Ok I have finally finished this chapter. Between finals and holidays and birthdays and everything else I did not have time to write. But you can all rejoice because the next chapter is here.

Jack led Rose through the winding streets of Philly. (I'm gonna write Philly from now on because beings I'm from there it is a habit to write it that way.)He was so happy that she had decided to come that he could barely contain his excitement. As she walked quickly next to him Jack could feel the excitement course through Rose as well. He was ecstatic to know that she wanted to be with him as much as he wanted to be with her.

"Jack," It was wonderful to hear her speak his name again. "Where are we going."

Jack laughed. He knew that she was strong, but she was still not as strong as he was. She was getting tired and he could tell. "Come on Rose, suck it in. We are almost there."

She did as he asked, and they continued to make their way quickly down the busy street. Suddenly Jack came to a stop. They where in the middle of a busy market. Jack watched as Rose looked around hypnotized by the people and action. A band was playing music in the center of a large street. It seemed as though all of Philly's under class citizens where there.

"Jack, what is all this?" Rose asked as she looked around memorized.

"The Italian festival. They have it once every year. I heard it was a blast, so I thought we might check it out." Jack yelled over the music.

Rose looked at Jack. "So what do we do?"

"We shop and eat until we explode. Then if you want we can dance it all off. Oh and don't forget the drinking." Jack smiled and Rose could tell he was excited.

"Then lets get started." She turned and lead the way to a shop that looked like a bakery, which Jack was more than happy to follow her into.

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The last time Rose could remember having as much fun as she was having that day was when she was on Titanic with Jack. Having him around her brought all of the memories she had tried to suppress back tot he surface, except now she did not mind. Rose was still certain that she was going to marry Cal, but she liked spending time with Jack as well. She did not see any reason to stop either, she and Jack made great friends.

The two of them ate their way from shop to shop, with Jack leading the way to all of the best places. Around twelve o'clock, for lunch, the pair stopped at a whine tasting shop. It was not until two o'clock that they left the shop, both a little more drunk than they had been when they entered. They sat and listened to the band for a little while after that, and before long they where back roaming from shop to shop eating everything in sight.

As the sun was setting Rose and Jack sat down at a table near the band, but far enough away that they could talk. Rose, who by nine o'clock more than a little drunk, felt compelled to tell Jack all of her feelings.

" Jack this is amazing. I can't remember the last time I had this much fun." She smiled across the table at him.

"What, you don't go shop hopping and drinking with your fiancé?" Jack looked bitter, at the thought of Cal.

"I know that you think I betrayed you..." Jack cut her off.

"No, Rose. Just forget it." Jack smiled, and although Rose could still see the pain in his eyes, she let the subject drop.

"So what have you been doing in Philadelphia?" Rose knew where she was heading with the subject, but she wanted to ease her way into the pain.

After swallowing a sip of beer Jack began to talk. "Well, I'm working as portrait artist in a little shop near Ritten House Square. It pays good and I can pretty much support myself. I mean I'm not living under a bridge anymore." He smiled, and Rose could tell he was proud of himself. She was proud of him too, for making it on his own while she was afraid to try.

"That's great Jack. So I guess that you found a place to stay." She was moving towards the information she wanted, but she was still afraid to pounce.

"Yeah. I am actually living with some friends. They are nice, and they took me in when I had nothing."

"Friends, that's wonderful. I guess you must be serious about this women if you are living with her." Rose could not meet Jack's eyes as she waited for his reply. She knew that he had every reason to want to hurt her after what she had done to him, but she did not want to think about how it would feel to hear the truth from him.

Jack was silent for a moment. "What? What she?"

Rose looked up confused. "Oh, well. I only figured that you where living with your girlfriend."

Jack shook his head and laughed. "Unless you count a five year old as a girlfriend than I am single. I live with my friend Mark, a guy by the way, his wife and their daughter."

Rose could not help but smile. She did not want him to end up alone, but she did not want anyone else to have Jack either. "Well I only guessed that I wonderful man like you would have someone."

Rose knew that Jack could see right through her lie. She only wished that she could cover it up better. But the grave was dug, and now she had to lay in it. So instead of dealing with the embarrassment she finished out her beer and ordered another one.

Jack noticed her embarrassment and let it go. Instead he got up and walked over to Rose, holding out his hand. "Come on."

Rose looked at him. "Come where?"

Jack was smiling as he pulled her up and led her to the dance floor. "Dance with me!"

Rose could not help but smile. "Jack no."

"Yes Rose." By then they where out in the middle of the dance floor. Both of them became lost in the rush of music and dancing. Before they realized it is was ten o'clock and the festival was ending. Walking hand in hand Rose and Jack made their way back to Rose's home. Rose stopped at the corner of her block.

"I better go alone. Cal might be home and I don't want him to see you." Rose looked at Jack sadly.

"Okay. I understand." He kissed her cheek.

"Good night Jack." Rose began to walk down the block, but then turned. "By the way, you passed. Let me know when you want to go out, as friends, again."

Jack smiled as he watched Rose quickly walk down the block and into her home. Jack turned and skipped the entire way home, smiling to himself.

That's it. By the way the Italian Festival is a real event in the Italian Market. I just don't know if it was around back then. More is coming soon, so keep reviewing and I will update. Buh Bye.