Hi! I'm so sorry I have no updated this in several months – I think it's close to a year now – and there's no excuse for that except that life got in the way. Which is what everyone else says. However, hopefully this will be long and thank you so much to everyone who added this to his or her favorite stories/update lists! That really does mean a lot. And now on with the story…. Please read and review, too!

"So you're broken up?"

"Yeah, we are."

"Did you tell her why?"

"I told her that we ere really not right for each other and we had grown apart. I don't think she realized we never really had anything in common to begin with..."

"So, where does this leave us?" I asked after we had walked about half a block.

"Well, Rose," Jack said, then paused. "I don't want… I mean, some people might think that if I started dating you, then you'd just be the rebound girl. They also think we'd never last."

"They might think that anyway." I said, then freaked out to myself when Jack said he wanted to date me.

"Yeah, I know. But that's not really fair. Anyone who thinks you're a rebound girl is really dead wrong."

"What did you just say?" My heart was leaping out of my chest.

"I mean…" He blushed.

"Oooh, did I make Jack Dawson blush?" I paused before adding, "What do you mean by that? Wouldn't I be a rebound girl?"

"I guess you might be, because I would be dating you after I just broke up with Angela. But the truth is, I wanted to go out with you even before we broke up. I really care about you, Rose, and I'm so glad you saved my life. If it means that I get to be with you, even as a friend, that would be amazing."

My heart melted at those words. I really liked him and he was such a nice guy. Anyone would be lucky to call Jack his or her friend. When I told him this, he got a huge smile on his face.

"Well, Jack, if you want to ask me out, I expect you o actually do it, not beat around the bush." That was true – I did want Jack to actually ask me, not just hint at it. He smiled and then said,

"Rose, will you do me the honor of going out with me on Saturday night?" I have to wait until Saturday? I thought. At my apparently crestfallen face, he added "Or, we could go out tonight? I just wasn't sure if you had plans already. You might have plans on Saturday night, too…"

"Jack, shut up!" I said playfully. "I'd love to go out with you tonight. I don't really go out a lot."

"Well, I'll try to live up to the standards of the guys in the past that you've dated. Wouldn't want to be some sleazy rich guy who only wants sex."

"Jack, um, I've never actually had a boyfriend and I've never been on a date. So this could suck and I'd never know it." I didn't want to meet his eyes because I didn't want to see him laughing at me. To my surprise, he took my hand.

"Rose, look at me. Please." When I did, he continued, "You may not have ever been on a date, so in that respect, you might not know. But I'm pretty sure you've been happy at some point in your life, and I want to make you happy."

"Jack, that is so sweet. Being with you makes me happy, even if we're just hanging out." One thing still bothered me: sex. I had never done it, and I really didn't want Jack to pressure me. As if he could read my mind, Jack started talking.

"I also meant what I said earlier. I'm not in this for sex. Angela was all about that, so I don't want us to be about that. I'm not going to pressure you, and I won't break up with you just because you're not giving me anything. I'm good with just talking, hanging out, watching movies."

"Jack, how do you do that?" He seemed surprised.

"Do what?"

"Take my breath away every time?" Jack gave me one of his smiles that made me melt. I think they'll always make me melt, even when we're 90. Whoa, 90? Will we still be together then? Wouldn't want to get ahead of myself.

"So, do you want to go home and change first, or is what you're wearing good enough?" As if he thought he said something wrong, he hastily added, "You look beautiful, by the way. You look beautiful in anything, though, so that's not saying much." Jack was so sweet.

"Are you trying to butter me up or something?" Jack laughed and shook his head. He offered me his arm.

"Shall we?" I smiled. He could be so corny, but so cute, at the exact same time.

"We shall." Jack and I started walking down the street, arm in arm.

The date was everything I'd been dreaming of and more. We didn't do much, just walked around and went into stores, trying on clothes, making the weirdest outfits we could come up with, and laughing. I thought dates had to be in expensive restaurants, all proper and stuffy, but I would take that date with Jack over any restaurant.

When he walked my home, we stood on my porch.

"I had a really nice time tonight, Rose."

"I did too, Jack. Thanks for making this the best first date ever. I know I have nothing to compare it to, but I was really happy tonight. I'm so glad I got to spend today with you."

"Rose, it was me who was happy to spend the day with you. I don't think I've laughed so hard in my life, and for so long!" Jack smiled, then got serious.

"What's wrong?" Had I done or said something? Frantically, I searched my mind for everything I did or said.

"No, Rose. Tonight was perfect. But I would like to have more nights like these soon, if that's okay with you." He seemed hesitant.

"Hack, I would love to have more nights like these soon, too." I couldn't help smiling. I could never help smiling when I was near Jack.

"Good, Then I have a question to ask you." He paused, as if trying to think about what he really wanted to say.

"What is it? I won't get upset."

"Will you be my girlfriend?" Oh. My God. I could not believe this was actually happening. I had been waiting for a guy to ask me out, but for some reason, I never thought we'd make it past the first date, much less him asking me to be his girlfriend. But I wouldn't want to torture him by making him wait too long for an answer. He seemed nervous enough as it is.

"Yes, Jack." I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest with happiness. "I would love to be your girlfriend."

He grabbed my hand, looked into my eyes, and brought his face to mine. Our lips didn't touch for too long, but I knew the memory of it would last forever.