A/N: I couldn't help updating twice in a day! I have some really good ideas that I couldn't wait until tomorrow morning to update. Some people have been begging to know what's gonna happen, but I guess you're just going to have to read to find out. Who knows? Maybe Jack and Rose won't get together…or maybe they will and Marie will be mad. Or maybe nothing will happen at all….oh….let's read and find out!

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN TITANIC!

The following morning Jack and I met up with Rose on the upper decks. She had her hair pinned up in a bun and was wearing a long fluffy yellow dress. We walked around the deck and told her bits and pieces of our lives.

"Ok we've walked three miles around this ship and told you about our lives. But I don't think that's why you came to talk to us." Jack said finally stopping.

Rose looked embarrassed and Jack waited for her response.

"I wanted to thank you for saving me last night." She said finally.

"Not a problem." Jack said.

"I know what you two were thinking. Poor little rich girl, what does she know about depression?" Rose blurted out.

"Yep." I answered.

Jack rolled his eyes at me and turned back to Rose.

"No. No that wasn't what we were thinking at all. We were thinking what could be so bad to make this woman want to jump that could not be fixed?"

"Well see…everything I've done in my life has to be perfect. Sit properly, eat properly, and now I'm being forced to marry the man you met last night." She explained.

"Do you love him?" Jack asked.

Her jaw suddenly dropped as if she couldn't believe he had asked that question.

"Oh my…I cannot believe you could be so rude."

Jack sort of laughed and gasped at the same time.

"Oh excuse me."

"Yes that's right. I cannot believe you could be so rude. You know what I'm leaving!" Rose said shrilly.

"You know what's funny…you still haven't answered the question." I said.

"Both of you! Have you no manners!"

She started to walk away but then suddenly turned around.

"You know what? I don't have to leave! You two leave!" She snapped.

This time I laughed at her, as did Jack. Suddenly she yanked the drawing book from Jack's hands.

"What's this you're carrying around?"

She sat down and started to flip through the pages. She told Jack how beautiful the pictures were and suddenly she wanted him to teach her how to do things like a man. So as the sun began to set, Jack showed her how to spit.

That is until Rose's mother came with a bunch of other rich women. They took her away and one plump woman said to us;

"What do you plan on wearing to the dinner?"

Jack and I gestured to our clothes that we were currently wearing.

"Oh no no no. Follow me."

She led us down hallways and into her personal bedroom. She pulled out a tux for Jack and he went into a room to change. She pulled out a long blue dress and was about to hand me a fur coat.

"I love animals, why would I wear them?"

Before she could respond I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I slipped off my old clothes and slipped on the dress. It fit perfectly. I grabbed a brush from the counter and brushed my hair until it was in waves lying flat on my back.

I stepped out of the bathroom to see the woman slicking back Jack's hair with some gel. She stopped for a moment and turned to me.

"Why dear, you look stunning." She said.

I smiled and nearly laughed when it seemed Jack's eyes might pop out of his head. We thanked the woman and walked into the rich section, from there we waited for Rose and Cal and whoever else was joining us.

Jack tried to copy off of the other rich men and I bit my tongue. When Rose finally arrived she took Cal's arm and they led the way. Jack offered me his arm.

"Shall we?" He asked.

I took his arm and smiled.

"Lead the way."

We reached the room and sat down at dinner. They asked Jack a ton of questions, some of them criticized him. Finally dinner was over and we got a chance to leave.

"Let's go to a real party." Jack said standing up.

"I second that motion!" I exclaimed and got up.

I fixed Jack's hair so that it faced the front again.

"It looks better like that."

Rose thought about it for a second, and then took Jack's arm. Something seemed to ignite in me at that moment. I wanted to shove Rose across the room. I held back the urge and followed behind, trying to get rid of the black cloud that was pouring rain above my head. You could probably hear the thunder and see the lightening coming from that.

We reached the party of the lower class and soon we were all dancing and having a few drinks. I even beat a man at arm wrestling. Finally the party ended around two in the morning.

Jack and I escorted Rose back to her room and then we reeled through the hallways back to our room. We were both laughing like maniacs and I don't really remember ever making it back to our room.

The next morning I woke up by accidentally falling out of my bunk, waking up Jack. I shot up immediately.

"I'm ok!" I said kind of loud.

Jack, who had bolted up when I had fallen out of bed, chuckled and flopped back on the pillows, slapping his forehead with his hand.

I got dressed and went to the upper decks, completely forgetting that I was hungry and wanted breakfast. The sun was beautiful and I loved the sound of the ocean roaring as we cut through it with the powerful engines.

Suddenly I saw Jack out of the corner of my eye. He was trying to sneak past me so I grabbed the back of his jacket.

"Jack what are you doing?"

He spun to face me, he looked so determined. He touched the side of my face with his hand.

"I have to speak to Rose." He said.

"Oh Jack no." I objected. "I don't want to see you hurt again."

But I think my comment was what made him hurt. He took my hands.

"Please Marie…I have to."

I searched his expression again, gazing into his handsome eyes.

"Oh Jack…"

"Please." He said again, begging.

Slowly I let go of his jacket. He flashed me a weak smile and disappeared down a corridor.

I stood there in the cold; both my arms crossed holding the other. I bent my head down and tried not to cry.

I felt something drip down my cheek and I touched it with my finger. I stared at the glistening water on my finger tip.

A tear.

Of love or pain I did not know.

A tear.

A/N: Ok that's it for now. To all the reviewers who said Jack Dawson reminds them of the Captain Jack Sparrow I agree with you all. It also reminds me of Jack in LOST. Anyway this will get more interesting as I go along.

-16aqua