Prologue

I glared at the television, why was there nothing on? We pay for cable and this is all I get, nothing. The long sought remote hung loosely in my grip as I tried to determine the most logical course of action. I could flip though the channels again and hope that some higher power has added a more interesting channel or I could go find a movie. Against all known logic I decided to flip though the channels once more before resorting to actually getting my ass off the couch to get a movie.

Dragging my body from the couch, I sighed heavily and dropped the remote unceremoniously onto the couch. The floor creaked as I trudged along. The apartment was eerily quiet, which is a tad weird considering the walls are so paper thin that we hear everything, not only in our own apartment. I shivered; if I were in a horror movie right now I'd be a goner. I imagined Freddy popping in and shredding me to pieces. I shook my head, where's the plot?

My bedroom door squeaked open to reveal my messy little apartment bedroom. I peered in searching for any sign of life, maybe in the form or a mass murderer. Once the stillness of my room was confirmed I waded through the mess and to the closet. If I ever meet the person who owned t his room before me I would get down and kiss their feet. They had left me the greatest walk in closet on earth, or at least the greatest one to store mine and my roommate's massive movie collection and mine.

We have enough movies that if we were to watch them all, it would probably take up the better part of a century. The truly magnificent part of our collection was not the mass, no, it was the widely ranging genres and types of flicks that we've collected over the years that seemed to spring up from our conflicting movie preferences. On the one hand you have my roommate, Harley, who enjoys comedy, drama, and romance. And on the other hand I enjoy action and horror but sometimes I do wish my horror would have a better plot. Sometimes.

Every once in a while I'll entertain the thought of watching one of Harley's movies, but then think better of it. Other times Harley makes of game of trying to convince me to watch on of his movies, his argument is that the movies I watch aren't really girly movies, but I'm not a girly girl so… whatever. Most of the time when that happens it ends in both of us watching TV. But there are special nights when I don't feel like putting up a fight and I just wait impatiently for the movie to end.

I stood and stared. Which movie am I in the mood for?

"Looking for a movie to watch, Flo?" I jumped. I couldn't help it really, between expecting to be violently murdered and not expecting Harley to be home so early and so… stealthy. That sneaky bastard.

"Well, what does it look like you?" I growled a little annoyed that he had to have had this all planned out to scare me.

"It looks like you need to watch the greatest movie ever made." He deflected, placing his hands on his hips as if to say, 'you will give in and watch one of my movies.'

"And, pretell, what movie would you be referring to?" I retorted.

"Titanic." He claimed as if it were the most obvious thing in the universe.

To tell the truth I was flabbergasted for all of about 2 seconds before actually contemplating the movie. It was the first movie that I've ever seen in theaters that wasn't my kind of movie and I still remember it clearly. The right amount of chaos mixed with a giant ship sinking. It was a strange kind of action really and then the suspense of Rose and Jack struggling to get to the deck and escape that one evil fiancée. Even the sex scene was good because it wasn't the awkward you-get-to-see-everything,-noises-and-all kind of sex scene. All it really showed was a fogged up window with a hand. But it was the sinking of the ship that really got me. I loved seeing that thing go down and I really don't know why, it just gave me goose bumps and the goofiest smile I've ever had on my face during a movie.

"Flo?"

Well… I can't just give in this early in the game. I need to put up some kind of argument to counter it. I can plead the fact that it's not my type of movie to get the ball rolling at least.

"Florence!" I turned sharply.

"What?"

"I don't know, you just sort of… zoned out there. Something hinky, space cadet?" He questioned.

I took it as a rhetorical question, but he stood there staring at me as if expecting some sort of answer.

"What do you want?"

"Well?"

"Well what?" What the hell is he on about?

"Titanic…?" Oh yeah…

"Sappy romance just isn't my style." I stated like I was giving some sort of natural fact.

"I know you love the sinking scene, there's no denying that freaky smiling thing you had going on in the theater when we saw it." He reasoned with me.

"Well…. Yeah I did like that." I accidentally thought aloud. And that is the mistake that cost me in this game.

Those seemed to be the magical words, for as soon as they fell out of my mind Harley took them as "ok, sure, let's disregard my movie values and specific tastes and watch titanic!". He seemed a little over excited as he plucked the movie from its spot on the shelf and proceeded to drag me to the living room. Protesting the whole way, mind you, it's not like I won't put up a fight.

I flopped on the couch; still protesting until the minute the DVD was pushed into the player. Once that happens there's really nothing I can do at that point, the snowball is already rolling down the hill, there's no stopping. Though I could have actually stopped it before this point but I really didn't feel like having a war over the remote or some kind of wrestling match for the movie. Sometimes I think I have selective laziness that works against me. So I just sit back and let the commercials unfold until the menu screen flashed across the television.

"Any last words?" Harley sarcastically implored.

"I would just like to say that if this movie kills me, it's your fault." I dramatized, poking him in the side.

"Don't worry, I'll take full responsibility." He assured me, patting my arm a bit for good measure.

"I want it in writing."

"That's a little much, don't you think?" I snorted from trying not to laugh to hard.

"Are we gonna watch this or what? Just press play like you're ripping off a band-aid." I winced a little.

It seemed like it was on the 47th loop when play was pressed. It had played as background music to our banter, although extremely annoying background music. I'm grasping for straws now, just looking for reasons to dislike movie.

I forgot how boring the first part of the movie is, to me it didn't really get interesting 'til she started telling them the story. This is just some sort of plot type thing going on here to make the movie more sense. Or maybe just longer. I guess later on in the movie the fact that she's telling a story to them makes it more dramatic when it stops and we see the reaction to the story.

"Is this really necessary?" I say aloud, "This is the most boring part of the whole movie. I think I might actually die of boredom."

I got a slap on the arm, a scowl and a 'shush!'

Feeling a bit restless as the team on screen fell victim to disappointment I decided it was the best time to get some popcorn.

"I'm going to get some popcorn, you want some?" I said wobbling to a little trying to stand up, I swear this couch will eat you alive if you sit on it too long.

"Sit your ass back down, I seriously thinking about getting ductape."

"You and your empty threats." I tisked at him.

"Florence Ann Valentine. I'll show you just how empty my threats are when I ductape your eyes open, your mouth shut, and your body to the couch. Then I'll replay Titanic over and over again until you've memorized every line. Or until you're crazy, oh wait too late." I laughed until I caught my breath and then scowled playfully trying not to smile.

"You're so mean, and here I was offering you popcorn."

"Just watch the damned movie, jeez."

"Aye, aye" I saluted.

Trying to keep my smile at bay, I faced the screen once more.

On screen some guy was referring to Rose as 'anesthesia'. I snorted. Of course they would know the story of Anastasia and then confuse here with a knock out drug. Feeling a little tired from the boring beginning, I elbowed the couch and held my face in my hand to stare blankly at the screen.

The transition from the wreckage to the Titanic look-alike was awesome.

I like to talk to the movies, especially when it's a horror movie and tell the character how stupid they are. I don't know why it's something I do with all movies now just off-handedly without much thought. I enjoy it for some strange reason.

So when Cal was going off to Rose about how great Titanic is and all that jazz, as soon as he mentioned 'they say it's unsinkable' I really couldn't help but laugh and yell, "Like hell it is!"

And then point an accusatory finger at the TV, "You are sadly misinformed, my friend."

Harley used a couch pillow to playfully knock me upside the head for the outburst.

"You'd think there was some sort of sport in sinking a ship by the way your making commentary." Harley joked and turned the volume up a little, causing me to have to resist the urge to yell over it. I really should calm down and just watch the damn movie. If not for me, definitely for Harley.

I curl into the couch, feeling a little more tired than I should. I haven't done anything strenuous lately, maybe friendly banter just exhausts me. I'm in bad shape! I poke at my stomach. I don't look like I haven't gained anything, so I'll just avoid the gym and healthy food like I normally do. Now may be the best time to take a nap, I'm sure the screaming will wake me up on the scenes I want to watch. I'll just rest my eyes until then…

"… The Titanic's leaving, in 5 minutes!"

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AN: Sorry there isn't much going on in this chapter, I just wanted to introduce my own characters and get a background thing set up. As Florence would say this is the boring part. Reviews are nice :]