Hey this is my first Titanic story! This idea came to me in math class :P Shh ;) I was trying to pay attention I swear! Haha I decided to write and post it. I really hope you enjoy it. I am shocked that I am starting to write new fanfics in different categories. I have been writing for the musical Wicked for about a year now… o_O Oh well I still love writing those stories :D Now on to the story! As Always -Greengirl16

A/N: I apologize for any grammar or spelling errors in advance

The crowd could be cheering from down the street. The car pulled up to the red carpet and halted. The cheers became louder. The door swung open and a thin gorgeous woman stepped out. The flashes from the cameras where already blinding the woman and she smiled politely and waved at her fans as she was silently escorted to the front of the theatre and entered.

It was the premier of her new movie. She hadn't wanted to come, but she was the lead role and Andrew wouldn't let her stay in the house. Andrew was her agent. He also was madly in love with her and she was well aware of it, but didn't like to acknowledge it. She had feelings for someone else, someone who she could never be with, for he had died 8 years earlier. She sighed as memories rushed back to her. The few days she had known him had been the best ones of her life. Her eyes started to fill with tears so she subtly brushed her cheek to keep them from falling. She had to stay strong. She had promised him she'd live and she had, though it was hard to move on when she desperately longed for him to be standing at her side. She considered him to be her number one fan, looking over her. She smiled at that thought.

"Rose? Darling are you alright?" Andrew asked.

She looked around for a split second before focusing on his face. "Pardon me?"

"Are you alright?" Andrew asked worriedly. "You seemed like you were in another world for a while."

Rose wished she were in another world one where she and Jack could be together again. "I am fine." She snapped, feeling guilty for doing so. The date was April 12, 1920. Exactly 8 years ago, she had met the most wonderful loving man in her life, only to have him taken from her 3 days later. She prayed for the days that they would meet again in the afterlife and they could be together forever. She could already see his smiling face waiting for her to join him.

"Here's your seat Miss Dawson." Someone said, interrupting her thoughts again.

She muttered a thank you and sat down.

It was a typical Friday evening. Trying to make your way through the crowded city streets. A man was headed home from work, relieved it was the weekend. He'd have 2 days to go home and drink away his memories that haunted him. Two days wasn't long, but he took whatever he could get. He needed to make money, which is why he stuck with his terrible working conditions. Otherwise, he wouldn't have money to buy the expensive beer he liked.

He winced as he heard screaming fans. He hated movie premiers they made it even more difficult to walk home. He started shoving people out of his way, which proved to be more difficult than he originally planned. Posters for the opening movie were posted all over the theatre and some fans held some, waving them back and fourth in the air.

Somebody jabbed their elbow into his side. He bit his lip to hold back his cry of pain. He turned to glare at the man when he caught sight of the celebrity everyone was screaming about. He saw the back of her dress and her long auburn wavy hair just as she entered the theatre, the door closing behind her. She had beautiful hair. He wondered who she was.

He turned to a fan, "Who is that?" He asked. The person gave him a look that seemed to wonder what planet he was from.

"The one and only, Rose Dawson. Isn't she gorgeous?" He said.

Jack nodded in agreement. He had to wonder, what was it with him and red heads named Rose. It struck his as ironic, but he ignored it because he knew his Rose had died about 8 years ago… His thoughts grew deeper as he realized that today would have been the eighth anniversary since they had met. He wished she where still with him to share this day with him. He sighed at hurried home because along with his amazing memories of his little time he had spent with Rose were bringing back the memory that haunted every dream for the last 8 years, the night she died. He had never seen her again; she had been left at sea with all the other passengers who didn't live. He wished it were him that had died in her place. She had so much more to live for, it was cruel really. He could hardly wait until the day they would meet again, if that day could only come quicker.

Rose was led out the back exit of the theatre to avoid the fans and paparazzi. The car sat there running, with the driver holding the door open for her. She walked to the car and saw a man hurry past the alley holding a briefcase; she figured he was going home from work. He had blonde hair and seemed like he could be a very handsome man, but she was far away so she couldn't get a glimpse of his face. He suddenly turned as if reading her thoughts and stared right at her. Rose felt faint. He looked so much like Jack, she could have sworn it was his twin. Rose closed her eyes and when she opened them he was gone.

Great. She thought to herself, now I really am going crazy.

She stepped into the car and sat down, the driver shutting the door behind her. The driver then hopped in the front seat and they drove off.

So…what do you think? Should I continue? Review.