I thought it would be fun to write a story about Jack and Rose in the time where we live in now. Tell me what you think of it!

Rose Dewitt Bukater was sitting in class with her friends Rachel and Karen. It was a Monday afternoon and they were talking about the summer vacation and what they were going to do when they were free from school.

''I'm really looking forward to the summer vacation…'' Karen said.

''Oh, me too. I'm planning to go to Paris with my parents. It's called the city of love, girls. Maybe I'll finally meet my soulmate there.'' Rachel sighed.

Rose laughed at the silliness of her friends. ''The summer vacation is still so far away, girls. It's February. We have to go to school until July.'' Rose said.

Karen sighed. ''That doesn't matter. Imagine a whole month of freedom. Isn't that great?''

Rachel nodded. ''Oh, yes it is.''

Just then the school bell rang. Everyone got off their chair and started to walk to another lesson. All three of them had to go to another class room. Karen went to math, Rachel went to English class and Rose had to go to history.

Rose sat on the chair where she was always sitting in history class. When she was picking her books out of her backpack, she heard him coming. Jack. Rose had known who he was since her first year in high school, but this year was the first year they were in the same class. Jack was a very popular guy and he had a lot of friends. He also hang out with girls. Rose was not like that. She was friends with Rachel and Karen. It was always the three of them, but she didn't really hang out with other people.

She had liked Jack since the first time she saw him. He was really handsome and he seemed nice to other people. When Rose had seen that they were going to be in the same class, she had hoped that she would get to know him a little bit better. Unfortunately this wasn't the case. Jack had his own friends in class and he was always with them. Rose knew that she would never get Jack's attention and that she would never get a chance by him.

In the meanwhile Mrs. Smith had started with the lesson. She was a really cool teacher and Rose liked the way how she taught students history. Rose was taking over the things that Mrs. Smith was writing, when she thought that she felt a pair of eyes on her. She turned around and her eyes locked with Jack's. She felt that her cheeks reddened and she quickly looked back at her paperwork before her. After a couple of minutes Rose turned around again to see if Jack was still looking, but he was talking with his friend Ryan. Rose thought that she had imagined it and turned back to her table once again. Why would a guy as popular as Jack look at a girl like me? Rose thought to herself.

At the end of the lesson Mrs. Smith told them that they were going to do a project. They had to work in pairs and she told them that she wanted to know the next lesson with who you were going to work on the project. Rose didn't know someone she could work with. She actually didn't know anyone from this class.

Rose walked out of the class and realised that this had been her last class of the day. She walked out of the school and waited for the bus to come. When the bus arrived, it was already loaded with other students. There was only one free bench to sit on, so Rose decided that she would sit there. When the driver was closing the doors there was someone else that quickly ran inside the bus. At first Rose couldn't make out who it was.

''The next time a little bit earlier, please.'' The driver said.

''Of course, sir.'' Rose heard him say. It was then that she heard it was Jack.

Jack walked further in the bus to see if there was any place to sit. The only place that was left was the place beside Rose. Rose was fully aware of this. She hoped that Jack would come and sit next to her. She didn't have to hope very long, because Jack was standing beside the place.

''Can I sit here?'' He asked.

Rose nodded. ''Yes.'' She said.

That was the first time he had really said something to her. Rose felt that she was somewhat nervous. She didn't know what she should say, but Jack easily solved that problem for her.

''We are in the same class, right?'' He asked.

Rose nodded again. ''Yes, we are… in history.'' Rose looked at him. He looked even more handsome when he was close to her.

Jack held out his hand for her. ''My name is Jack Dawson.'' He said.

Rose had the feeling she was going to laugh. Of course she knew his name. She had done nothing but look at him for the past year.

Rose took his hand and shook it. ''I'm Rose. Rose Dewitt Bukater.''

Jack smiled. ''I believe I knew that already, but just to know for sure.'' He winked.

Rose felt that her cheeks reddened, just like they had done in class. ''How come that you already knew?''

Jack laughed. ''Well, we are in the same class, remember?''

Rose had to laugh at this as well. She sensed that it was really easy to talk to him. She hadn't thought that she was ever going to be able to talk to Jack Dawson…but here she was. Talking to Jack Dawson. Rose hoped that this ride would last for another couple of minutes.