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•TITANIC PT.3 // SACHA CARLSON•

"Y/n get your elbows off the table!" My mom snaps, clearly stressed out by the last few hours. In a span of three hours, my mother ended up loosing all of our outfits for dinner, and finding them again, 10 minutes before we actually had to be at dinner.

I smirk at her and slide my elbows onto my legs, not wanting to stress her out anymore then she already was, but also doing it in a painfully slow way, just to piss her off.

"When's the ice cream coming!" Ryan practically shouts from next to me.

"Give then a few minutes kid, we only just ordered it." I smile at him, which made his sour mood even worse. I look up at my parents, deciding now was probably the best time to bring up the whole 'going out after hours to meet a boy' without actually mentioning doing exactly that. "So, I was talking to a few teens on the boat earlier," this instantly catches my parents attention, "There's a party on the pool deck tonight, and I was invited, so I was wondering if I could go?"

"Who's going to be there?" My dad asks instinctively, forgetting that we were on a bot with a million people that I didn't know.

"Well, I only know one person who's going." My mother raises her eyebrows at my words, knowing exactly who I was talking about.

"At what time?" Dad continues to quiz me until he's satisfied with my answers.

"You can go, but don't be loud when you come back, I don't need Ryan to be even more cranky tomorrow." My mom side eyes Ryan, who was shoveling down the rather large bowl of ice cream that he was given.

"Thanks."

Quite honestly I never thought they would say yes, but I'm glad they did. I barely knew Sacha, but I had to admit that the crush I had on him was slowly growing with every passing day.

We finned dinner at about 8:30, which gave us enough time to say goodbye, and for me to still be on time for my quality time with Sacha.

"Right, now, if you get cold, you come and get a jacket from the room, here's a card for the room so you don't wake us all up when you get there. Be safe and don't do anything I wouldn't." Dad gives me a brief hug before taking Ryan's hand and leading him to our room.

"You better be safe." Mom stands directly in front of me, "Nice excuse by the way, a teenager only pool party, sounds like a disaster waiting to happen." I laugh at her attentiveness, and give her a quick hug. "He does seem like a nice boy, Ryan told me all about your interaction in the arcade."

"Oh gosh." I gasp and put my head into my hands out of pure embarrassment.

"Don't worry, I've been there. Just be careful okay, and don't fall overboard, I'm not a very good swimmer." She waves as she walks away, finally leaving me to go off on my adventure.

I walk upstairs quite slowly, knowing that I still had a few minutes before we actually had to meet.

When I finally arrive on the pool deck, I sit down on one of the stools that surround the pool, to wait for Sacha to arrive.

The nerves seemed to get to me with every passing moment, as I couldn't stop looking at my phone, counting down the minutes to 9 o'clock.

Eventually the time came around, and I sat up straight in the chair, waiting to see Sacha walking out of the entrance to the cabins.

9:15.

9:30.

10:00.

Everything okay?

My mom texts me, it gave me hope for a second, but I quickly lost patience and got up to go back to the room.

As I enter the hallway to the rooms, I hear a loud voice practically screaming my name from outside.

I walk outside once again, and after seeing a panicked looking Sacha, I decide to give him the benefit of the doubt and join him outside.

"Hey." I say calmly, trying to keep my anger masked.

"Hi, I am so sorry, my friend got really bad sea sickness and I had to help him, and the rest of them wouldn't let me leave, I'm really sorry."

I could tell he was being genuine with me, so I held out my hand, waiting for him to take. Eventually he got the hint and took my hand in his. I dragged him along to the front of the ship, looking at the ocean ahead of us.

"It's kinda creepy isn't it?" Sacha says at a volume that was barely audible.

"What is?" I look at him quizzically

"The ocean, we don't know what's down there, but it's just there. It just makes you think about life I guess."

"Never would I have thought you were the philosophical one." I laugh at his words.

"I can be extremely philosophical if I want to be." He tries defending himself.

We stand in silence for a while, admiring the view, while feeling safe with each other.

"Do you think we could hop that?" I say bluntly when my view focuses on the very tip of the front of the ship, which has been very deliberately blocked off.

I look at him after a few moments of silence to find him taking off his shoes.

"What are you doing?" I say with a giggle.

"It's easier to climb without shoes on." He smiles up at me, I quickly follow in his path, trying to make our preparations as quick as possible.

He takes off running for the fence, and after finally lifting me over, we both make it to the other side.

"I really hope we don't get caught, I don't wanna be kicked off this ship just yet." I think out loud.

"Why's that."

"Because I found some nice company while aboard." I flash him a smile and step closer to the edge of the ship.

I spread my arms out, just like Rose did in titanic, and close my eyes, letting my senses be engulfed by the ocean.

I feel warm hands go around my waist, as Sacha holds me in place, while placing his chin onto my shoulder.

"We really could be Jack and rose, without the death of course." I giggle slightly at his comment, mainly focusing on the moment at hand, and not thinking too much about the future.