**The day before "Don't Kill All Your Friends, Kiss All Your Friends!" occurs**

(Jack's POV)

I held Wynter's hand as her dark eyes studied me, Mikey standing on the other side of the hospital bed with two basses: a red one for him and a blue one for her. It was so early the sun hadn't even risen yet. "You look like Neil..." She observed. I looked down at the tux I had borrowed from him. "Yeah," I said, flicking the collar, "I can't believe I have to wear this monkey suit!" She smiled weakly, "Do you really have to go?" I squeezed her hand and smiled, glancing up at Mikey. "Well, I promised Neil I'd go to the press conference. You gotta understand, Wynnie. The Perkins aren't just business people, we're like America's sweethearts. The media wants us to 'feel like their own family' or some shit. Besides, you'll have fun here with Mikey. And if you guys take a break you could even introduce him to Andy."
She smiled and started singing America's Suitehearts by Fall Out Boy quietly and I laughed. I brushed her light blue hair off of her forehead and kissed it. "Love you, Wynnie." I turned to leave but she caught my hand. "Can you sing There's a Good Reason These Tables Are Numbered Honey before you go?" I cracked a smile and nodded before dancing around the dim room like a retard, singing her favorite song.

Please leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman.
From that moment you'll be out of place and underdressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it.
Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and...

Mikey laughed and Wynter watched with the biggest, brightest smile on her face. I always love that smile, and it's best when I'm the one who gives it to her. I kept singing and dancing like a fool while Mikey laughed his ass off. Her favorite part was coming up, so I lowered my voice and got closer to her as I snapped my fingers.

And keep telling yourself that "I'm a diva!"

She burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. I continued singing, trying hard not to laugh as her lips were turning purple. Her squeaky giggle soon turned into a cough and I stopped singing. Mikey put the basses on the floor and held her hand as she coughed her lungs up. I walked over to the bed in a daze and pushed her hair out of her face. "Are you okay, Wynnie? Should I call the nurse?" She shook her head and covered her mouth with the back of her free hand. Mikey looked at me with a worried look in his eyes, but relief washed over his face when she stopped coughing. I patted her back. "I'm sorry, Wynnie. I have to go. I love you, be good for Mikes." I said before turning and walking to the elevator. She shouted that she loved me too right as the elevator doors closed and my smile faded.

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I climbed into the passenger seat of Neil's car and sighed as classical music played quietly over his speakers. "Can we please listen to my music? Just for today?" He clenched his jaw and turned it to 1901 by Phoenix. I rested my head on the window and watched the sun rise over the trees as they flew by. Neither of us said anything for a moment until Neil cleared his throat. "So, you remember what to do, right?" I licked my chapped lips. "Yeah, I know," I mumbled in response. We didn't say anything else for maybe another hour. Finally, we stopped and I stepped out of the car slowly. My legs felt like lead, but I had to walk quickly to keep up with Neil. We entered a huge room with fluorescent lights and were greeted by a sea of flashing cameras and chattering reporters. We made our way down a gray-carpeted aisle until we got to a glass table with four glasses of water and our names sitting on it. Our parents were already here.
I sat at the spot marked 'Jackson Perkins III' and took a long drink from my glass of water. My mom picked up her mic and announced that we would now be taking questions and eager hands rippled into the air.
Neil pointed at a random guy and the room hushed. "Jackson III, why haven't you come to a conference in 3 years? What have you been up to?" I tapped my fingers on the table and cleared my throat. "Uh I've been living in Newark with my roommate and attending a public high school. I've been trying to focus on my studies and become more mature in order to take good care of the business when I inherit it." I drank my water again. More reporters. More questions. Most of them were for me. I was asked about the stock market, school, Connor, my business plans and other stuff that I couldn't care less about. Apart from Connor, of course. He's a human being, after all. My glass of water had to be refilled twice while the others remained untouched. I zoned out as mom answered some lengthy business question, but snapped back to reality when I was addressed with yet another question.
"Jackson III, do you have a girlfriend?" I was a little stunned by the question but was about to answer no before my mom cut me off.

"Jackson is engaged." The room erupted and a sea of cameras flashed.
"We will not be taking any more questions."

Notes

I'm sorry.

Here's a picture of the mystery fiance.

Her name is Jessica :D