I woke up the next morning with a smile on my face. I recalled the events of last night. Thomas and I had gotten to know each other so well, and I felt like I had known him forever, instead of a few days.
I laid in bed for a few minutes, feeling sleepy still. Eventually, I dragged my ass out of bed.
I pulled on a dress. The material was white and lacy, the top layer was a blue satin. It was light and allowed me to stay cool. I pulled my hair up into a loose but neat bun. How boring, the same routine every morning.
I left the cabin, locking the door behing me. I took the five steps leading to John's cabin and knocked quietly, afraid of waking him. He responded almost immediatly. "Hello," I said gleefully.
"Gracie!" John smiled brightly, obviously happy to see me. "Come on in!" He ushered me into the cabin. I took a seat by his vanity.
"Would you like to do something today?" I asked. John looked at me.
"Do you want to do something together today?" I repeated.
He stared at me as if I grew a third eye. "Why?"
I rolled my eyes. "Because, we've barely seen each other on this trip. I'd like to spend time with my best friend while we're on the grandest ship on Earth!"
"Sure, sure. What do you want to do, then?"
I thought for a second. What was there to do on this ship? Hmm... "Perhaps we could go to the library?" I suggested. "I was in there last night and there are some excellent books in there."
"Okay, we'll go to the library," he said carefully.
We left John's cabin and made our way to the library. I began browsing the shelves, looking for a good read.
"Gracie," I heard John whisper. "Come look at this."
I turned my head and walked over to John. He held up a book and his mouth was gaping.
"Look at this," he showed me the book cover. It read "Futility by Morgan Robertson".
"What's so special about that?" I was curious.
"It's a book about a ship called the Titan. At it's time, it's the largest ship in the world. It strikes an iceberg and sinks," John explained.
I repeated my earlier question, "What's so special about it?"
He flipped a page to reveal an illustration of a ship that looked exactly like Titanic. "Whoa... creepy!" I said.
John grinned. "Do you think it's an omen?"
I scoffed. "An omen? How superstious can you get?" He laughed.
"Hello, Gracie, John," I heard from behind me. I turned around, greeted by the sight of Thomas.
"Thomas!" I sighed happily.
John smiled. "Mr. Andrews."
Thomas walked up to us. "I was going to take a wak on the promenade. Would you two like to join me?" he asked.
I nodded. "That would be lovely." I looked to John, who nodded also.
We walked up to the promenade. I was quickly forgotten when Thomas started asking John questions. "So, John. Gracie tells me that you two are very close friends."
John blushed. How strange, I'd never seen him do that before. "Uh... Yes, Mr. Andrews. We are."
"She also tells me you taught her to hit. She can throw a very good punch," Thomas chuckled.
"Oh? Did she hit someone last night?"
I spoke up. "Yes," I said sheepishly.
"She hit me!" Thomas stated. "I woke up with a nasty bruise this morning!"
"That's funny, I woke up with a huge smile this morning!" I teased.
"Oh, Gracie. You promised you wouldn't hit anyone unless it was self defense! That was one of the rules of me teaching you!" John said, frustrated.
John and Thomas both laughed, and I wasn't sure why. "What? What's so funny?"asked.
"Whatever..." I grumbled.
John and Thomas went back to their conversation and I mentally checked out.
As we walked, I daydreamed. I played different scenarios in my head, all of which involved Titanic. I imagined a giant, lizard-like monster rising up out of the water. It was so giant that the slightest of it's movements created waves that rocked the ship. It clawed at the Captain's Bridge, pulling people out and throwing them into its mouth. Everyone around me bagan screaming and running.
"What do you think, Gracie?" A voice brought me back to reality.
"Huh?" I asked.
John and Thomas were both looking down at me. "What do you think? Would you like to go get lunch?" said John.
"Oh, sure," I said.
I followed the two men to a cafe. We sat and talked about useless things. When our food arrived, we all dug in, happy to be gaining sustenance.
"Thomas, tell us about the ship," I said.
His eyes brightened and he dove into the history of Titanic's construction, all the facts about it, and how it was his pride and joy. "Well, you see," his voice lowered, "there aren't enough lifeboats for everyone aboard. I pushed for more, but I was over-ruled. Some believe it made the deck look too cluttered."
I gasped. "Not enough lifeboats for everyone? What if something happens?"
"Enough for half actually." Thomas' face turned grim. "But I assure you that nothing will happen. I've built you a good ship!"
John stood up from the table. "Thank you for the wonderful lunch, but I'm afraid I must make it back to my cabin now. I'll see you later Gracie. It's been a pleasure, Mr. Andrews."
Thomas smiled up at him and nodded.
"Goodbye, John!" I said. John turned and walked out of the cafe. "Guess it's just you and me now, eh, Thomas?" I grinned.
"Why yes, Gracie. How terribly observant of you!" he joked.
"Would you like to do something else?" I asked.
Thomas looked at me. "Yes."
My heart lept. I was going to spend time with Thomas. It would be just him and me - no one butting in on our conversations.
"Excellent. However, I've got to grab something from my cabin first!"
He nodded. "Alright, let's go!"
Thomas followed me all the way down to my cabin. I unlocked the door and began searching for the item in question - a hair pin. Thomas stood awkwardly in the doorway.
I smiled when I saw my favorite hair pin in one of the dresser drawers. I grasped it in my hand and crossed the room to the vanity. Still smiling, I brushed the hair away from my face and pinned it back. Much better, I thought.
"All done!" I said triumphantly.
I started to turn around, but in the process, I knocked several small perfume bottles off the vanity. "Shit," I hissed. I bent down and began to gather them up. Thomas rushed over and grabbed what he could, setting them back up. "God' I'm so clumsy! Sorry, Thomas."
"Think nothing of it," he whispered gently, standing up.
Frustrated, I flopped down on the floor. I had just made a complete fool of myself in front of this perfect man, in my cabin no less! This is my domain, this is where I should not mess anything up! "Aargh!" I let out a groan.
"Gracie, stand up," said Thomas.
"Why? I'll just make a bigger fool of myself somehow!" I quipped.
"No you won't."
I turned over so that I was laying on my stomach with my face buried in the thin carpet. "I'm such an idiot!"
Thomas laughed, amused by my childishness.
I pulled my face up and glared at him. "Shut up! It's not funny!"
Thomas struggled to put his face back into a neutral position. "Gracie, just because you knocked some small bottles to the floor isn't cause for such behaviour," he said.
"Yes, yes it is."
Thomas was silent for a few moments. "Okay, you're right. I'm being totally irrational by thinking nothing of your clumsiness."
"Yes you are. You're so irrational."
Thomas laughed again, louder that time. "Well... I'll take your mind off it," he suggested.
I stared quizically at him. "Just how would you do that?"
He thought, eventually coming up with an answer. "Tell me something you didn't tell me last night!"
"Like what?" I'm pretty sure there wasn't anything left to tell him, I'd poured my heart out to him last night: all my memories and thoughts were his now, too.
"Your hobbies. You never told me about your hobbies. Or about your line of work."
I thought back to our conversations last night, and realised that he was correct. I had purposley left those things out, because they were totally uninteresting. "My work... I work as a maid in a small hotel down the block from my apartment."
Thomas nodded, listening to me speak.
"Uh... My hobbies are writing, and that's it."
"Writing? What do you write about?" Thomas sounded like he genuinley wanted to know.
"Anything that pops into my head really. I write romance stories, fantasy stories, tragedies. You name it." I thought of my dreamt-up scenario from earlier - when I got to New York, I would have to write about that monstorous lizard.
"That's great! I'd love to read your work sometime," Thomas said.
The conversation built from there. We talked for hours again, from the late afternoon all the way to the late night.
The only time we stopped talking was when we heard the ship groan and everything started shaking.