SUMMER IN SANTA MONICA
Chapter Thirteen
Jack was packing his things. He had two days
left with Rose.
"Jack, do you need some help
packing?" Ruth asked him; she had become like a mother to him.
"No, I'm fine. I think I'm going to take
a break. Where's Rose?" Jack asked.
"She's waiting for you downstairs,"
Ruth said, then added, "I know what's going on between you two. It's
obvious."
"Is it really that obvious?" Jack
asked Ruth.
"I know a romance when I see one. I
think your father knows too," Ruth said.
"That's just great," Jack said.
"I'll finish packing your things. Go on
and spend some time with Rose," Ruth said.
"Thanks, Ruth," Jack said, giving
his stepmother a hug.
"Go on," Ruth said, laughing, and
Jack ran downstairs to greet Rose.
"Well, let's go," Jack said,
offering his hand to Rose.
Rose took his hand. "I thought you'd
never ask."
"Get out of here, you two," Tom
said, laughing at the two of them.
"Bye. We'll be back by seven," Jack
said.
Rose and Jack walked to the pier. It was only
a block away.
"Jack, you're leaving the day after tomorrow.
I don't know what I'll do without you," Rose said.
"I'll call you everyday, and I'll write
you on the weekends," Jack said.
"I'll write you everyday, and I'll call
you on the weekends," Rose said.
"I love you," Jack said.
"I love you, too, Jack Dawson,"
Rose said.
"Well, what do you say we spend the day
together? Just you and me," Jack asked her.
"I think I could pencil you in,"
Rose said, laughing.
"I love hearing you laugh," Jack
said.
"Don't forget me, Jack Dawson,"
Rose said.
"How could I? You're my
stepsister," Jack said.
"Come on. Let's go to the beach,"
Rose said.
Jack took her hand and they walked down to
the beach, slowly. They wanted time to be on their side this time.