A/N Can you believe it? Seven chapters already! After only five days of writing. This chapter will be important to know, so if you've read this fic before, please keep on reading it. It means a lot to me to see that within only two days of being able to post stories that people are already starting to review. Thanks so much, people. Please r&r very soon, so I can keep updating my baby, or in otherwords, Found. Thankyou for reading.
By the way, this will be a very short chapter, so I'm sorry if you're disappointed. I'm starting to fall into writer's block here. Ahh!
The next day, Rose stood asleep next to Jack, who was topless and sticky from the hot sun flashing down on him through the open window. His eyes were open, for he had not gotten much sleep. Infact, he was far too anxious to sleep with Rose next to him, for he was too paranoid to stop himself from thinking that someone was going to come and attack her. After all, she was the love he could never have in life beforehand.
"Jack," Rose whispered as she turned over onto him, caressing his entire body before her. "Are you awake yet?"
Feeling fatigued, Jack turned over towards Rose, and gave her a peck on each of her eyelids. "Ofcourse I'm awake," he chuckled, brushing Rose's vibrant red hair out of her face. "I was up all night thinking of--well--thinking of you," he said, "and how much I love you and missed you and stuff... well, I really did miss you, and I'm just afraid that someone is going to take you away from me! I don't want that to happen."
Rose shook her head and pulled her lover close to her heart. "Jack, you know I'll never leave you," she whispered, "and you know that no one is going to ever take me from you, whether it's Cal, mother, or anyone of that sort. All I want in life is you, and to be with you forever."
Jack nodded, although he was still afraid that someone would take Rose from him. The last thing he ever wanted was to catch another glimpse of Caledon Hockley. "You know what, Rose? We have to move," he said instantly, "the owner of this bar is coming back in two days, and I'm only the bartender. He only let me live here because I'm homeless, but I won't be if you move to Chippewa Falls with me."
Not surprised at the fact that Jack was homeless, Rose gave Jack a big smooch on the cheek. "Ofcourse I will move out there with you. You can't be a bartender forever, you should concentrate more on your art," she said, looking him straight in the eye. "You hear me?"
"Yes, Rose, I hear you, and I will fulfill your wishes."
"Thankyou, Jack, that really means a lot."
"Anyways, Rose, I am going to get up and get dressed. Wearing nothing but workpants to bed does get uncomfortable after a while, you know? But, I have no other clothes to wear," Jack chortled, putting on the same exact shirt he had worn on the Titanic on the day it sank.
"Well, well, well, Jack, your clothes do bring back some wonderful, and yet heartbreaking, memories."
"I'm sure they do... they bring back memories for me, too."
"Well, Jack, should we leave now?" said Rose, getting up from the bed in her white nightgown. "I'll change in a second."
Rose quickly pulled off her nightgown, as Jack watched her curiously. He was aware ofa whiteundergarment, although he did notice that her body had not changed a bit since he last saw it--other than the pregnancy ofcourse. Rose quickly changed into a cheap dress she had bought on the boardwalk, and the two of them held eachothers hands and they walked downstairs to find no customers, no nothing.
"Well, Mr. Dawson, it is quite lovely to see that no one is around to prevent us from going to your old home," Rose stated, cunningly. Jack chuckled in response, and the two of them jolted out of the store and ran down the boardwalk to the nearest automobile, which Rose had bought with the little money she had. Ofcourse, with memories of a different car, seeing this car seemed to have been rather pleasing.
"Now that you're pregnant, Rose, we cannot do much in the back of this car," Jack said with a slight laugh.
"Oh, Jack, stop it," said Rose, playfully slapping him on the shoulder. "Now, take me to the stars again."
"Alright, m'dear, the stars it is."
"No, no, I meant Chippewa Falls!"
"Oh yes, ofcourse."
So, Jack, with his amazing skills at driving, honked the horn and began their great journey from Santa Monica, California, to Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin.