CHATROOM LOVE
Chapter Fifteen

 

Wednesday, September 12, 2001

"Hey, Jack!" Rose called, as she caught sight of him. It was almost time for the bell; she and Dawn had gotten a late start that morning. Rose had yelled at Dawn for being so slow, but it hadn’t done any good. Dawn did things at her own pace, regardless of how eager Rose was to get to school and see Jack.

"Hey, Rose." Jack hurried over to her, glad to see her. Until yesterday, he’d regarded Rose as a pretty, fun, and interesting girl who was a friend. To be sure, he’d developed quite an interest in her, but they had still been just friends. But now, after the events of the previous day, things had changed between them. He felt closer to her, and wondered if she felt the same way.

"How’s everything going?" Rose asked. "Any more news about Trudy?"

Jack shook his head, frowning. "No. We didn’t hear from her at all, and the interview wasn’t replayed on any of the news shows I watched."

"Well, at least you know she’s okay," Rose told him. "That’s something. I’m sure you’ll find out what’s going on sooner or later."

"Yeah, but it’s so hard to wait for news. I mean, now that I know she’s safe, I want to know what happened, how she got out. Was she late for work? Was she running an errand in another part of the building, or outside of the building entirely? Did she somehow manage to escape from her own office? Not knowing is driving me crazy."

"I’m sure you’ll be able to get in contact with her soon," Rose soothed him. "I think the phones are probably still a mess. You know how things can be after a major disaster. It takes a while for everything to start working again."

"You’re probably right, but still…"                      

The bell rang, and the students began scattering to their classes. Rose waved to Dawn, then linked arms with Jack and began heading in the direction of their classrooms.

"You’ll get in touch with Trudy sooner or later," Rose told him. "If all else fails, you can always send her a letter using snail mail."

"Yeah." Jack sighed. "I just hope it doesn’t take that long."

*****

The rest of the day went by in a blur, as Jack was anxious to get home and hear any more news that they might have found out about his sister. As soon as the bell rang, he zoomed out of the building, jumped in his car, and headed straight home. He just barely made it in the door when the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Jack?" The voice on the other end asked. It was snowy on the other end, and the voice was fading. "It's Trudy."

Margaret entered the room, with a dish towel in her hand. "Who is it?"

"It’s Trudy," Jack mouthed, trying to hear what she was saying. "Trudy? Hello? Are you still there?"

"Yeah. I’m here," Trudy replied, as Margaret picked up the extension. "It’s really hard to hear."

"I know. What’s going on?"

"I’ll be catching a plane out to Edmonton as soon as I can, but it may take a while because of all the heightened security."

"Good," Margaret replied. "We’ll be glad to have you. You’re more than welcome to stay with us."

"Thanks. I’ll do that." The line faded in and out.

"Trudy, how did you survive?" Jack asked, slapping his hand against the phone as if it would make the reception clearer.

"What?"

"How did you survive?"

"I…"

The line crackled, fading out again, and then disconnected.

"Trudy? Trudy?" Jack shouted into the phone, but got only a dial tone. Quickly, he tried punching in her number, but after a couple of rings a recording informed him that the number was not in service.

"Dammit." Jack hung up the phone, frustrated. The phone service in New York City was still sketchy, and they were lucky to have heard from Trudy at all.

At least they knew that she would be coming to Edmonton, but they didn’t know when. Security was extremely tight in the United States; planes to there had been rerouted to Canada.

"Don’t swear, Jack." Margaret came up behind him, Sandy and Johnny following her.

"It’s just so frustrating. I want to know what happened!"

"We all do. But things are a mess in New York right now, so we’ll have to be patient."

"Easy for you to say. She’s not your sister."

"Jack…" Margaret’s voice held a warning note. "Trudy is my cousin, and I am concerned about her. I was very relieved last night to find out she was okay. Don’t take that attitude with me."

"Sorry," Jack mumbled. He knew he shouldn’t take it out on her; she had nothing to do with it. He was just worried and impatient.

He looked at his two little cousins, who were staring at him as though they expected him to do something strange, and decided that the best thing he could do was to get out for a while. He reached for the phone again, hoping that Rose was home.

"I’m gonna go out for a while, okay, Aunt Margaret?" Jack told his cousin. "I’m just going to see if Rose wants to come along."

"That’s fine, Jack. Just be back by ten. It is a school night."

"I know." Jack sighed, hoping that Rose was around and wanted to go out for a while.

*****

"It's a beautiful night." Rose sighed, looking up into the night sky. It was at this moment, he thought, she had never looked so beautiful.

It was almost nine o’clock, but they still had some time before they had to go home. Jack had picked Rose up at her house that afternoon and driven around for a while. Rose had listened quietly while he told her about Trudy’s phone call, then offered to help get things ready for when she arrived. Jack had appreciated the offer, but knew that Margaret would want to do it herself.

After that, they had driven out of the city. They had stopped for dinner at McDonald’s, then found a quiet, out-of-the-way place to sit and watch the night sky. They sat close together, enjoying each other’s company.

Rose glanced at Jack as he took her hand. She had been worried about getting too close to him, after what she had gone through with Cal, but things were so different this time. She trusted Jack. She couldn’t say why she trusted him; it was almost instinctual. There was no way to pinpoint her feelings; they simply were. She liked him—more than liked him, she admitted—and trusted him.

Jack caught Rose’s glance and watched her for a moment, almost mesmerized by her expression. She looked so beautiful in the starlight, her face calm and peaceful. When she turned back to him, their faces were only inches apart.

Jack caught his breath, wondering if he dared. She was so close, and they were alone in the cool, starlit night.

Rose stared at Jack, her heart beginning to pound. Would he kiss her? Did she want him to? She immediately answered her own question. Yes, she did want him to kiss her. But what if he didn’t? What if he didn’t want to?

Jack made his decision. It was now or never. Leaning in, he kissed her gently, almost surprised when she immediately returned the gesture, her arms wrapping around him. He embraced her, his hands running over her soft red hair. She pulled away for a moment, her eyes wide, then returned to kissing him.

All of Rose’s fears vanished in that moment. Cal…the misery of their short relationship…all of that was in the past. Jack was here now, and she wanted nothing more than to stay with him this way. She was so comfortable with him, so content. She wondered if he felt the same way.

They broke apart a moment later, still holding each other close. Rose rested her head against Jack’s shoulder, wishing that this moment never had to end.

"Rose?" Jack whispered into her soft hair.

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

Rose looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the starlight.

"Jack…I love you, too."

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