If You Love Me, Let Me Go

Chapter 2: A Day With Romeo

"Ashhh?" a soft voice called. I pulled the blankets over my head.
"Nooo. Five more hours."
"Ash, wake up." I blinked a few times, pulled the covers down to my nose, and almost screamed.
"Oh, Lord, Jack, you scared me!" I pouted, folding my arms.
"Teehee. Wake up, lazy, we're going on an adventure."
"We've known eachother for four hours."
"So? We are soulmates." I laughed.
"Sure. Just let me get dressed. I don't have... er... pants on." Jack's eyes widened and he ran out of the room. I giggled, and pulled my jeans on. After brushing my hair and teeth, I yawned and went outside, to where Jack was waiting.
"There. Now I'm ready."
"What kind of person wears no pants to bed?"
"Me."
"That's weird, but okay. I wear no shirt sometimes."
"That's weird. Okay, fine." I shrugged.
"Race you."
"Okay. One, two, GO!" I bolted, going to the end of the ship. I beat him, sticking my tounge out at him.
"Ash Lastname, you did not just stick your tounge at me." I giggled.
"Jack Dawson, my last name is Wolff."
"Fine."
"Poopyhead."
"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?" Jack roared, pretending to be fierce.
"Poo. Py. HEAD!" I yelled, laughing.
"No. Nooo. Nooooooooooooooo."
"Whatcha wanna do?" I swung my arms. Jack shrugged.
"I dunno. How about..." His eyes drifted to the water. He smiled.
"Spitting!" I raised an eyebrow.
"What?"
"Spit. Ting."
"Erm... okay..." I rolled my eyes but smiled and followed him to the edge of the boat. He sucked in saliva, and then spat out a whole wad of it.
"AH-HOKAY. THAT IS NOT GROSS AT ALL." I looked away.
"Aw, come on, Ash, it'll be fun."
"Ernnnngh..." I spat out spit in the ocean.
"What about the poor fish that LIVE in there?" I asked slowly.
"They'll love a girl like you's spit."
"Jack, that's disgusting," I said, but I could feel myself blushing.
{A few hours later, it's 3:00 pm}
Jack and I were laughing, because we spit and the wind blew it into some brunette's hair. She screamed, stamping her feet.
"That was funny," I said, laughing.
"Man, this is fun." Jack smiled. He gazed at me intently.
"You're scaring me."
"But my voice is attractive, remember?" I gaped at him.
"What?"
"That's what you said when you met me."
"Noo... noo. No. No. No didn't."
"Yep, you did." I ran away, giggling.
"No! Come baack!" Jack whined, running after me.
"I'm the WINNER AGAIN!"
"What."
"Yes."
"WHAT."
"Ha, sucker." Jack pouted. I giggled.
"Sometimes I wonder if you're either 20 or 5."
"Maybe I am. I dunno. But you would still loove me." I blushed.
"Probably." I whispered softly.
"Admit it."
"No. I have the bravery of a chicken nugget."
"That's why I love you, too."
What?