"So, who's the hot-shot you were with earlier?" Jack asked Rose as they strolled along the boat deck. "Is that your dad, uncle... boyfriend?"

"Why? Were you stalking me?" Rose smiled flirtatiously.

He chuckled warmly, "Yes, actually a little bit." Rose blushed and looked at the ground, shyly. "But seriously, Rose, who is he?"

She let out a sigh and looked over the railing longingly. "Cal, he's my fiance." Her sad eyes looked down at the wedding ring.

"Why so sad? Do you love him?" Jack stood next to her, trying to be reassuring and sympathetic.

"Pardon me?"

"Do you love him?" Jack repeated.

Rose raised her eyebrows and looked him up and down, "Well you're being very rude. You shouldn't be asking me this."

"Well, it's a simple question. Do you love the guy or not?"

"This is not a suitable conversation."

"Why can't you just answer the question?" Jack was a little bit impatient but still friendly.

Rose scoffed, shocked at his informality. "This is absurd. I don't know you and you don't know me and we are not having this conversation at all. You are rude and uncouth, and presumptuous, and I am leaving now." Rose started to shake his hand firmly. "Jack... Mister Dawson, it's been a pleasure. I've sought you out to thank you, and now I have thanked you."

"And even insulted me." His icy blue eyes were like a drug for her soul, she couldn't stop staring... And he was completely aware of what he was doing.

"Well, you deserved it."

"Right."

"Right." The both of them just stared at each other as their hands continued to shake one another's.

"I thought you were leaving." It was like their eyes were having sex.

Rose let go of his hand, "I am." She started to storm of but then turned back at him. "You are so annoying!"

He rolled his eyes humorously. "Ha ha."

"Wait," Rose said angrily but still joking. "I don't have to leave, this is my part of the ship. You leave."

Jack smirked, "Oh ho, ho, well well well, now who's being rude?"

Rose scowled and grabbed a book out of Jack's hand. "What is this stupid thing you're carrying around all the time?" Worst. Pickup line. Ever. Rose thought. She remembered making a mistake like that before, she couldn't do it again. "Are you an artist, Jack?" He nodded, leaning on a wall and smiling at her. "This is just exquisite work, Jack. You must tell me everything!"

The sun was setting in the West and Jack was still talking to Rose. They had gotten cozy on the bench with Rose pressed against his shoulder looking at his drawings. Jack was staring at her and she had no idea.

"You have a gift, Jack. You do. You see people." Rose glanced up at him gracefully.

Jack kept staring at her luminescent face. "I see you." Rose smiled, her cheeks turning crimson. There was an enchanting feeling in the air as the sun set. The easiest thing Jack could do was kiss her but he was a gentleman and decided not to.

"Rose!" It was Cal's voice calling her. He was on the other side of the deck looking for her.

"I should go..." Rose stood up.

"Do you have to?" Jack realized that he was holding her hand.

She nodded, "Cal's calling me, I must." Rose fluttered her eyes up to Jack's. They were ecstasy. "Goodnight, Jack Dawson."

"Night, Rose." Rose leaned over and gave him a small kiss on the cheek. Jack couldn't feel his body and it felt like something of an erosion was going on in his pants.

"Goodnight." She said quietly, before she walked away elegantly. Jack watched her go in astonishment. He put a hand on his cheek where Rose had made her mark on him forever.

"So... How'd it go?" A voice said from behind him. Jack whipped around. It was Tommy and Fabrizio.

"Did you get the ah... uh woody?" Fabrizio spoke in poor English but raised his eyebrows and nodded, smirking.

"Fabri!" Tommy scolded him. "That's nasty. So boyo, how'd you do?"

Jack felt his cheek again and smiled, wonderstruck. "There's pink lipstick on your chee-" Fabrizio moved closer and his jaw dropped. Jack nodded, still in his own world. He started to sprint for the bow of the boat like a little kid on Christmas morning. Jack stepped up on to the bars. "I'm in love!"

Cal grabbed Rose's wrist and tugged her in to her room. "I had Lovejoy follow you and he said that you were with that 'Dawson' character all day." He pushed her on to the bed. "You are forbidden to see him ever again, do you understand me, Rose?"

Rose looked up at him, infuriated. "No Cal... I do not understand!" She furrowed her eyebrows. "Jack is sensitive and sweet... And he actually listens to what I have to say, unlike you, who doesn't think that a woman should be granted the opportunity to speak. I can tell that he cares about me."

Cal stood up and stared at her for a second. He then punched her across her face. Rose's mouth was bleeding. Cal punched her again on her stomach. He showed no sorrow or guilt. "You may not come to dinner tonight, Rose. You will sit in here and think about what you have done to disrespect me." Cal slammed the door and Rose, in agonizing pain just wished to see Jack. She lay down on her bed feeling her mouth bleed, and her eye swell up. For the first time in her life, she really prayed. Rose prayed for Jack to come to her somehow.

"Forget her, Jack," Tommy lectured Jack. "She's a goddess indeed but way out of your league, boyo."

"Forget her? Yeah sure. Juliet was someone you could forget, not Rose. This is her room. Help me up, Tommy, Fabri." Fabrizio and Tommy hoisted him up the first class. Jack looked through the window and saw Rose reading a book. He smiled at the mere sight of her. Jack tapped on the window and saw her look up. She looked over-joyed as she ran over to the window to open it.

"Jack!" Rose embraced him with adoration. "I knew you'd come!"

"Rose, what happened to your eye?" Jack asked her anxiously.

"Oh... It was Cal." Rose welcomed him inside. Jack climbed through the window feeling like a less-charming Romeo Montague. "Anyways, Cal got angry."

Jack felt her delicate face, "Oh Rose... I'm so sorry." What Cal did just made him angry. He put his thumb over her black-eye regardfully.

"Ouch," Rose chirped almost silently.

"Sorry," He whispered. Jack slowly got Rose in to a gentle embrace and he ran his fingers through her hair. He shed a small tear because of the distress in her eyes. "Oh Rose!" Jack pressed his lips against her's for a long time. "Rose..." He said quietly in to her ear. He loved to say her name. Jack started to cry.

"Jack, why are you crying? Are you upset?" Rose's eyes were filled with tears as well.

"I'm upset because you're hurt... But I'm happy 'cause I'm with you."