This is a story about four teens who find themselves in a very similar dilemma as Jack and Rose. Will they survive a ship crash?

Standard disclaimer: Sadly i only own the Titanic dvds....the rest belongs to some guy.

Chapter 1: All Aboard.

"Oh my gosh Rebecca I can't believe that your parents got us all tickets to go on Titanic!" Samantha exclaimed excitedly in the limo that was bringing them to Titanic.

Rebecca couldn't agree with her best friend. She glared at the silver limo behind them -transporting the spoiled boy her parents had arranged her to be married to. She was 17. She was expected to marry Chris four months after Titanic was expected to dock in New York- She pulled out her compact and examined her make-up and her beautiful blonde hair.

The limo came to a careful stop among the crowd of smiling, waving and crying onlookers. Rebecca fixed her shirt and tied her converse. The driver opened the door. She pulled her designer sunglasses over her green eyes and stepped out.

"Whats the big deal about this boat. I mean it's no bigger than the cruise ship we went on two years ago." Rebecca scoffed. She felt an arm wrap around her waist. She was instantly nauseated.

"It's three times bigger than that ship and this one, it's unsinkable." Chris gloated. Rebecca rolled her eyes. This was going to be a long week. (a/n im not sure how long Titanic was supposed to take to get to America...)

meanwhile in a coffee shop on the pier...

"You're so stupid Jack...you bet all our money!" Pedro said in his Italian accent.

Jack leaned in "When you don't have much you've got nothing to lose." Jack replied. He picked up his final card. He didn't break his poker face but excitement filled him. Full house.

"Well guys someones life is about to change. Pedro?" he looked pointedly at his friend.

"I can't believe you bet our tickets." Steven whispered angrily at his friend.

Pedro looked at Jack with sad eyes. "Nothing."

They went around the table then it was Jacob's turn. He laid down two pair. Jack could barely hide his excitement. "Uh oh...two pair...I'm sorry Pedro." he sighed.

Pedro had fire in his eyes. "I can't believe this!"

"let me finish I'm sorry but you won't be seeing your mom for a long time...'cuz we're going to America, FULL HOUSE BOYS! Wooohoo!"

Pedro laughed "I GO TO AMERICA!!!!" he grabbed the tickets and kissed them. Jack began to collect their other winnings, Steven grabbed him buy the collar of his shirt. Jack cringed but then Steven punched Jacob.

"Last call for Titanic passengers we depart in five minutes!" a nearby worker called.

"Oh shit." Jack said. They stuffed their winnings in his duffel bag and ran for it.

"I can't believe this is happening! I mean we're just a pair of regular guys! Now we're about to board the grandest ship in history! Come on! I thought you were fast!" Jack yelled to Pedro.

"I am!"

The two men ran as fast as they could they were just about to close the doors. "Wait! We're passengers!"

The guard at the door regarded them cautiously. "Have you been through the health inspection?" he sighed tiredly.

Jack thought fast "Yes we have besides we have no lice, we're Americans." He held his breath as the guard scrutinized their second hand clothes.

"Very well, come aboard." The two men Jumped across the empty space.

Jack let out a sigh of relief. They ran up to the deck of the ship with all the other passengers bidding their loved ones farewell. Jack and Pedro stood with the other passengers "Goodbye! Goodbye I'll miss ya!" Jack called out.

"You know somebody?" Pedro asked.

"No...Goodbye!" Jack called. "Good bye! I'll never forget you!" Pedro laughed.

Jack and Pedro ran giddily down the hall of the steerage deck. And into their room. "Hey everyone, i'm Jack and this is Pedro." Jack explained while Pedro claimed the top bunk. "hey, who says you get top bunk huh?"

"Ou est Steven?" the man sitting on the chair muttered to another man laying on the top bunk of the other bed.

Meanwhile in the third class deck...

Rebecca began to hang her Pictures. They were of anything music related. She was obsessed with her iPod.

"Must you insist on bringing this garbage with us?" Chris asked, annoyed. Another reason Rebecca didn't like him. He had no respect for modern art...or art at all for that matter.

"It's not garbage. It's beautiful work." Rebecca muttered.

They all went to lunch. Rebecca lit a cigarette at the table.

" I don't like that Rebecca." Her mother Ren told her. Chris took it from her mouth and put it out.

Rebecca had come to enjoy the company of Molly Brown. She was what her mother called new money. She kept the mood light. Rebecca excused herself from the table and walked onto the deck. She looked about and saw a young man staring at her. She avoided his gaze but she couldn't look away.

On the steerage deck...

Jack was drawing a man and his daughter looking out at the waves. "Did you ever make any money on those?" an Irish man asked him

"No i don't sell my work. Tell me..." Jack asked.

"Tommy Ryan."

"tell me Tommy who built this ship? English men?"

No this ship was built by Irish men. Pretty damn proud of it if you ask me."

But Jack wasn't listening an attractive blonde was looking at the waves. He turned his attention to her. She was beautiful. She must have felt his gaze because she looked over to return his gaze.

"Ah, forget it boyo, You're as like to have angels fling out your arse then getting next to the likes of her." Tommy laughed.

Jack stifled a laugh. His hopes disappeared when a man came up behind the woman and touched her waist. She appeared to be angry with him. She walked away without a backward glance.