So, this story is basically James Cameron's Titanic, in Maximum Ride form. I might change a few details, but for the most part it's going to be on the same wave as the movie (which I love!)
I'm probably going to use quotes from the movie in this as well. So yeah, it should be cool. :)
PM me if you have any questions or anything!
Jack – Fang Dawson
Rose – Maximum Ride
Cal – Dylan Hockley
Fabrizio – Iggy
Tommy – Gazzy Ryan
Cora – Angel
Helga (Fabrizio's girlfriend) – Nudge
Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride or Titanic. They belong to James Patterson and James Cameron. JAMES UNITE!
Every Night in my dreams, I see you, I feel you... ~ My Heart Will Go On, by: Celine Dion
Chapter 1
Max POV
Hello. My name is Maximum Ride, and I'm the perfect, proper rich girl there is. At least according to everyone. That's not who I am though. Not at all.
The door to the car I was in jerked open suddenly, "Come on darling," My fiancée, Dylan Hockley, held out his hand, which I took and stepped out into the sunlight of the beautiful day.
Dylan let go of my hand and probably went to go tell the workers to bring our luggage to whichever room number we were. While he was off doing that, I stood in admiration of this magnificent boat.
The Titanic.
The biggest and greatest ship ever. The grandest ship in the world. The unsinkable ship from what I've heard.
Dylan snatched my hand without me looking, and started pulling me away from the car and toward this amazing ship.
He left me to talk with my mother and her friends about pointless things that I just zone out of every time. It's the same routine every day. No change. No difference. Exactly the same.
I hope this amazing ship will change something about that…
Fang POV
I stared at the people all around the table at this musty bar. I was betting everything I had on this game, and the other guys competing were doing the same. Either I win all, or lose all.
I gave them all my award winning poker face as I took the cigarette out of my mouth with two fingers. I blew out a puff of smoke before putting it out on the table.
One-by-one, people dropped out of the game, disappointment shone on their faces. Angrily throwing their deal of cards on the table.
What they didn't know is that I had the winning deal. I didn't cheat. I just know.
I stayed in, with my poker face glare still on my face. I took a quick glance at my friend, Iggy, he was nervously twitching. That's when I noticed it was and this foreign guy, who almost had a poker face as good as mine.
He gave me a smug look before slowly putting down all his cards. He sat back wit his hands behind his head.
I slapped down my cards on the table and sat up with excitement, yelling with joy. The guy, disbelieving I won, took a second-take at my cards. His face became red with anger; he lost everything while I won everything.
He grabbed the collar of my shirt ready to punch me, I closed my eyes, expecting the pain, but when none came I opened my eyes and saw him punch his friend. I laughed and hugged Iggy.
I picked up the tickets to the grandest ship in the world, I kissed them and held them up, "We're going on the Titanic!" I shouted excitedly.
"Titanic? The Titanic leaves in 5 minutes." A slightly drunk British guy told me, pointing his thumb towards the clock on the wall. Shit!
I took one quick glance at Iggy before pouring everything on the table into Iggy's bag. I held the two tickets tight as we raced out the door, past all the checks and stuff.
We ran across the mini-bridge that connected the boat, no ship, to land. The guy at the door stopped us, "Did you go threw all the checks?"
I nodded my head, "'Course! We're American, both of us." I said while Iggy nodded as well
He bought it and nodded his head and led us inside.
One word: Whoa.
Max POV
We eventually came across our room with many twists and turns I took no desire to remember.
I started unpacking some of my things to put in this magnificent suite. I took out my paintings and looked at them, amazed. Art always amazed me and I always loved it for some reason.
"What do you got there?" Dylan asked, looking in disgust at the paintings.
"They're amazing paintings." I said defensively.
"Who made them?" He said arching an eyebrow.
I looked at the signature at the bottom, "Picasso something." I said shrugging slightly.
"Picasso something? Sounds like an amateur to me."
"He may be an amateur, but his work is still amazing." I said and went to go hang up one of said paintings. Dylan sighed as he watched me put it up, but then walked into another room.
I sat on the loveseat in the middle of the room. Everything was so new. I could still smell some wet paint in the distance. The fancy china had never even been used yet. It was the ship of dreams.
I just hope it will be the ship of dreams to me…
AN: Tada! So, chapter one people! Woot woot!
So, this is kind of short, but the next chapters will be longer. Promise!
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