"Right," Jack smiled. Rose cleared her throat, waiting for Jack to open the gate like the lady she was showing off to be. Jack decided to play along, and bowed. "Yes, ma'am. So, Miss. Rose Dewitt Bukater, why were you in London with you're family?" Right. Rose still had so much to tell Jack, and she wanted to share every bit of her life with him. Was it incredibly unsubtle that she had been intertwined and tied every way to this boy, but he had no clue anything about her than that of her name, her lifestyle that she hated, and that he was madly in love with her?
"Cal insisted that we make dire quest to formally announce the proposal. We were there for a matter of weeks, and it was incredibly dull," said Rose boldly. She gently stroked the facets that were very bright, and extraordinary, and couldn't help but to notice that every way she turned it would make shines of pure light. "Like I said, you would've gone straight to the bottom," Jack laughed, but was being discreet. Rose touched his face and felt his very warm cheeks as she deciphered the emotion in his eyes. "That's it," she said out of no where, "This repulsive thing is coming off." She hastily removed the rock and set it on the railing, and folded her arms thinking about how she felt about Cal.
"No, Rose," jack said sternly, "I've got a better use of it." Rose could only dream of what that could mean, and suddenly she felt horrible for thinking it. She had to stop being so selfish, and she knew in her heart that if Jack did ever propose to her with that ring that ring she would no doubt accept. "Be my guest, and do whatever you want with it," Rose laughed. Jack smirked at her as if he could read her mind and every bit of it too. He shook his head with a grin, and stuffed the ring down into his pocket. "So, what's on the agenda for today," jack said, changing the subject. "I don't really know. It's about noon now, so that leaves a few hours before dinner. We could do a reenactment of last night," Rose said deviously.
"If there was really only a way I could resist that," muttered Jack. Rose grabbed his forearms, and leaned into kiss him to start off, though she really had no idea where they would go. "Mrs. Dewitt Bukater," called a voice from the shadows interrupting Rose and Jack. Rose peered around Jack's shoulders and looked to see the master of arms. "I have come to inform you that Mr. Hockley is calling you for Tea," said the harshly written man. Jack rolled his eyes and sighed. "Thank you, sir. However, Mr. Dawson will escort me back to my room," Rose said. "Ma'am, I was asked to escort you back. Mr. Hockley said he wouldn't have a filth escort his fiancée anywhere," the master of arms objected simply quoting Cal.
"Well, you can inform Mr. Hockley that I'll be there when I may be so," Rose commented in aggravation. The master of arms accepted Rose's polite words with no sign of dragging her with him. Rose watched him until he was back into the first class entrance, and stared up into Jack's eyes.
"Such rebels now, aren't we," jack said as a rhetorical question. "What about being rebellious?" Rose added and pursed her lips. "I can tell you still haven't forgot about that," jack asserted. "Nope," Rose smiled and kissed his lips, and at that moment something spectacular happened that Rose could call in certainty, her miracle. It started to rain. She'd felt the rain before, and it was nothing admirable, or at least to the extent she was celebrating it now. Rose was now not taking life for granted, and appreciated every small thing. She could look at every person, or any object and know that they had a reason to be there. Maybe this rain's purpose was to cleanse Rose from her old life, and welcome all the new things there.
"Oh no, Rose!" jack pointed to the side of ship, "There's your mother!" Rose grabbed Jack's hand and bolted to get out of site. "Oh, shit," Rose whispered. They flitted until they got back to the third class gate, and then reached the rail. The two the burst out into laughter finally, and fell back to listen to each other's heart beats. "This is going to be quite a sight to see when we're getting off of the ship. How do you think you're going to get away from your Mother and Cal," pondered jack aloud. "By not letting them see me again, which means I'm not going back tonight. I'll do whatever it takes," Rose proclaimed.
The two then heard distant laughter from the bench a few feet away and laughed also. "Fabree," Fabrizio sounded, trying to get the, Norwegian girl he was with, to understand his name. The girl sounded, "Favree," and smiled at her pronunciation. Fabrizio clapped, and said, "Zee-oh. Fabrizio." The girl smiled and tried once more, "Farbreezeeoh," she replied. "Good," Fabrizio congratulated her, with a hug. "You?" The girl stared at him in confusion. "Nombre…Name," Fabrizio finally found the word after sorting through languages. "Oh. Helga," smiled the girl.
"Nothing on earth could come between them," Rose mused. "Nothing," jack repeated into the distance and put his hand into his pocket, and then he turned around with a jolt. "Fabrizio," Jack called over to the bench where Helga and he sat. Fabrizio nodded towards Jack, and motioned for Helga to hold still and stay there until he returned. Jack took a few steps forward to meet and leaned in to whisper in his ear. Rose couldn't hear any of the conversation except a few muffled whispers, "This… Poker Game… best thing… use it… happiest man in the world." What? Was Rose hearing what she thought? Was Jack going to be that low to use her engagement ring for a poker game? A Game where that ring could end up in the hands of anyone?
"I luckiest man in whole world!" Fabrizio said ecstatically, and jumped into the air. That proved it even more. Jack and Fabrizio were lucky enough to win the tickets for the ship, so why not be lucky and win money for that ring? Rose was utterly appalled, by this idea. It was so uncanny and…and…selfish. She had no affection for Cal anymore, but she still didn't want her ring to be used in that way. Rose arranged her hands into fists, and walked away. Jack looked up at her with bulky eyes, and roared, "Rose! Come back, Rose!" Jack shrank down and fell to the floorboards. "I'm such an idiot, Fabrizio. She thinks I'm going to bet with that ring."
Rose felt tears over flowing in her eyes, but she didn't want to cry over this boy, because at this point in time he wasn't worth it to her. But truly, he was worth more than anything. More than the sun, the moon, the stars, and the whole entire universe. What if two lovers were deeply in love that everything seemed too perfect? What if?
Finally done with chapter three, after a couple of days. This was a hard one to write considering there isn't much to do when you're incapable of going some where without getting caught. Just know that Cal has a plan for Rose when she returns. A hideous plan. Please review this and keep giving me ideas. I'll need them. (:
