In the morning, the bright light was shining through the curtains out on the patio, and the shadows made everything seem bigger. What a fine example this was of her current life now. Everything was much bigger, and seemed more significant to herself. She rose up from the bed, stretched her arms up high, and caught view of herself in the mirror. She looked like a wreck, but she oddly liked it. And then- Oh! She remembered the previous night and she got up. She gracefully waltzed over to the closet and out of instinct walked towards the closet to change into her morning wardrobe, and then laughed at herself. Letting go of the first class routine would be much harder than she thought, but without another though she walked out of the room wearing the same outfit she had on the night before, and without brushing through the mess that was her hair. She walked out into the brightly-lit hallway with bright gazing eyes. How was it that everything looked exactly the same, but she felt so different? Could one life be changed for another? It certainly felt that way.
All of the sudden, Rose heard very familiar voice coming from behind her, but even before she could turn around he had grabbed her by the arms. "Oh, Cal, give it a rest. You can find some one else to have your fortune with. Do you know the reason my Mother is so fond of you?" she asked harshly. He stared blankly into her eyes with force, trying to get her to understand him with no words. "My father left us nothing but debt, and Mother says this marriage will ensure our survival. To me, it's utterly selfish and unfair." Cal looked further in what Rose was telling, thinking of a way to convince Rose that he truly didn't want to lose her. "Rose, this isn't about money. This is about love, and my feelings for you. I could- I could lose my mon-money… and still try to support you with every bit of my affections." His words were all too true, and couldn't have agreed with him more. "Good words, Mr. Caledon Hockley, all too true." Cal was confused on what she meant. Did she long for his affection? Did he win it back with those words that he hardly meant? Maybe that was why Rose had been so melancholy lately. Maybe that was why she had run to that gutter rat instead of him.
Rose took advantage of his speechlessness, and ran. She didn't know where she was going, but she was going nonetheless. "Rose! Come back!" but she was too far already gone to hear him. Cal felt a hand perch upon his shoulder, and looked over to see Lovejoy. "Would you like for me to search for them? Or rather, Him, Mr. Hockley?" he said with such mono-tone that you could tell he was hardly interested. "No, surely not. Once she gets sick of being his little drawing whore, she'll be back. We'll make her see," said Cal with a devious grin as he eased into Rose's state room.
Mr. Andrews stood leaned over the railing in deep thought near the steps to go down to the third class. Rose walked towards Mr. Andrews to say good morning, but she couldn't get the warmth off of her mind. It was much warmer than it had been the night before, and she couldn't remember the last time the sun felt this great. Had Jack changed all of this? "Good Morning, Mr. Andrews!" Rose said brightly with so much color in her voice. "You're certainly in a good mood today, Rose." He spoke with minimal emotion, but smiled because Rose seemed happy. "Oh, yes!" and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and then slowly backed away. "But you don't exactly seem in one yourself…" she assumed. "No, I could be much better. I could be a much better person as well," he paused, "Look. Look down towards the end of the ship. I built this ship, and the quality for third class could be much better. I feel absolutely horrid about making the third class part of the ship look anymore different than the first. Aren't we all people?
"Jack's speech at dinner made me realize what a monster I am," he said with sadness composed all over his face. "But you're a wonderful person for being able to see that they're the same as us. I might be a tad bit bias, but Jack Dawson is the most wonderful person I have ever met, and deserves to the richest man here," exclaimed Rose. "Ah, I see you have pursued some things with Mr. Dawson," winked Mr. Andrews. Rose grinned, "Which reminds me… I'll see you later Mr. Andrews."
Rose could hardly wait to see how Jack looked this morning. He would have that tan tint of his skin from the sun, and that wonderful smile that resembled nothing she had seen before. She then spot eye of Fabrizio standing over at the piano, right by the door that hardly hung to its hinges, and walked over to him. "Good morning, Fabrizio! Where is Jack this morning?" Rose asked with anticipation. "Ha Ha he look for you," she knew that he couldn't speak English very well but she appreciated his effort. "Thank you". Knowing that Jack couldn't go much further than the third class area, she walked out onto the deck. "Jack! Jack! Jaaack!"
All of the sudden, rough and large fingers were rested on her eyes from behind. "Guess who?" the person said with a smile in his voice. "I can only wonder," Rose said playfully. She turned only to see Jack's sunlit face. He put his hands around her waist twirled her through the air while she laughed and then she bent her head, out of Jack's pleasant surprise, and kissed his lips with enthusiasm. It was almost like a fairy tale, except she wasn't the peasant, and Jack wasn't the Prince Charming. She ran her fingers through his warm, soft hair and finally when the kiss ended but left her arms around his shoulders, not daring to move them. "So, how was your night last night, dear?" Jack winked. Rose laughed at the word dear. It sounded so peculiar, in a jokingly way, but she knew Jack meant it in more ways than one. "It was a little bit of both. The best if I am allowed to count the wonderful things that happened yesterday afternoon. The worst if I am allowed to count being without you for too long. It's like…like, I couldn't breathe without you. It's like someone just turned the gravity switch off, and I can't bring myself back to the height I was on." Rose said, peering into Jack's eyes, "Wow, I am hopeless romantic, aren't I?"
"No, no. Absolutely not. I'm the one who thought I was going to combust yesterday when you told me to leave alone. That isn't a function my body has," laughed Jack. "Well, you can tell I can't either. That was what, Five minutes? - until I came back to you?" Rose said quizzically. "What made you come back to me? I thought the same reason would keep you away from me forever," Jack said to himself. "Let's just say you were right about me being mailed to the wrong address" They walked across the deck holding each other's hand. "I usually am right, but that isn't the point," Jack smiled, "So… does Cal know about us?" Rose looked for a way to explain what she thought, "Yes, and No. Not every detail at least." By this time they reached the gate to the first class, and Jack had conflict in his eyes. "Don't worry. You're with me," she played with his fingers, "You jump, I jump, right?
Okay, I know, I know. I didn't do a proper introduction last time. But I promise, I will from now on. I'm sure you're getting what's going on with my story now. And it's seems some what boring now, but I will add some very interesting twists. Even Jack and Rose have to have some conflict, right? 8D Please keep reviewing, and giving me suggestions. The last reviews were very, very sweet. ( :
