CLASS OF 2000
Chapter Eight

"Are you two out of your teenage drugged up minds?" Mr. Andrews exclaimed.

"We must be," Rose said, looking at Jack.

"I think if you love each other you should get married," Molly Brown said.

"Thank you, Molly," Rose said.

"Rose isn't even eighteen yet," Mr. Andrews said.

"So? What does it matter?" Rose asked.

"I love her, Mr. Andrews, and it would do Rose and I a great honor if you and Molly came to the wedding," Jack said.

"Seriously?" Mr. Andrews asked.

"Yes," Rose and Jack said.

"All right, but no media contact, Mr. and Mrs. Appleton," Mr. Andrews said.

"Okay," Rose said.

"Go out the back way. We'll get the limousines ready. Molly and I will stall the press," Mr. Andrews said.

"Thank you, Mr. Andrews," Rose said, giving him a hug.

"Molly, come on. Rose and Jack, you two go out the back way. I can't believe I'm doing this," Mr. Andrews said.

"Neither can I, but I think they're going to be happier if they are together," Molly said.

*****

"Do you, Rose DeWitt-Bukater, take this man to be your husband?" the justice of the peace asked.

"I do," Rose said, smiling from ear to ear.

"And do you, Jack Dawson, take this woman to be your wife?" the justice of the peace asked.

"I do," Jack said.

Jack and Rose said their vows, and Molly cried on Mr. Andrews' shoulder.

"By the power vested in me and the state of California, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride," the justice of the peace said.

Jack kissed Rose, never wanting to let go of her, afraid something might happen between now and then.

When they pulled apart, the justice of the peace announced, "Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. and Mrs. Dawson."

When they went outside, the press was all around them, but the two newlyweds were sheltered by bodyguards. The whole time, Rose was talking to Jack.

"Jack, maybe we can answer a few questions," Rose said.

"I think we should break the ice," Jack said.

"Mr. Andrews, Molly, we can answer a few questions. You know, break the ice," Rose said.

"All right, Rose," Mr. Andrews said.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dawson have decided to answer a few questions. If you will step back, please," Molly said.

Rose and Jack stepped out from the bodyguards, but managed to stay near them just in case.

"Rose, I'm from People magazine. Are you and Jack officially married?" one reporter asked.

"Yes, we are," Rose answered.

"This question is for both of you. I'm from Seventeen magazine. What made you decide to take such a big step?" another reporter asked.

"We love each other," Jack said.

"Yes, and we wanted to make our lives count. We thought we had lost each other a few months ago and we didn't want to make that mistake again," Rose said.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dawson, I'm from Young and Modern magazine. Do you plan on having any children?" a different reporter asked.

"Not at first, but we do someday," Rose said.

"She took the words from my mouth," Jack said.

Rose looked back at Mr. Andrews and Molly, giving them the signal that it was time to go.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dawson are through with your questions, if you would be so kind as to move," Mr. Andrews said.

They kept asking questions, which is when Molly stepped up to the microphone. "Everybody back up and get your butts out of the way, unless you would like to be out of a job."

The reporters stepped back, and Rose and Jack got into the limousine and went to their hotel.

*****

"Rose, were you serious when you told them you didn't want children yet?" Jack asked her.

"Why?" Rose asked.

"That means we won't have a wedding night," Jack said.

"Jack, those idiots believe anything," Rose said.

"So..." Jack said.

"Jack, put your hands on me," Rose said.

"Where to, miss?" Jack asked.

"To the stars..." Rose said, turning off the light.

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