Jared woke up the next morning and looked right at Misha, starting to smile when he saw his blue eyes staring at the ceiling. "Hey baby.." He smiled and kissed his cheek. "Do you want breakfast?" He asked, starting to get up. "We can go out and get something or I can-"

"Jared, we need to talk..." Misha muttered, sitting up.

Jared immediately frowned and sat up with him. "Okay..? About what?" He asked as he looked at Misha with a small frown.

"Jared, I... I love you. There's no doubt about it, but... We can't be together.."

"What? Why not?"

"I live in Chicago. I have a business in Chicago... I can't just leave it, Jared..." Misha said as he looked at his lap.

A mix of emotions played on Jared's face. Anger, hurt, sadness. A little bit more anger. "So last night meant nothing to you?"

"Last night meant everything to me, I promise it did. I just... I don't think that we should be together. Long distance relationships almost never work--"

"Then let's be different! We can make it work!"

"Jared, I'm sorry, but I don't want to get my heart broken..."

Jared shook his head and looked away from Misha. "Get out," he muttered.

"W-Wha-"

"GET OUT!"

Misha jumped and quickly got up. He was already dressed, so all he had to do was pull on his shoes and grab his phone, then he was off.

Jared shoved the blankets off of him then punched the wall. He stormed into the bathroom, cursing and muttering stuff under his breath. "I give him a fucking amazing night and thus is how he repays me," he growled as he got into the shower. "Fine. Fuck him then. Fuck everyone."