What are we going to do now?// Luke Hemmings

5

"What do you want to do, baby?" Luke asks me.

"I don't know. You choose something." I say.

"No! It's your birthday you choose." He exclaims.

I sigh, "Let's just watch movies."

"Are you sure? You don't want to go out or anything?" He questions.

"Nope. Just watch movies and spend time with my favorite people." I reassure with a cheeky smile.

"Awe, that's so touching." Ashton says.

"Whatever." I say and roll my eyes.

--

We chose, more like I forced us, to watch The Titanic. Luke has never seen this movie so I'm making him do it now.

The ship just hit the ice berg and Luke gasps beside me. I giggle and nudge him slightly with my shoulder.

Luke hushes me and leans forward to pay more attention to the movie. I frown from losing close contact with him. I run my hand down his back, making him shiver. He looks over his shoulder and smirks. I look beside me as if telling him I want him there. Rolling his eyes, he sits back and lets me lay against him.

"Am I going to cry?" He asks as the passengers are putting on the life vests.

"Probably, but you have my shoulder." I say and pat it. He chuckles and kisses my temple.

I look over to Kona and Ashton and see that they aren't really paying attention to the movie. The kissing and giggles prove my point.

"Ow, damn." Luke mutters as Jack, or Leonardo DiCaprio, is being beaten. I giggle at him and try to concentrate on the movie.

Rose, or Kate Winslet, is running down the flooding halls looking for him. Calling out his name, he responds.

"Yes." Luke says and smiles.

Then, it comes to the part where she is using the ax to break the handcuffs. Luke bounces his knee as he watches it play out. A few minutes later, people are being loaded onto the boats.

"What the hell! They could fit so many more people on that boat!" Luke exclaims.

"It's ok." I giggle and rub his arm.

He gives my hand a squeeze as he watches the movie.

--

Tears fall down Luke and I's cheeks as Rose lets Jack's hand go. I've been crying ever since the mother was telling her children a story, as if everything was going to be ok.

"That's fucked up." Luke says as he wipes his face.

"I know." I say with a weak smile.

Now, they are on their way back to shore, unless they find a boat, and the officer or whatever asks for Roses name.
"Dawson. Rose Dawson." She says.

"She took his name." Luke says and throws his head back before groaning.

"I love that part." I tell him.

"Would you do that?" He asks.

"What? Take your last name?"

"Yeah."

"Of course, that's a no-brainer." I scoff.

"Good." He says and plants his lips to mine.

Luke pulls me onto his lap and places his hands on the small of my back. My hands run through his blonde hair. He brings his right hand up and starts to caress my cheek.