Julie and the phantoms visuals, imagines and preferences

•Titanic // Sacha Carlson•

"Why do we have to go on this, I don't feel like being traumatized from reliving something so devastating." I whine, trying to get out of the trip.

"You should've said something before we payed for you, besides this will be a good experience for us, you know family bonding." My dad says, stirring the pasta that was on the stove.

"Yeah, because nothing screams family bonding like the titanic." I say sarcastically. My younger brother walks in and sits down next to me.

"Why can't you just be act a little thrilled, Ryan is so excited to spend time with you, do it for him." Dad points to my six year old brother.

"The only reason he's excited is because he doesn't know what it is. He just sees a big boat and thinks it's shiny, and is instantly fascinated."

Mom laughs at that, knowing I'm absolutely right.

"No matter what you say, you're going, besides maybe you'll actually like it, it's only for two days, so please just put on a fake smile and try to enjoy yourself." Dad smiles weakly at me, showing he wasn't prepared to argue anymore.

"Fine, but just know that I'm not happy about it." I grab one of the plates and start dishing up my dinner.

"And your father didn't tell you the best part." My mother starts, causing me to face her. "While onboard, we all have to dress up as if we're in the 1900s, how cool is that?"

"Not very! I don't have any clothes and I'm not dressing like some old woman just because there's a stupid dress code." I practically shout.

"That's why we're going shopping tomorrow, and we'll find you a beautiful dress from that time, it'll be fun I promise." Mom cradles my cheek, hoping to calm my nerves, but it just enrages me a little bit more.

"Can I eat in my room tonight?" I say bluntly, not wanting to have a full on meltdown because I have to spend another second with them.

"Go ahead." Dad says. I grab my dinner and make my way upstairs. After eating, I spend the rest of the night looking at pictures of dresses that I might have to wear, and needless to say, I'm even less excited now.

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"We're here!" Mom says excitedly, making Ryan squeal with excitement. I look at the storefront, already being put off by the many period dresses and suits that have been showcased in the windows.

We all exit the car and make our way inside. My mom lets my brother roam in the shop, while she talks to the owner about the clothes she's looking for, hoping to get some kind of professional opinion on what the correct dress should look like.

The owner, who's name was Marcy, ends up helping us pick out 5 dresses for my mom to try on, 4 suits for my brother, and one dress for me.

We all head to the changing rooms and my mother goes first, hoping that her kids will be helpful in choosing her outfit.

Every time she came out, she looked the same to me, but I plastered on a smile and told her what I liked about it, leaving out the many, many things I didn't like.

My brother was next, and he was a pretty easy kid to buy for, he was satisfied with the second suit he tried on, so he was sorted. And then it was my turn,

I have a last look at my mom when walking to the dressing room, when I spotted a group of boys walking into the shop. Great, nothing worse then a group of boys staring at you while you try on granny clothes.

I slide on the dress after taking off my other clothes, and as soon as I see myself in the mirror, it's like the excitement in me bubbles. For a dress that's over 110 years old, I really do like it, especially the color.

I hesitantly step out of the dressing room, and let my mother gasp at how I look, while my eyes focus elsewhere, not wanting to let slip the fact that I'm somewhat excited for the experience.

As I listen to my mother rave about how I look, I spot the group of boys again, who were looking in the 1910 section as well. I watch as the bicker about what they'll wear, until one of them turns around and looks directly at me. My eyes go wide and I quickly look away, yet I can still feel him staring at me.

"I think we have everything we need, go take that dress off and Ryan and I will go pay." Mom says, I take one last look at the boy, who is still staring at me, and head back to the dressing room, changing quickly after folding the dress neatly, not wanting to damage it.

I unlock the door, and grab all my things before walking out.

"Hey." I hear a voice from behind me, I turn and see the boy from before.

"Oh, hi." I say quietly.

"Sorry, I don't wanna hold you back from your family, but I just had to say that you looked really nice in that dress." My cheeks heat up at his words.

"Thanks, it's the only dress I actually liked." I awkwardly laugh.

"What's your reason for getting it?" His eyebrows furrow at his question, and I can't help but find the action incredibly cute.

"My family and I are going on a titanic experience tomorrow, and we needed some clothes for it." I explain, hoping that the boy won't be so uninterested that he leaves.

"No way! My friends and I are going on that too, it's happening on the hotel ship, right?"

"Yeah it is." I smile at his excitement.

"Y/n we're leaving!" My mom yells from the front of the shop. I look at her and see that she's smirking, clearly knowing that she's breaking up my moment with the cute stranger.

"So I guess I'll see you on there." He smiles.

"Yeah hopefully." I say a little too quickly, making him giggle.

"Im Sacha by the way." He holds out his hand, which I shake quickly.

"Im Y/n, although you probably guessed that from my mother screaming it from across the store." He laughs again, "I'll see you tomorrow, Sacha."

"See you then, Y/n."

I wave goodbye to him as I walk away and out the shop.

"So, who was that." My mother smirks.

"Nope, we're not having that talk." I laugh and speed walk to the car. Leaving my mother and brother laughing at my embarrassment.