A/N Very sorry for the lack of updates again! Had another battle with writers block on this one. Again i'm still not entirely happy with it, but i'm posting it now, so i can get on with the story. Thank you too Miss Christine Elizabeth , and Degrass for your reviews! :D Now, this chapter has the whole gangs POV's in it once again, but their not getting together for drinks just yet! That'll be in the next chapter. I know what i'm doing now for a little while at least, so i shouldn't be battling with writers block on this story again for awhile, so be ready for some regular updates XD. Here's chapter 9, remember to review! xx
Chapter 9
Rose
Rose stood just inside her motel room, her back against the door, gazing up at the ceiling. She couldn't believe what she had just done. She had just gone and talked to two young, very attractive men, and had been invited to their motel room for drinks. And she had accepted the invite!
Rose felt wild. She didn't know these two young men at all, she didn't know where they were from, or how old they were even. Though by a judgement call she guessed they were the same age as her, or perhaps a year older. They could be anyone, they could be creeps, looking for beautiful young women to steal away. This wasn't a very good part of the city after all.
Rose quickly shook those thoughts away. No, they couldn't be. They were safe. She just knew they were trustworthy, they had to be. She felt an unbelievably strong attraction to the blonde man, Jack Dawson. He just seemed so real, and different from all the other men Rose had ever met.
She would have to prepare for tonight. She walked over to the bed in the center of the motel room, placed the bag of clothing on it, and began to rummage around for the most expensive piece she had bought. She wanted to look good, and impress Jack, all though she thought anything she wore would probably impress him, he was of third class after all.
Rose would spend the rest of the afternoon preparing for her next encounter with Jack Dawson. She wasn't sure what she expected to happen between the two of them, she wasn't even sure if she wanted anything to happen. She was engaged, engaged to a rich, unimaginable bastard. A rich unimaginable bastard who she planned as of right now to never see again in her lifetime. She only hoped she would be able to continue to remain under the radar, and out of Cal's, and her mother's clutches.
As of this very moment she was free, but she knew that things could easily change. Cal was rich and powerful. She would have to watch the news, read it regularly and see what was going on. If Cal sent out a search party for her, Rose would have to leave, immediately. She couldn't risk being caught by Cal. If she was, it was very likely that she would never see the light of day again. She would be even more trapped than she had been previously. And Rose didn't think she would be able to take being trapped a second time.
Jack
Jack was amazed at how wonderful the room looked. By looking at the streets outside, no one would ever guess that inside this motel, it would be so elegant and beautiful.
For the first time in his entire life, Jack felt as though he was in first class. It was an odd feeling, he wasn't sure if he much cared for it. Everything seemed too fancy. Perhaps he wasn't cut out for first class life, destined to be third class and poor forever. To be quite honest that was fine with him. He wouldn't lose any sleep over the fact that he was this way and would have to live this way, the third class lifestyle, he actually preferred it.
"So, Fabri, what do you think of this place? Nice huh?" Jack asked his best friend, with an expression of awe on his face.
"Yes it's very nice! I feel like I've been transported into first class, other than my clothes of course!" Fabrizio told Jack excitedly.
Jack laughed, "Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing!"
"Well, you know what they say. Great minds think alike! Yes?" Fabrizio replied with a chuckle.
Jack laughed again, "That is true my friend." He replied.
There was a pause as both Jack and Fabrizio took everything in.
"I guess seven dollars isn't so bad for a room like this." Jack finally admitted, breaking the silence.
Fabrizio nodded in agreement. "So, you invited Bella Rosa from next door for drinks tonight, but where are we getting the alcohol from? We have no more money to spend on something like that! We need to save what we do have for food!" Fabrizio explained to Jack anxiously.
Jack suddenly realised Fabri was right, he couldn't afford to pay for the alcoholic beverages that Rose was expecting to be offered when she arrived that evening.
Jack also knew that just by looking at Rose, she could probably afford to buy her own drinks herself, and maybe a round for everyone else, and still have thousands of dollars left over, but she was going to be the guest of honour tonight, and besides that fact, there was absolutely no way in hell that Jack was going to let a lady pay. It was really a mans job to provide. Jack had learned that when he was merely twelve years old, but he had most definitely not learned this kind behaviour from his father. Jack's father had never held a job longer than 2 months, and had always had Jack supporting the whole family, along with Jack's mother, his wife working hard as a seamstress.
Jack stood in the center of the room, his eyebrows pulled down deep in thought. Trying to figure out what to do. What was the best way to handle this situation? Only one thought occurred to him at this point and time, and that was stealing. He had stolen before, as a young boy in a candy shop, but he had never stolen anything more serious, and especially not alcohol. Jack suddenly thought better of this. He would get caught and be imprisoned. Then he would never see Rose again. There was no way he was going to let that happen either.
A thought struck him then. "Hey Fabri, why don't you go talk to Helga at the train station? She'll be getting paid today most likely, maybe she could do us a favour and buy the drinks?" Jack suggested slowly. "Tell her I'll pay her back for it though once I have the money, okay? I usually wouldn't ask a beautiful lady to buy something like alcohol for me, but I'm desperate! I need to impress Rose." Jack explained to his best friend, a pleading look on his face.
Fabrizio nodded, "sure thing Jack, I'll go ask Helga right now, I'll be back soon."
"Thanks Fabri! I really owe you, and Helga one!" Jack exclaimed thankfully as Fabrizio ran out the door.
Helga
The day had been slow so far. It was only noon now, and Helga had only started her shift at the train station in Philadelphia at nine o'clock that morning. Perhaps the day only seemed to be dragging because she was anticipating what awaited her when she arrived at the motel across the street. Helga couldn't wait to spend more time with Fabrizio. She missed him terribly already, and it had only been three hours.
There hadn't been many people in the train station that morning buying tickets, and right now the train station was completely deserted, other than Helga and a few of the other workers sitting behind numerous counters.
It was quiet, and Helga began to fill her afternoon thinking about Fabrizio. His dark hair, his dark chocolate brown eyes. That amazing Italian accent. The way he smelled, the way he looked into her eyes so lovingly. How she felt when he had held her close on the train ride there, when Jack had already fallen asleep for the night.
Helga sighed dreamily, thinking about this young man, who she seemed to love so much already, and she had only known him for barely two days. It seemed completely ridiculous, and she knew she should be careful with her heart, but she also knew that Fabrizio wouldn't hurt her, and that she would always be safe with him. Nothing would come between the two of them. Perhaps one day they could go off on their own somewhere, start a life for themselves, start their own family…
"Helga? Sweetheart?"
A loud voice snapped Helga out of her dreamy thoughts, her eyes refocused, and she was positively delighted when she saw who was standing before her.
It was Fabrizio! She hadn't expected to see him for a few more hours, when she would be arriving across the street back at the motel.
"Fabri, hi!" Helga exclaimed excitedly. "What are you doing here?" She asked him curiously.
Fabrizio
Helga's beautiful light blue eyes shone with joy and excitement as she looked into his.
God, she looks so beautiful, she always looks beautiful. Fabrizio thought to himself happily. I'm so glad she's mine!
Fabrizio suddenly had a million thoughts running through his mind, a million different things that he wanted to tell Helga, some were very romantic and mushy, but unfortunately those things would have to wait for later. Right now he was doing Jack a favour, and had to keep his mind focused on the task at hand, helping his best friend impress the woman, who seemed to be the woman of his dreams. Rose Dewitt-Bukater.
Fabrizio smiled at Helga, "It's a long story!" Fabrizio began, "I'll tell you every single detail later, but right now, I'm going to make a long story short. Jack met a woman back at the motel, and he seems really crazy about her. He invited her over to our motel room at seven o'clock tonight for drinks, and she agreed. The only problem is, the motel room was really kinda expensive, so we don't have enough money for drinks."
Helga looked at Fabrizio with new joy in her deep light blue eyes. "Fabri! Jack met a woman? That's great news! Oh, I'm so happy for him!" She exclaimed cheerfully, running around the desk she was seated behind and hugging Fabrizio forcefully.
Fabrizio chuckled, kissed her forehead, and then pulled back to look her in the eyes. "It is, it's amazing news. And Jack was wondering if once you're done your shift, and you get your pay, if you could buy the alcohol for us. Jack said that he would pay you back of course once he has the money, he just doesn't have it right now, because we haven't been able to find any jobs yet." Fabrizio explained to Helga softly.
"Of course! I'll do that for him. I would do anything for you, and your best friend Fabri." she told Fabrizio kindly, leaning in to kiss him on the lips.
The kiss was soft and short, but sweet all the same. Fabrizio grinned down at her. "Thank you so much! So, we'll see you tonight, with the alcohol."
Helga smiled widely up at him, "yes, you will." She replied with a laugh.
