight, I gasp. I had found something quite...interesting. Interesting and unexpected. I don't know whether I should gawk at Sal or my phone screen. I take turns doing both as Sal finishes up at the sink and turns to face me in confusion.

I stare back at him in confusion. This is almost like a eye-staring contest. But, instead of who can't blink the longest, it's who can stare in bewilderment the longest. 

"Sal?" I break first, obviously with the need to ask. "Y-You put it online? That w-we're engaged?"

I look down at my phone, still appalled at what I'm seeing. Right there, all over Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram, is a picture of Sal and me that he captioned simply with, "Marrying this girl in only a matter of days <3." The likes and comments are through the roof, most of them being positive thankfully. Scrolling further, there's even news articles talking about us. In big bold letters, "Sal and Alexa from Hit TV Show, Impractical Jokers, Announce Engagement." Now that Sal made it known, it was all over the internet. 

"Oh." Sal's voice pulls me away from the screen and I look up at him, ready for his explanation. "Yeah, I did. It was time for the fans to know." His face quickly tenses up. "Did...Did you not want me to?" 

I feel disoriented. This usually doesn't happen. Sal isn't one to post about personal things, especially personal relationship things. He likes privacy. Setting my phone down, I try to answer his question, "No. I, uh..."

Sal smiles warily, "Does that mean 'no', you didn't want me to or 'no, it's fine'?" 

"It's...I'm just surprised that's all. I didn't think you would--You usually don't--And you didn't say anything to me."