Okay… SEQUEL TIME! :D So I was going to do the Emma sequel first, but I am just MAJORLY writer's blocked, and this story is just so fresh in my mind that I can't help but write it :) Anyways, I hope you guys really like the sequel… I'm considering doing a third-quel, too! Ahhh! :D I don't know, maybe :) Anyways, let's just see how this one goes, and if I do decide to write the third-quel, IT DEFINETELY won't come out until AFTER the Emma sequel. I just have to get it done, writer's block or no writer's block! Alright, I'm ready to write, so read my A/N at the bottom for more info!

Love,

Lauren:)

Disclaimer: Well, there isn't a WHOLE lot about Titanic in here. This is basically a Rose's life after Jack dies story… only with Sutton. But, just in case, I don't own Titanic … *sigh* …

As I walked along the pier, the loud voices and game sounds ringing in my ear, I bent my head down and licked the other side of my chocolate soft serve ice cream cone. I looked at the Ferris wheel that was a little further down, and watched as it continuously rotated. The rollercoaster was painted a bright red, and I knew that they obviously have renovated it since 1910, when Jack was in Santa Monica. I knew he would still love it, though. He would love all of it. I had been scouring the place all day for somewhere that still sold cheap beer, but I couldn't find anything. I guess not being a local long enough had its disadvantages. Suddenly, I was hit in the head from behind, making my face fall into the ice cream cone. I lifted my now cold face and licked the ice cream off my upper lip, and wiped the rest of with my white tank top that had a lace back. Underneath I wore a neon green tank so my entire back wouldn't be bare. My shorts however were just a pair of grungy old denims that had two tiny holes right where the pockets were. I looked down and found a football. I picked it up, dusted it off, and looked around for the person who had thrown it, ready to give them a piece of my mind.

"Sutton? Oh gosh, I'm so sorry." Matt said as he ran towards me. He was wearing a blue plaid button down shirt and a pair of khaki capris.

"Oh," I said as he now stood in front of me, his hair wet from either sweat or the water. "Um, yeah, just be careful next time. You're lucky it was me, who knows what would have happened if it wasn't." He chuckled and took the football after I stuck it out to him. Andrew came running along as well and smiled at me.

"Hey neighbor girl," he said, obviously not knowing my name. "Dude, I thought we were going on the rollercoaster." Matt looked at him and shot him a look of get out of here. I laughed when Andrew didn't, and waved my hands in the air.

"It's fine, really. Hi, I'm Sutton." I said as I stuck my hand out towards him. Andrew smiled and his blonde hair flipped like his brother's brown when he faced me.

"Andrew." He replied. We shook hands and laughed when Matt scoffed.

"Since when are you so formal?" he asked Andrew. Andrew looked at him annoyed and pulled his hand off mine.

"Since maybe if I act normal, she'll look past your stupidity and go on that date you've been meaning to ask her to." Andrew explained. I laughed hysterically for a moment while Matt stood dumbfounded and annoyed.

"Dude! Get out of here!" he yelled as he whacked him on the back of the head. Andrew smiled and rolled his eyes and started running down the pier.

"See you later Sutton!" he yelled. I waved at him and then turned my attention back towards Matt.

"Ahh," he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry about that." I giggled again and tossed my now pathetic excuse for an ice cream cone into the trash.

"It's fine, I was kind of flattered." I admitted as I ran my fingers through my hair. His cheeks were instantly flushed with a pink color, but he turned away subtly so I wouldn't notice, although I already did.

"So," I said, changing the subject. "You guys are going on the rollercoaster." Matt looked back at me and smiled.

"Uh yeah, why?" he asked curiously. I shrugged and smiled.

"Mind if I tag along?"

"Dude this is taking forever!" Andrew complained as the three of us stood in line for the rollercoaster. I chuckled to myself when Matt looked at me and smiled.

"What?" I asked him in between laughs. He smiled again and looked away.

"Nothing just, admiring." He said. I stopped laughing and smiled, as I obviously blushed because my face became warmer.

"Oh get a room!" Andrew yelled. I burst out laughing again, and so did Matt. We all took another step as the line slowly, but surely, moved.

"So," I said as our laughter subsided. "I have not found a place that sells crappy beer yet, know of any?" Matt raised an eyebrow and looked at me.

"What?" he asked. I laughed again and smiled.

"Cheap beer! Bad food! Know where I can get some?" I asked again. He smiled and furrowed his eyebrows suspiciously.

"Uh, sort of. You know, you don't strike me as a "cheap beer" and fries kind of gal," he said as he looked me over. "More like pricy wine and caviar." I rolled my eyes and scoffed.

"That was the old Sutton," I informed him. "And I never even liked caviar!" he laughed again and nodded his head.

"Alright, alright. I'll take you sometime." He said. I stopped smiling and looked at him instantly.

"But let's get one thing straight, it's not a date, just a friendly get together between neighbors." I informed him. Andrew groaned.

"Shoot, she saw through my politeness." He said. I laughed again and ran my fingers through my hair.

"Fine, fine, just a friendly get together." He said. I nodded my head.

"Right."

"I'm going to throw up." I informed Andrew and Matt as we all sat on the bench after going on the rollercoaster eight times.

"Just take a deep breath, Sutton, it's going to be okay." Matt told me. I tried to take a deep breath, but my stomach still churned. Instantly, the blood left my head, and my face turned a pale, sickly green color.

"God she's gonna puke!" Andrew yelled. I threw my hair to my mouth and ran to the trash can next to the bench. I leaned over and before being able to control myself, I did indeed puke.

"Oh now I'm gonna puke." Andrew said. I groaned, when something hit my face. I grabbed the napkin from Matt and wiped my grimy mouth.

"Oh my gosh." I said, quickly dragging Matt and I away from the trash. We both stood there for a moment, when we suddenly started to laugh again. We continued to until we heard a loud heaving sound. We looked over and saw Andrew leaning over the trash. I couldn't help but laugh. Matt did too.

"Oh Andrew, I'm so sorry!" I said apologetically as I went over and rubbed his back. He leaned up and wiped his face with his shirt.

"It's… fine…" his face still deadly pale.

"Now that is what I call a fun day!" Matt cried from a few feet away. Andrew and I walked over to him and crossed the green path to go back up onto the pier.

"Well, that's one thing I can cross off my list." I said as we walked along the pier. Matt turned his head towards me as he handed both Andrew and I a stick of gun.

"List?" he asked. I smiled and nodded.

"Yes. I have a list of things that I want to accomplish in life. One was going to Princeton. Done. One was riding on the rollercoaster in Santa Monica until I throw up. Done." I explained. Matt smiled and furrowed his eyebrows.

"That sounds… familiar." He said. I bit my lip and swallowed.

If you've ever seen Titanic it should… I thought.

"Uh, well, a lot of people want to do that." I said quickly, thinking of some way to explain it to him. I then thought of Jack, and how I just did all of that without him, and I became extremely sad. I begged myself not to cry, but tears were already surfacing. I wiped them away quickly, and spotted people drawing on the side of the road. There were people paying them, and then sitting down on stools. I wondered if Jack drew in that exact spot. Maybe he had. I walked over there, Matt and Andrew following me curiously. I looked at all of the artists and models, and smiled. I spotted an empty canvas and some pencils next to the stone wall and I grabbed them.

"What are you doing?" Matt asked curiously. I pushed him onto an empty stool, and leaned against the wall.

"Drawing." I replied. Andrew walked over and leaned against the wall next to me, looking at the canvas the entire time I began to sketch. I continued to sketch for another minute or two, and I thought that it turned out well. It looked pretty much like Matt. I mean, it wasn't as good as Jack's rendition would have been, but I knew he'd be proud of it anyway. Matt stood up and walked over to where we were standing, and smiled when he saw my sketch.

"Wow," he said. "Pretty good." I smiled and handed him the canvas.

"Keep it." I said. He smiled and handed it back to me.

"No, you." He said. I smiled and took the canvas, and stuck it under my arm as we continued to walk down the street.

"So," Andrew said, breaking the moment of silence. "What's next on your list. I mean, we'd be glad to help." I smiled and looked out at the water.

"Well, I have a couple more things to do here, drink cheap beer, ride horses, but then my next adventure will be… Paris. Yeah, Paris is next. Or maybe New York, since it's in America and I'm in America now. I don't know." I said awkwardly. Matt chuckled slightly.

"Wow, you dream big," He said. I smiled and nodded. "What do you want to be when you grow up?" I looked out at the water and then back to Matt.

"An actress," I said. "An Academy Award winning actress!" Matt laughed, and so did Andrew.

"What?" I asked. Matt shook his head.

"That's just, extremely hard, you know?" he asked in more of a statement form. I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

"Saying something is too hard is just an excuse for not trying." I explained. Matt raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Hmm, I like that." He said. I smiled and looked back out at the water. Even now it still scared me. I didn't know why, but it just did. I mean I knew it was warm here, and I knew I couldn't drown or anything, but just the thought of any water taking so many lives still scared me, six years later. I hadn't gone in the water since then either.

"Hey Matt!" Someone yelled from down the street. I looked straight ahead at a dark skinned man and another guy, someone extremely tan with light blonde hair, both shirtless, come running towards us.

"Oh, hey guys." Matt said disappointingly. Andrew looked at me and rolled his eyes and I giggled.

"Well who is this lovely lady?" the darker skinned guy asked. I smiled as he held my hand and kissed it. For a second, I had a flashback to the night when Jack dined with us and I stood on the stairs nervously as he kissed my hand.

"This is my new neighbor, Sutton." Matt said, bringing me back to reality. The blonde smiled and put his arm around me.

"This is Jay, and I'm Nick," he said referring to himself and the other guy. "Now if our boy Matt here ever gives you a hard time, just tell us, and we'll whip him into shape." Andrew laughed and Jay whacked him over the head.

"Uh, thanks." I said with a smile. They both continued walking down the street after they gave Matt and Andrew a couple of those, high five hugs. I laughed as we continued to walk as well.

"So they're your "boys"?" I asked jokingly. He smiled and looked up.

"Yeah, haven't been able to shake them since kindergarten." He said. I laughed and continued to walk behind Andrew. When we got back to our neighborhood, and started to walk down the street, Andrew raced us to the house, only Matt and I didn't run after him.

"Oh he's such a loser!" Matt said. I laughed and hit him in the arm.

"Hey, be nice! I don't think your parents would like you calling him that." I said. Matt's face suddenly dropped, and he stiffened although he continued to walk.

"Eh, my parents won't mind. They're too involved in their work to notice." He said harshly. I frowned and continued to walk forward.

"I know what it's like to have parents like that, too," I said. "So, that's why I just, stopped. Stopped listening to them, stopped respecting them, stopped hiding my feelings and dreams from them." He bit his lip and continued to walk forward, probably wishing he could do the same. We continued to walk until we go to my porch, awkwardly not saying a thing.

"I, I had a lot of fun today," I said breaking the silence. "Thanks for the help with my list." He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.

"So about the cheap beer, do you wanna go somewhere tomorrow night, you know, as a friendly get together between neighbors?" he asked. I smiled slightly and looked down at the floor.

"Uh, yeah, yeah that'd be… cool." I replied. He smiled and started to walk down the steps.

I'll pick you up a seven… neighbor." He said. I smiled and waved, and then walked into the house quickly. I leaned my back against the door and bit my lip as a smile broke through, when suddenly, I noticed something on the mantle.

A new picture.

I walked over to the living room, thinking my eyes were playing tricks on me, but as I kept walking, I knew I had seen right. I walked quicker over to the mantle and grabbed the framed photo.

"I got it for you today," Amanda said as I stood dumbfounded, staring at the photo. "I thought it would cheer you up." I continued to look at the photo, and smiled when I was finally able to look into those blue eyes once again. It was the first time that I saw a clear vision of Jack in five years. His blonde hair still looked the same, his face still handsome and young, his skin nice and tanned. It was a photo of the first time he saw me… and I saw him.

"Where'd you get this?" I asked. Amanda smiled and took a step towards me.

"They have photos of the movie, you know." She explained. And she was right, they did.

But to me, it wasn't a movie… it was a memory.

And to me he wasn't Leonardo DiCaprio… he was Jack Dawson.

And it was weird to see him in other movies… and to see Kate in other movies… because it felt like looking at older versions of us, even though I didn't look like Kate, when I think of myself, her face comes to mind.

"Th-thank you." I said. I smiled again and set the photo back down onto the mantle, when suddenly, I thought of Matt, and then I thought of Jack.

And I couldn't help but feel as if I was cheating on him.

"Sutton, it's okay if you like Matt." Amanda said as if she had read my mind. I looked at her and furrowed my eyebrows.

"I don't like him," I said in denial. "We're neighbors… friends… that's it." She rolled her eyes and walked back into the kitchen. I flopped onto the couch and let out a large sigh.

What if I did like Matt?

Would Jack be mad?

But what if I liked Matt… but loved Jack more. How would I choose?

I didn't know, and frankly, I didn't want to know. The thought of loving anyone but Jack scared me.

But what scared me the most… was that Jack was just a fictional character.

AWW… pour Sutton :( Hope you guys liked the first Chapter of the sequel! Also, this sequel has got me thinking, and I'm going to do an actual Rose's life after Titanic and Jack, all about Rose and what she does with her life after Jack dies… that should be up soon, and so will the Emma sequel :) Look out for them both!