I'll Never Let Go
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Titanic.
Chapter Two:
"Mother! I am going to the art school! And you cannot stop me!" Katherine cried angrily.
"Katherine, dear, your responsibility is here, to be Colin's wife. You have no need to go to art school." She said art school like it was the plague.
Katherine let out a cry of frustration. "How about I go for just one semester? My wedding to Colin isn't till next May, and I'd be home in plenty of time for my wedding."
Margaret sighed. "Yes, fine, fine."
Katherine was taken aback. She hadn't expected to win over her mother this easily. She raised an eyebrow. "Oh? That was easy."
"It is your life, Katherine. You have raised our family to the very highest level of society by agreeing to marry Colin. He's worth billions."
"Oh, Mother. Are you really that much of a social climber?"
"Watch your mouth, young lady. And no, I am just saying a match between the Townsends and the Bates is a very good match indeed. You may go to the art school, and you will marry Colin in May."
Margaret Bates sipped from her teacup, indicting without words that the conversation was over.
*
"I can't believe it!" Jason cried to his best friend, Thomas Grisanti. "I got in, they liked my artwork, and I'll finally get out of this dump!"
"Yeah, and you'll be paying off that student loan for the rest of your life," Tommy joked, his eyes dancing.
"Shut up. And besides, once I'm famous, I'll have millions and millions of dollars!"
"Aren't we a dreamer. So when does school start?"
"August. Three months away."
"Ah, the start of a new life as a big artiste," Tommy joked.
"Yeah, and you can say you knew me when," Jason shot back.
Three months later...
The black BMW pulled into the parking lot, followed by another BMW. Katherine drove the first car, with Colin in the passenger seat.
"I don't see why your mother agreed to this," he muttered. "It'll only take your attention away from planning our wedding."
"Colin, don't start." Katherine replied, parking the car and turning off the engine. "We've been through this already."
Her only answer was Colin's silence as he continued to pout in the seat beside her. In the other BMW were two of Katherine's maids and Margaret. Margaret's face turned into an unpleasant frown when she saw the three story brick building.
"I don't see why you wouldn't let me rent you one of those posh apartments," Margaret said. "You'd do much better here than in this dump."
"Mother," Katherine began, but Colin interrupted her.
"I agree. This place is dirty," he sneered.
I ignored them. "Samantha, Deidre, bring my belongings. Let's get me unpacked."
*
"Done," Jason said, as he hung one of his paintings on the wall above his bed.
"Looks nice," his roommate, Travis, said.
"Thanks," Jason said, admiring his work. "I'm going to go out and see what's happening. Care to come with me?"
"Yeah," Travis said.
The two boys walked out to the veranda, watching the groups of students. Jason was watching them with disinterest—until a curly redhead caught his eye.
"Wow—who's she?" Jason wondered out loud.
"I don't know. But look at her. She's rich, you can just tell."
"No...that's not it." Jason studied her. Flashback:
The wind tousled his blonde hair as he sat on the bench. A beautiful redhead had appeared on the balcony above him, and he had been transfixed by her beauty. Tommy noticed where he was staring, and laughed softly.
"Oh, forget it, boyo." An Irish accent was thick upon his voice. "You'd as like have angels fly out of your arse as get next to the likes of her."
But the blonde didn't hear him. He had been struck by her beauty. Who was she? End flashback
He wrinkled his brow. "I know her."
"Know her? Who is she?"
"That's just the thing," Jason said. "I've never seen her before in my life. But I know her."
Travis raised an eyebrow. "Whatever you say, man."
*
Katherine felt Jason's eyes on her, and looked up to where the handsome blonde stood. She gasped.
I know him! a voice inside her cried. But then the calm voice of reason took over. Know him? You've never seen him before in your life. Now stop being silly.
But still, she couldn't shake the feeling that she'd met him once before. Who was he? She wondered. And why do I have the feeling that I've known him for a long, long time?
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters from Titanic.
Chapter Two:
"Mother! I am going to the art school! And you cannot stop me!" Katherine cried angrily.
"Katherine, dear, your responsibility is here, to be Colin's wife. You have no need to go to art school." She said art school like it was the plague.
Katherine let out a cry of frustration. "How about I go for just one semester? My wedding to Colin isn't till next May, and I'd be home in plenty of time for my wedding."
Margaret sighed. "Yes, fine, fine."
Katherine was taken aback. She hadn't expected to win over her mother this easily. She raised an eyebrow. "Oh? That was easy."
"It is your life, Katherine. You have raised our family to the very highest level of society by agreeing to marry Colin. He's worth billions."
"Oh, Mother. Are you really that much of a social climber?"
"Watch your mouth, young lady. And no, I am just saying a match between the Townsends and the Bates is a very good match indeed. You may go to the art school, and you will marry Colin in May."
Margaret Bates sipped from her teacup, indicting without words that the conversation was over.
*
"I can't believe it!" Jason cried to his best friend, Thomas Grisanti. "I got in, they liked my artwork, and I'll finally get out of this dump!"
"Yeah, and you'll be paying off that student loan for the rest of your life," Tommy joked, his eyes dancing.
"Shut up. And besides, once I'm famous, I'll have millions and millions of dollars!"
"Aren't we a dreamer. So when does school start?"
"August. Three months away."
"Ah, the start of a new life as a big artiste," Tommy joked.
"Yeah, and you can say you knew me when," Jason shot back.
Three months later...
The black BMW pulled into the parking lot, followed by another BMW. Katherine drove the first car, with Colin in the passenger seat.
"I don't see why your mother agreed to this," he muttered. "It'll only take your attention away from planning our wedding."
"Colin, don't start." Katherine replied, parking the car and turning off the engine. "We've been through this already."
Her only answer was Colin's silence as he continued to pout in the seat beside her. In the other BMW were two of Katherine's maids and Margaret. Margaret's face turned into an unpleasant frown when she saw the three story brick building.
"I don't see why you wouldn't let me rent you one of those posh apartments," Margaret said. "You'd do much better here than in this dump."
"Mother," Katherine began, but Colin interrupted her.
"I agree. This place is dirty," he sneered.
I ignored them. "Samantha, Deidre, bring my belongings. Let's get me unpacked."
*
"Done," Jason said, as he hung one of his paintings on the wall above his bed.
"Looks nice," his roommate, Travis, said.
"Thanks," Jason said, admiring his work. "I'm going to go out and see what's happening. Care to come with me?"
"Yeah," Travis said.
The two boys walked out to the veranda, watching the groups of students. Jason was watching them with disinterest—until a curly redhead caught his eye.
"Wow—who's she?" Jason wondered out loud.
"I don't know. But look at her. She's rich, you can just tell."
"No...that's not it." Jason studied her. Flashback:
The wind tousled his blonde hair as he sat on the bench. A beautiful redhead had appeared on the balcony above him, and he had been transfixed by her beauty. Tommy noticed where he was staring, and laughed softly.
"Oh, forget it, boyo." An Irish accent was thick upon his voice. "You'd as like have angels fly out of your arse as get next to the likes of her."
But the blonde didn't hear him. He had been struck by her beauty. Who was she? End flashback
He wrinkled his brow. "I know her."
"Know her? Who is she?"
"That's just the thing," Jason said. "I've never seen her before in my life. But I know her."
Travis raised an eyebrow. "Whatever you say, man."
*
Katherine felt Jason's eyes on her, and looked up to where the handsome blonde stood. She gasped.
I know him! a voice inside her cried. But then the calm voice of reason took over. Know him? You've never seen him before in your life. Now stop being silly.
But still, she couldn't shake the feeling that she'd met him once before. Who was he? She wondered. And why do I have the feeling that I've known him for a long, long time?