TITANIC- How I met the love of my life., chapter 4
I woke up by the bright sunshine in my face. I realized I had fallen asleep on the bench, beside Billie Joe. I lay there for a couple of minutes, just thinking. After a while Billie Joe woke up.
"Good morning, Mr. Armstrong. Sorry, I fell asleep on you," I said.
"That's okay. Please call me Billie. Mr. Armstrong makes me sound old," he said to me. He helped me of the bench and he yawned really loud.
"Alright, Billie. It was nice to meet you," I said shaking his hand.
"Same to you. So I guess I'll see you around?" Billie asked, while he flashed a irresistible smile at me. He was so nice, and understanding, but that smile put the cherry on top of a delicious sundae. That gave me my answer right off the bat.
"Yes. Of course I will. Meet me at 10:00, on this bench," I said. I wish it could be sooner, but I knew that couldn't be possible because my fiancé would get suspicious. So we said our goodbyes and we parted ways. He went to the cafeteria, on a lower level for breakfast, while I made my way to my room.
I quickly got into one of my best tea dresses, and made my way to the dining hall. I found my mother, sitting alone, crying her eyes out.
"Mother, what's the matter?" I said surprised to see Henry not at the table.
"Juliet! Where have you been? I was so worried. You worried Henry as well. He went to go look for you," my mother said with a angry tone in her voice.
"Sorry mother, I'll go find Henry now," I said. I ran to find out where he was. I asked tons of people, but they all didn't know. I really didn't want to find him, but I knew I should. I probably scared him. I should at least say sorry.
I finally found him on a bench, raised up on a plank. I ran up the stairs, and shook his shoulder. He turned around and hugged me really tight.
"Juliet. Where were you? You scared me. I thought maybe you were killed or just kidnapped or went overboard!" Henry said, shaking with fear. I had never seen him like this before. It was frightening.
"I couldn't sleep so I went for a walk. I heard someone playing the guitar, so beautifully, and I decided to listen for awhile. When the man saw me listening to him, he invited me to sit beside him. We talked for awhile and looked at the stars. I was about to go back to our room, when I fell asleep. I woke up and went back to the room, got changed and went to the dining hall. I told my mother I was going to look for you. Now here I am." I explained.
"Don't ever do that again, understand?" Henry said. I looked at his bloodshot eyes, He looked terrible. I didn't think he'd actually notice I was gone, but I didn't plan to fall asleep on some random guy. I actually had never had a better night sleep in my life.
Billie's POV
I woke up and looked over to my side. Juliet was sleeping on me still. I watched her chest move up and down.
Beautiful
She slowly woke up and jumped of me. She said she was sorry and we decided to meet at 10 the next night. She was so beautiful. She had beautiful curly red hair, and breathtaking green eyes. I walked to the cafeteria in a daze. When I found me friends, they barely noticed I was gone.
"Oh, hey Billie," Mike said. I didn't respond. I was still in a daze. Thinking of her. The one I was falling for. Even though I knew I had no chance with a rich girl, I still had a thing for her. But it was more then a thing, It was a feeling, Love was that feeling.
"Billie, can I talk to you?" I heard Mike ask, as a snapped back to reality.
"Sure," I said. He dragged me to the end of the room.
"What's the matter with you?" he said.
"I'm in love," I said, not even think straight.
"With who? We haven't met many people, Billie," Mike said.
"Juliet Bovre De love," I said, "I can't remember her last name.
"Oh my god! You mean Juliet Bouvier-De louvre. You can't love her. She has a fiancé. His name's Harold, or something like that," Mike.
"Oh, really. I had no idea," I said. My heart felt like it was taken from me and ripped into pieces right in front of me. "Well, thanks for letting me know, before I totally embarrassed myself." I walked out of the cafeteria, glumly. I thought we could be. But I guess we couldn't. She has already found her soul mate. I could never see her again. It would be too painful.
Juliet's POV
Henry and I headed back to the dining hall, to find my mother had invited a bunch of friends over to the table.
"Well, hello dear, sit down," one of the ladies said in a southern accent. We sat down and ate our food. Henry took me away from the table to talk. We went back to our room, to talk about something.
"Who were you with last night?" he asked, in an angry tone.
"A peasant boy. A nice one, in fact. He even played the guitar to me," I said.
"Why were you with a street rat?" he said, getting angrier by the second.
"I judge the heart inside, not the amount of money he has in his pocket. Unlike you," I said, feeling anger build up inside me too.
"Why did you sleep with him?" he said.
"I didn't sleep with him. I just fell asleep beside him. I'm sorry. You though I had sex with him, outside, on a bench?!" I said.
"Well, I'm sorry, I misinterpreted things," he said.
"You really think I would cheat on you?" I cried. "Don't you trust me?" I said as I stormed out of the room. I was really mad at him, right at that moment. I actually wish I had fucked that boy, so I could shove it in his face. I hated Henry. I hated all rich people. All they care about is money, money, money. I can't bear it anymore. All their chatter about what they make, and what they are going to spend it, or have spent it on. Oh, and my personal favourite is when they talk about what they have inheirited from their dead ancestors. How could they talk about dead people that way? It was terrible.
I got out a knife and started to slowly glide the blade along my wrist, when someone came up to me and took the knife away from me.
"Please, don't do this to yourself. It leaves a scar on your wrist forever," someone said to me. I looked up. It was Billie Joe, again, but he looked kind of upset. He started to walk away, with a tear rolling down his cheek.
"Billie, why are you crying?" I asked him, worried.
"It's nothing," he said walking away. It broke my heart to see him crying, but I couldn't do anything, because I didn't know what was wrong.
Billie's POV
I slowly walked away from Juliet. It really hurt me to see her cut her wrists. To see anyone do that, made me feel sick. I didn't want to walk away, but Mike was right. As I grabbed her hand, with the knife in it, I saw the huge rock on her finger. It was huge, and when I say huge I mean like enormous. I had never seen a stone that big, ever. I was totally crushed when I saw the stone. I could never be with her, no matter how much I wanted to.
Tre's POV
Mike approached the table, with a really guilty look on his face.
"What did you do to Billie? Shove it in his face that you got a girl, and he didn't?" I asked.
"No, just asking him where he was, last night," Mike said, "He was playing guitar to some rich girl, he thought he could hook up with, but can't cause she's engaged."
"Oh. Did he find out she was engaged or did-" I said before Mike rudely, cut me off.
"Ok, fine. I told him she was engaged," Mike said. I figured Mike would do that. He couldn't handle Billie getting a better girl than him. All Mike cared about these days was sex, music, hot girls, and making sure Billie's depressed. He was doing a great job, covering all that stuff on his list, alright.
I was pissed at Mike, so I walked away from him, and went to explore the ship. I went to the stern, to look at nature's beauty. I look up a bit, and noticed a girl, climbing over the rail, to jump off the boat.
"What are you doing?!" I said to her.
"None of your business. Leave me alone," she said.
"Why are you doing this," I said, as I grabbed her so she wouldn't be able to jump.
"Don't talk to me," she said. She turned around and looked at me in the eyes.
"Why do you care so much, you don't know me. Nobody cares about me anyways," she said. She broke down in my arms, as I lifted her up and over the railing and sitting her on a bench beside me.
"Because, I would feel really guilty if I had just watched you jump. I'm just that kind of person," I said to her. She hugged me again.
"I'm Desiree, by the way. Call me Desi, for short, if you too lazy to say my full name," she said to me.
"Oh, sorry for not introducing myself; I'm Frank, but call me Tre. Hate my birth name," I said "Well, tell me. Why did you want to jump?"
"My life has been a total mess. I lived on the whole street, my whole life. I was lucky when I found a Titanic ticket on the ground. I thought maybe I could live better on the Titanic, and then meet up with my relatives, that live in New York. I got a telegraph, from their neighbours that they had died. It was bad enough already, but I was outside, last night, and some creepy rich guy raped me. I don't know why I'm telling you this, but I feel I can trust you. You saved my life, goddamn it." Desi said, with a tear in her eye.
"Geez. Why do guys do that? I hate creeps like those," I said.
"Well, the next morning, I woke up, in a car," Desi said.
"Where would you find a car on the ship?" I asked.
"I thought the same thing."
"Well, if that guy does it again, you come to me and I'll show him a piece of my mind, okay?" I asked her. She nodded her head, as another tear rolled down her cheek. I wiped the tear away, with my thumb. She smiled at me, as I looked into her chocolate brown eyes. She was so pretty. I loved her, blackish-blonde hair, with a pink colour in it. She was the prettiest girl I've seen in years.
"Wow, your eyes are really blue. It's pretty," Desi said, as she flashed a breathtaking smile at me again.
"Well, yours are prettier," I said. Desi blushed and I felt myself turn red. I grabbed her hand, and she squeezed it.
"Well you wanna do something?"
"Glad you asked. Let's walk and talk," I said, in my rich girl voice. Desi giggled and turned to face me. I put my hand around her, and she put her arms around my neck. I barely knew what was happening, when I kissed her. My heart melted. We broke away, and Desi just smiled, taking me by my hand, as we walked along the deck, hand in hand. I didn't want to let go of her hand, either. This felt so right, and nothing had ever felt this right, in my entire life.
"Good morning, Mr. Armstrong. Sorry, I fell asleep on you," I said.
"That's okay. Please call me Billie. Mr. Armstrong makes me sound old," he said to me. He helped me of the bench and he yawned really loud.
"Alright, Billie. It was nice to meet you," I said shaking his hand.
"Same to you. So I guess I'll see you around?" Billie asked, while he flashed a irresistible smile at me. He was so nice, and understanding, but that smile put the cherry on top of a delicious sundae. That gave me my answer right off the bat.
"Yes. Of course I will. Meet me at 10:00, on this bench," I said. I wish it could be sooner, but I knew that couldn't be possible because my fiancé would get suspicious. So we said our goodbyes and we parted ways. He went to the cafeteria, on a lower level for breakfast, while I made my way to my room.
I quickly got into one of my best tea dresses, and made my way to the dining hall. I found my mother, sitting alone, crying her eyes out.
"Mother, what's the matter?" I said surprised to see Henry not at the table.
"Juliet! Where have you been? I was so worried. You worried Henry as well. He went to go look for you," my mother said with a angry tone in her voice.
"Sorry mother, I'll go find Henry now," I said. I ran to find out where he was. I asked tons of people, but they all didn't know. I really didn't want to find him, but I knew I should. I probably scared him. I should at least say sorry.
I finally found him on a bench, raised up on a plank. I ran up the stairs, and shook his shoulder. He turned around and hugged me really tight.
"Juliet. Where were you? You scared me. I thought maybe you were killed or just kidnapped or went overboard!" Henry said, shaking with fear. I had never seen him like this before. It was frightening.
"I couldn't sleep so I went for a walk. I heard someone playing the guitar, so beautifully, and I decided to listen for awhile. When the man saw me listening to him, he invited me to sit beside him. We talked for awhile and looked at the stars. I was about to go back to our room, when I fell asleep. I woke up and went back to the room, got changed and went to the dining hall. I told my mother I was going to look for you. Now here I am." I explained.
"Don't ever do that again, understand?" Henry said. I looked at his bloodshot eyes, He looked terrible. I didn't think he'd actually notice I was gone, but I didn't plan to fall asleep on some random guy. I actually had never had a better night sleep in my life.
Billie's POV
I woke up and looked over to my side. Juliet was sleeping on me still. I watched her chest move up and down.
Beautiful
She slowly woke up and jumped of me. She said she was sorry and we decided to meet at 10 the next night. She was so beautiful. She had beautiful curly red hair, and breathtaking green eyes. I walked to the cafeteria in a daze. When I found me friends, they barely noticed I was gone.
"Oh, hey Billie," Mike said. I didn't respond. I was still in a daze. Thinking of her. The one I was falling for. Even though I knew I had no chance with a rich girl, I still had a thing for her. But it was more then a thing, It was a feeling, Love was that feeling.
"Billie, can I talk to you?" I heard Mike ask, as a snapped back to reality.
"Sure," I said. He dragged me to the end of the room.
"What's the matter with you?" he said.
"I'm in love," I said, not even think straight.
"With who? We haven't met many people, Billie," Mike said.
"Juliet Bovre De love," I said, "I can't remember her last name.
"Oh my god! You mean Juliet Bouvier-De louvre. You can't love her. She has a fiancé. His name's Harold, or something like that," Mike.
"Oh, really. I had no idea," I said. My heart felt like it was taken from me and ripped into pieces right in front of me. "Well, thanks for letting me know, before I totally embarrassed myself." I walked out of the cafeteria, glumly. I thought we could be. But I guess we couldn't. She has already found her soul mate. I could never see her again. It would be too painful.
Juliet's POV
Henry and I headed back to the dining hall, to find my mother had invited a bunch of friends over to the table.
"Well, hello dear, sit down," one of the ladies said in a southern accent. We sat down and ate our food. Henry took me away from the table to talk. We went back to our room, to talk about something.
"Who were you with last night?" he asked, in an angry tone.
"A peasant boy. A nice one, in fact. He even played the guitar to me," I said.
"Why were you with a street rat?" he said, getting angrier by the second.
"I judge the heart inside, not the amount of money he has in his pocket. Unlike you," I said, feeling anger build up inside me too.
"Why did you sleep with him?" he said.
"I didn't sleep with him. I just fell asleep beside him. I'm sorry. You though I had sex with him, outside, on a bench?!" I said.
"Well, I'm sorry, I misinterpreted things," he said.
"You really think I would cheat on you?" I cried. "Don't you trust me?" I said as I stormed out of the room. I was really mad at him, right at that moment. I actually wish I had fucked that boy, so I could shove it in his face. I hated Henry. I hated all rich people. All they care about is money, money, money. I can't bear it anymore. All their chatter about what they make, and what they are going to spend it, or have spent it on. Oh, and my personal favourite is when they talk about what they have inheirited from their dead ancestors. How could they talk about dead people that way? It was terrible.
I got out a knife and started to slowly glide the blade along my wrist, when someone came up to me and took the knife away from me.
"Please, don't do this to yourself. It leaves a scar on your wrist forever," someone said to me. I looked up. It was Billie Joe, again, but he looked kind of upset. He started to walk away, with a tear rolling down his cheek.
"Billie, why are you crying?" I asked him, worried.
"It's nothing," he said walking away. It broke my heart to see him crying, but I couldn't do anything, because I didn't know what was wrong.
Billie's POV
I slowly walked away from Juliet. It really hurt me to see her cut her wrists. To see anyone do that, made me feel sick. I didn't want to walk away, but Mike was right. As I grabbed her hand, with the knife in it, I saw the huge rock on her finger. It was huge, and when I say huge I mean like enormous. I had never seen a stone that big, ever. I was totally crushed when I saw the stone. I could never be with her, no matter how much I wanted to.
Tre's POV
Mike approached the table, with a really guilty look on his face.
"What did you do to Billie? Shove it in his face that you got a girl, and he didn't?" I asked.
"No, just asking him where he was, last night," Mike said, "He was playing guitar to some rich girl, he thought he could hook up with, but can't cause she's engaged."
"Oh. Did he find out she was engaged or did-" I said before Mike rudely, cut me off.
"Ok, fine. I told him she was engaged," Mike said. I figured Mike would do that. He couldn't handle Billie getting a better girl than him. All Mike cared about these days was sex, music, hot girls, and making sure Billie's depressed. He was doing a great job, covering all that stuff on his list, alright.
I was pissed at Mike, so I walked away from him, and went to explore the ship. I went to the stern, to look at nature's beauty. I look up a bit, and noticed a girl, climbing over the rail, to jump off the boat.
"What are you doing?!" I said to her.
"None of your business. Leave me alone," she said.
"Why are you doing this," I said, as I grabbed her so she wouldn't be able to jump.
"Don't talk to me," she said. She turned around and looked at me in the eyes.
"Why do you care so much, you don't know me. Nobody cares about me anyways," she said. She broke down in my arms, as I lifted her up and over the railing and sitting her on a bench beside me.
"Because, I would feel really guilty if I had just watched you jump. I'm just that kind of person," I said to her. She hugged me again.
"I'm Desiree, by the way. Call me Desi, for short, if you too lazy to say my full name," she said to me.
"Oh, sorry for not introducing myself; I'm Frank, but call me Tre. Hate my birth name," I said "Well, tell me. Why did you want to jump?"
"My life has been a total mess. I lived on the whole street, my whole life. I was lucky when I found a Titanic ticket on the ground. I thought maybe I could live better on the Titanic, and then meet up with my relatives, that live in New York. I got a telegraph, from their neighbours that they had died. It was bad enough already, but I was outside, last night, and some creepy rich guy raped me. I don't know why I'm telling you this, but I feel I can trust you. You saved my life, goddamn it." Desi said, with a tear in her eye.
"Geez. Why do guys do that? I hate creeps like those," I said.
"Well, the next morning, I woke up, in a car," Desi said.
"Where would you find a car on the ship?" I asked.
"I thought the same thing."
"Well, if that guy does it again, you come to me and I'll show him a piece of my mind, okay?" I asked her. She nodded her head, as another tear rolled down her cheek. I wiped the tear away, with my thumb. She smiled at me, as I looked into her chocolate brown eyes. She was so pretty. I loved her, blackish-blonde hair, with a pink colour in it. She was the prettiest girl I've seen in years.
"Wow, your eyes are really blue. It's pretty," Desi said, as she flashed a breathtaking smile at me again.
"Well, yours are prettier," I said. Desi blushed and I felt myself turn red. I grabbed her hand, and she squeezed it.
"Well you wanna do something?"
"Glad you asked. Let's walk and talk," I said, in my rich girl voice. Desi giggled and turned to face me. I put my hand around her, and she put her arms around my neck. I barely knew what was happening, when I kissed her. My heart melted. We broke away, and Desi just smiled, taking me by my hand, as we walked along the deck, hand in hand. I didn't want to let go of her hand, either. This felt so right, and nothing had ever felt this right, in my entire life.
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