If You Love Me, Let Me Go

Chapter 1: All Aboard The Ship of Love

"Yeah. Yeah, I'll be fine," I said slowly, packing my suitcase. Bras, clothes, ooh, can't forget my Recipe Book. Just in case.
This is it! I'm finally getting on the Titanic, the new ship! I can't wait! I pull back my hair into a tight ponytail, getting a silky gray shirt on with some jeans. I put my glasses case in my suitcase, hugging my Mom and Dad. The R.M.S. Titanic, the "Ship of Dreams".

{About 2 hours later}

I sit down in my room, nodding politely at other women.
"Ash Wolff, nice to meet you." I would say, shaking their hand.
I walked out on deck, throwing my arms up to the sky.
"Yay! I'm on a BOAT!" I screamed happily. I danced in a circle, happily jumping. I sat down, resting my hands on my knees, thinking.
"Just look at her. It's like she bought her clothes from a Pet Store." Taylor Rogers sneered. I rolled my eyes and laughed. But on the inside, I was melting down with sadness.
No, my brain would scream. It's not my fault!
"Shut up, Taylor. You're such a brat." My friend Storm would stick up for me.
"Ha! As if I'd listen to a petty little rat like you, Storm." Taylor would snort.
"Sink or swim, baby, I'm the one who's in charge." Taylor would puck out her lips and shake her hips a bit.
"OW!" I heard someone thump, then yelp.
"OhmyGod, I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, looking over.
A glorious creature met my sight.
His eyes, his eyes. They were so... blue. His hair was dirty blonde, and his face.
Jesus. He's hot. I thought.
STOP, ASH.
"Ermm... sorry." I stammered. He got up, picking up my drawing sheets, which had ink smeared all over them.
"Aw, crap, miss, I'm sorry." Even his voice was attractive.
STOP IT, FEELINGS.
"No, you're fine. Er.. how's your knee...?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"Oh, I'm fine."
"So. I'm Ash. Sorry about that, again."
"No, you're fine, really. Jack. Jack Dawson."
Well, Jack, you are very cute.
I shook his hand, feeling lightning bolt inside of me as our hands touched.
"I owe you some paper." Jack insisited.
"No. You're fine - really." I shook my head.
After a long moment of talking, Jack told me he had to go, and that we would meet again. He gave me a charming smile, then we seperated.
"I knew it! You're having an affair with Rose!" I screamed.
"No - Ash, please, I'm not-" Jack's face was pleading.
"Oh, yeah? Explain this?" I said, holding up a sketch of Rose's naked body on a sofa. Signed with Jack's signature. He gaped.
"How did you-?" I crumpled the paper up and threw it at him. "It's my job, Ash! I draw girls!"
"Yes, and that's why she out of all people... Even ME?" I added me to interrogate him.
"Ash..."
What...?
A dream?
With Jack in it?
Who is Rose?
What?