That morning I decide to skip breakfast and hurry onto the deck with my sketch book and pencils, hoping Jack is there. I have to sit and wait for a few minutes before he appears but it was worth the wait.
"Good morning!" He beams as I stand up. "I see you bought your sketch book."
I nod. "Of course. Can I sketch you now?" I ask.
"Go ahead." He replies, taking a seat next to me. "What should I do?"
"Look natural." I say and he laughs, a light hearted one, almost like a tune. The light catches his face and he almost lights up and my heart flutters. "Actually," I say. "Don't do anything."
"What do you mean?" He asks.
I don't reply but quickly sketch him laughing, looking at him occasionally to get the shape of his face just right. At the bottom, I write a little reminder for myself: Titanic, April 13th. Jack Dawson.
"There!" I say, holding the picture at arm's length to get a better look.
"Can I see?" He asks and I nod. "Wow, Lily. You're good. Really good."
I smile and try not to blush. "Thank you."
I fold up my sketch book and tuck it under my arm as we walk along the deck, which seems to be becoming a tradition of ours. "We're having a small party tonight."Jack says. "If you're still interested in coming, I mean. Don't feel like you have to, it's just after what you said."
"Of course I want to come!" I exclaim, tucking my arm under his. "I'm sick of being surrounded by stuck up people with too much money to appreciate." I say, realising Jack is the only person I can say these things to without getting into trouble.
"You know, I've never heard someone from first class talk like that." He says. "Not that I really spend my time with them."
"I guess I've just learnt to appreciate what I have." I say. "Unlike Rose."
"Rose?" Jack asks.
"My sister Rose. She's engaged to Cal Hockely – a man too rich for his own good."
"You're both named after flowers." He says. "You don't have another sister do you? Bluebell?" I laugh.
"What should I wear tonight?" I ask him.
"I'm sure you have a pretty dress you can wear, not that there's anything wrong with this one." He gestures to the white and yellow dress I'm wearing.
"But I don't want to be over dressed." I push. "What if they don't want me to be there?"
"I want you to be there." He replies, squeezing my hand. "And nothing else matters in my eyes." He says.
A/N: Any comments on the story so far? I'd love to have some reviews?