Fuck the psycho ward. xD

Disclaimer:

Tim: Why do these disclaimers have nothing to do with the claiming of this story?
Me: .........
Sam: Death.... Gone..... suffer.....
Me: SHUT UP!!!!!
Ellie: *is cutting hair off*
Me: GAHH!!! IT'S A BREAKUP!!!! IMAGINARY, AT THAT!
Sam: ..... I was referring to not owning Titanic.

P.S. »»» Sorry, had to edit it some. : \

~*~Will's POV~*~

I hugged Rose as if there was no tomorrow. She was robbed... She would not stay in that house.

"Rose...?" I asked shyly.

"Y-y-yes, Will?" She hiccuped.

"You can't live in that house. It's dangerous." I said slowly. "I think...."

"I don't know where I'd go, though. I don't know where I'd go." She stuttered. Her hair tickled my chin as I hugged her.

"I know. You can stay with me and Clarrisse...." I trailed off.

She hesitated. "With that Mark girl? No way." She said quickly.

"She lives at Cambridge." I assured her.

"Well... oh... okay." Rose confirmed in her accented voice.

I noticed that there was a man watching. I sighed, held on for a minute longer, and told Rose to stay in the room for a second.

I walked into the hallway. There was a man, not much older than Rose, sitting on the floor by the door, pushing long hair out of his face and pushing it upward.

"Hello?" I said uncertainly.

The guy looked at me. He had jealousy and hatred in his eyes.

"Hello?" I repeated.

"I heard you." His voice was choked.

"Hey, man, are you okay?" I asked, sitting beside him.

There was a slight nod, but I bet it was a shake.

"What's wrong? WHo are you?" I asked slowly.

The man—now that I saw his face, boy—sighed.

"My.... ex... thinks I'm dead. I can't talk to her."

I was confused. "What?"

He chortled, "How could she want him....?" so low I could almost not hear it.

"Do you know that girl in there?" I asked, pointing to the door.

Silence.

"Do you?" I repeated.

Silence.

"Yes, I do."

Silence.

"How.... How do you know her?" He seemed like a person Rose would like. I instantly felt jealous. Then, I felt bad, because, hey, Rose wasn't mine.

"I uh... We, we were dating, I guess you could say, and uh... I was supposed to have died, I guess."

I brooded A/N: BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! : D that, and sighed.

"What's your name?"

".... Dawson." That rung a bell. Whoa, wait....

"That's Rose's name......" I muttered.

"She took my name?" He chuckled somberly. "I'd never be able to talk to her, though."

I hesitated.

"Why?"

"Never mind."

"Why?" I repeated.

"No." He forced.

"Tell me!" I almost shouted. Oh, God I was such a kid.

"My name is Jack, okay?" He said, and stormed off.

I froze.

Jack Dawson. The man she loved. Jack Dawson. The man she'd take any day. Jack Dawson. The man she loves more than me.