Alright, so I just have this idea for another story so this might be the last chapter for awhile. Not long! I'll probably just hold off for like two days… and some of you who are JUST reading my story or stories might be like, "What is she talking about? Some people on here don't update for months!" But for those of you who have read my stories, or know me at all, know that I update OFTEN because I know I get upset when authors of stories I like don't, and I know you guys probably get upset when I don't update for awhile, too. :D I know when I was writer's blocked with the last chapter of the prequel to this, you know, A Twist of Unfortunate Fate, I got like TEN BILLION PM's saying like, "Well? Where the heck is the last chapter?" So sorry to you guys out there! :D But hopefully the sequel will make up for it. You'll also be glad to hear that my writer's block is GONE, so this story will be updated often, except, like I said, for a couple of days because of another story I REALLY want to write! Look out for that one, too. I have no title yet but it will probably be posted before you guys are even reading THIS. Anyways, wow that was a long A/N! On with the story!

Love,

Lauren:)

P.S. Pretend that in the last Chapter of Twist Sutton told Matt her last name was Dawson. I just forgot to do that and it won't let me change it because it's complete or something. So just remember, she LEGALLY changed her name to Dawson. You really have to remember that for WAY later on in the story… WAY later on… you'll see why :D

"Hello! Is there anyone alive out there? Can anyone here me?"

"Come Josephine in my flying machine going up she goes…. Up she goes…"

The stars are so bright, it's amazing how in the midst of all of this, I'm just looking up into the sky. Wait, there's a light. It's warming my face. Wait, is that… oh, it is!

"Jack, Jack there's a boat, Jack, Jack wake up." I turned over and shook Jack's arm.

"Jack, Jack wake up. Jack, Jack, Jack there's a boat." I stared at him for a moment, everything suddenly piecing together.

No, no, no, no. Haha, no. Not happening, this is NOT happening!

"Jack, Jack please! Jack, Jack please wake up!" I shook his arm crazily, suddenly filled with anger. This was ridiculous! This was their fault! They shouldn't have lost the binoculars. They should've listened to the iceberg warnings! They shouldn't have sped up the ship!

I turned back over onto my side, tears now streaming down my face, freezing instantly as they did.

No, no this was my fault. I did this. I could have saved him. I could have changed this…. I could have changed history.

But maybe I still could…

"Come back, come back!" I turned back over onto my stomach and watched as the boat slowly drifted out of view. I looked down at Jack, and a piece of my heart instantly broke.

I have to let go of his hand… but I refuse to let go of his promise.

"I'll never let go, Jack, I promise." I whacked off his hand and kissed it before dropping him into the icy depths of the Northern Atlantic Ocean. I watched as his face and body looked blue as he continued in a downward spiral. His hands looked like they were reaching upwards towards me, and for a split second, I had the urge to reach in after him. I felt like he was about to come swimming back up to the surface and yell "Ahaha, you should've seen your face! Oh, Sutton, I love you! I would never, ever leave you… even if we can't be together; we'd find a way to make it work."

But I knew he wouldn't…

I rolled off the board and fell into the water. I gasped at the coldness of the water and tried my hardest to swim over to the man who was blowing the whistle. My left arm was limp and practically lifeless, so I had to paddle with my right. I grabbed the whistle out of the man's mouth after I was close enough, and blew the whistle crazily.

"Come about!"

The light then instantly shone in my face, but I didn't even squint. I honestly couldn't care less. They started to get closer, but I still kept whistling, I just felt like I had to, so I continued to whistle, and whistle, and whistle, and whistle, and whistle…

"Ah!" I screamed as I woke up in a cold sweat… a very cold sweat. I wiped my eyes and looked around the room, needing a minute to figure out whether I was at home… or really in the water. I turned and reached over to the other side of the bed so I could push down one of my many pillows to see what time the alarm clock read.

3:34 P.M.

Damn it.

I pulled the covers on my bed up high around my body, but even the three blankets couldn't warm me up. I tried to rub my hands over my body, but nothing worked. I then finally got out of bed quickly and ran into my bathroom. I turned on the shower and stripped as fast as lightning. I hopped into the shower and turned around a couple of times to fully warm myself. My mouth opened as the hot water hit my chest and I tilted my heads towards the sky. The water was practically boiling it was so hot, but it didn't matter. That dream… or should I say memory… had been so realistic that it felt like I really was freezing to my death.

I rubbed my hands over my body continuously as the water continuously ran over my body as well, and I suddenly realized something. Something that made me quite upset.

The last person, besides me, to see myself naked, was Jack.

He was the first, and only, person I had ever made love to.

I suddenly threw my hands to my mouth and fell to the tub in a flood of tears.

This was insane. The only person who I ever loved left me.

Yeah, and he said he was the survivor.

"Sutton?" Amanda questioned quietly as she knocked on my bathroom door. "Are you taking a shower?" I lowered my hands slowly and turned off the water. I stood up and stepped out of the tub, grabbing a pink towel off the countertop as I went. I wrapped it around myself quickly and opened the door.

"Not anymore." I said. Amanda looked at me suspiciously, then shook any thoughts she had away.

"Alright, just making sure you were okay," she explained. "I'm going back to bed." I smiled at her and waved over my shoulder as I walked to the bed.

"Sorry I woke you." I apologized. She smiled as well and stepped out of the room, closing the door behind her. I sighed in relief and lowered my towel. I walked over to my dresser and grabbed a pair of heavier pajamas; a pair of blue plaid Aeropostale sweat pants and a long sleeve Pink T-shirt. I climbed into bed again and pulled the sheets up over my face. I then turned on my sides and buried my face into the softest pillow I had. I felt another tear escape my eyes, and I took a deep breath to prevent myself from crying even more.

I had to get over this.

I had to move on.

I mean, I would always love Jack… always… but I just needed to accept the fact that he was gone.

Forever…

I suddenly cringed, and shut my eyes tight.

This was going to take a lot of work. Maybe I could get counseling.

No, I couldn't get counseling. I mean, what shrink would believe that I morphed into Rose DeWitt Bukater, a fictional character, and then fell in love with Jack Dawson, a fictional character.

They'd send me to the insane asylum.

I took a deep breath and pulled my knees up close to my chest.

"Come Josephine in my flying machine going up she goes, up she goes…" I sang quietly to myself as I drifted fast asleep…

"SUTTON!" I heard from down stairs. My eyes opened in a flash and instantly shot up. I looked around the room quickly and sighed.

"SUTTON!" I rolled my eyes and flopped out of bed. I walked out of my room and slowly down the stairs.

"What, what?" I asked Amanda, annoyed that she woke me up at… I looked down at my watch… oh, eleven 'o nine…

"I made breakfast." I stopped at the last stair, stunned.

"And that's why you woke me up?" I questioned. I saw her smile from the kitchen and I rolled my eyes. I pushed back the door and groggily sat down at my seat. Amanda walked over with a plate of eggs, bacon, and hash browns and I smiled, feeling a little better that she woke me up.

"Orange juice or milk?" she asked. I smiled and took a bite of bacon.

"Juice." I replied. She poured me a glass of orange liquid from the black carton and set it down in front of me as she carried her plate over as well. I then felt bad that Amanda was the one cooking all of the time.

"Hey, you know what? I'm going to cook dinner!" I said. Amanda took a bite of eggs and shook her head.

"No." she said. I stopped eating and looked at her.

"Why not?" I asked angrily. She took another bite of eggs and smiled.

"Well, frankly I don't want the kitchen to burn down on our fourth night," she said. "And because Matt called this morning to ask you out to dinner and I said yes for you." I cocked my head and looked at her angrily.

"You promised." She said. I rolled my eyes and took another gulp of juice.

"You suck." I said. She smiled and took another bite of eggs.

"I rock." She defended. I chuckled to myself slightly and took a bite of hash browns that were drizzled in ketchup. Ugh… dinner.

I was dreading it.

Ugh… shit.

Honestly, I was anticipating it.

Why? Why do I have to like him?

No, no I don't like him.

It's just dinner, that's it.

"Sutton, put on something nice! He's taking you to his parents!" Amanda cried. I rolled my eyes as I digged through my closet looking for something to wear.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me this!" I yelled back at her, Matt probably arriving any minute. I really had gotten rid of all of my really nice clothes after I left my parents, because frankly, I couldn't afford them. I did, however, save one in particular…

It was quite special…

When Amanda, Luke, and I awoke that day in school in the halls, we were still wearing our characters clothing. Also, I still had the Heart of the Ocean, but I wasn't going to wear that to dinner.

"Oh, here it is." I said as I pulled the white dress with a blue sash and pink undershirt up. Amanda looked at it strangely, and shook her head.

"Too casual." She said. I rolled my eyes and went into my bathroom.

"I don't care!" I yelled as I shut the bathroom door. I stripped quickly and threw on the dress. It felt smooth on my soft skin, and it also ran a chill up my spine. This dress held so many memories. I mean, I had put it on after Jack had drawn me wearing the necklace… and nothing else. Jack and I ran through the halls from Lovejoy in this dress. We kissed passionately in the boiler room wearing this. We climbed into the Renault wearing this. Jack swiftly took it off of me before we made love. Jack and I ran around the deck wearing this. The iceberg struck wearing this. I spit on Cal wearing this. I rescued Jack from the water filled hallways wearing this. Jack and I had climbed up to the top deck wearing this. I jumped back on a sinking ship wearing this. Jack and I ran through the water filled halls of the second class wearing this. Jack and I fell into the water wearing this. Jack and I swam through the water wearing this. I had to leave Jack wearing this. I stood on the Carpathia wearing…

"Sutton? Are you ready? Matt'll be here any minute!" Amanda yelled, interrupting my thoughts. I smiled and shook away my thoughts.

"Hold on," I said. I pulled out my now curled hair from my ponytail and it fell to my shoulders.

I swear if it was red, I would look almost exactly like Rose again.

"Sutton, he's here!" Amanda yelled. I rolled my eyes and opened the door, quickly grabbing a pair of ballet flats from my closet. I put them on as I ran down the stairs and grabbed my coat as I opened the front door.

"Hey." He said. I smiled and continued walking down the steps.

"Hello, Matt." I said. I walked over to his car, which was parked in front of my house, and hopped into the passengers seat. I saw Matt look at me suspiciously, but get in the driver's seat anyways.

"Hey, Sutton!" I heard from behind me. I yelled and turned around to see Andrew in the backseat.

"Jesus Christ Andrew! You scared me half to death!" I yelled. He laughed and shook his blonde hair.

"Sorry." He apologized. I smiled and shook his hair and he rolled his eyes, sweeping it back to the side.

"Ready to go?" Matt asked as he sat down on the drivers seat. I smiled and ran my fingers through my hair.

"As I'll ever be." I said. He smiled and turned the car on.

"So, where do your parents live?" I asked as we started pulling out of our neighborhood. He turned the wheel a little bit more and turned down the road.

"Uh, Beverly Hills." He said. I scoffed quietly under my breath.

They were probably going to be just like my parents.

"Oh," I said instead, trying not to jump to any conclusions. We continued for a long while, and just talked about how we grew up. We all pretty much had the same background, strict, overbearing parents, same old narrow minded people at school, and they actually moved here to get away for awhile, even though their parents owned the house and Andrew and Matt had to come home frequently. But I didn't tell them I had a similar lifestyle. I told them I grew up in a small town in Wisconsin, and that I left my parents after we had a falling out. I did tell them, however, that I went to Princeton… but I lied and said on a scholarship.

About an hour later, or so it seemed with all of the conversation, we arrived at a very large house with tons of cars parked in front. People dressed in fancy clothing were walking in and out, and I did feel too casual compared to Matt and Andrew who were dressed in suave tuxedos. After Matt and Andrew and I got out of the car, we all walked into the large house. As we stepped inside, I honestly thought I was back on Titanic. It was styled after the fanciness of the early 1900's, large, elaborate chandeliers, tons of pictures of old relatives, candles and small ornate details, it was overwhelming.

A little too overwhelming…

"My family hasn't changed the place since my great grandmother bought it back in the early 1900's." Matt explained, as he basically read my mind. I smiled and looked around the large foyer. There were waiters and people and staff everywhere. It was crazy.

And frankly, I kind of hated it.

"Hope it's not too much for you." Matt said. I smiled and held his hand.

"Not at all." I lied. He smiled and squoze my hand back.

"I like that dress," he said. "It kind of reminds me of back then." I smiled.

"Exactly." I said. He turned and smiled at me suspiciously, but I just continued to look forward at all of the smiling faces. Matt pointed people out to me as we went along, but stopped at one in particular.

"Ah, Leonard, Carol, this is my date Sutton Dawson." Matt said as we strolled up to an odd looking couple. The woman looked much younger than the man, and he was about as tall as Tom Cruise, and she was about as tall as Nicole Kidman.

"Ah, very nice to meet you, Sutton," Leonard said as he shook my head. "Say, are you of the Boston Dawson's?" I went wide eyed and smiled, trying to contain my laughter.

"Whoa, they still exist?" I asked, utterly shocked. They all looked at me confusingly. I swallowed and thought of something quickly. "Uh, uh, no, the Chippewa Falls Dawson's, actually." I said, laughter still oozing out of me. He smiled and nodded.

"Oh right of course." He said. I smiled as Matt and I continued walking, the whole scenario obviously flying over his head.

"You're form Wisconsin?" he finally asked about a minute later. I smiled and nodded shakily.

"Well, yes, I told you that," I lied. "But that was a long time ago." He nodded and continued walking with me.

"Oh right, you did, in the car." He replied. I smiled and nodded as well, now feeling awfully guilty.

I then suddenly realized what dining with Me, Ruth, and Cal must have been like for Jack. I was so nervous on the inside, my stomach churning, my heartbeat roaring, but I didn't falter through it all. I kept my head held high and kept walking, even though I got some unsettling stares. I took another deep breath and sighed.

Well now I know what it's truly like to walk in your shoes, I thought to myself… well, more to Jack.

Then, Matt walked me up to a couple dressed in exquisite clothing, and I instantly felt sick.

"Those are my parents." Matt whispered. I smiled weakly and clenched his hand tighter. He looked down at our hands and chuckled.

"Don't be nervous." He instructed between giggles. I smiled weakly again and sighed.

"Right." I said. We walked up closer towards them, and Matt let go of my hand to hug his mother.

"Hello, Mom." He said. She smiled and patted him on the back.

"Hello darling." She said. Matt leaned back and shook his father's hand.

"How are you, son?" he asked. Matt smiled weakly and continued to shake his hand.

"Good, dad, good." Matt replied. I smiled as I stood there awkwardly, when Matt chuckled.

"God, I'm being terribly rude, aren't I?" He questioned. "Mother, father, this is Sutton Dawson. She just moved in next to Andrew and I." I smiled and shook his mother's hand.

"Anne Reynolds." She said bluntly. I smiled and then shook his dad's hand.

"Joseph." He said. I smiled and then returned to my original position.

"It's my pleasure," I lied. "Matthew has told me such great things about you both." They smiled and looked at their son.

"Really," his mother said. "That doesn't sound like Matthew at all." Matt rolled his eyes and his father smiled between gritted teeth.

"Anne," he said. "Well, shall we go eat?" I smiled and nodded my head sharply, taking Matt's arm as we now walked into the elaborate dining room. I sat down next to Matt and towards the end of the table where his father was seated at the head, his mother at the left, Matt to the right, and I to Matt's right. I made Andrew sit down next to me as well, not wanting to have to sit next to some stranger. As we walked into the dining room, Matt had told his mother and father all about me, or who he thought I was.

The waiters then came around with plates of caviar, when one came up to me.

"And how do you take your caviar, Miss?" he asked. I smiled and shooed him away.

"No caviar for me, thanks, disgusting stuff, really." I said, a smile peeking through, as I thought of Jack. Matt looked at me suspiciously and smiled. I smiled back and took a sip of champagne, the bubbles filling up into my nostrils. I gagged a little, then swallowed as hard as I could.

"You okay?" Matt asked me sarcastically. I dipped my fingers in the bubbly and flicked the liquid in his face.

"Well, now." I said with a grin. He smiled and dipped his fingers in the champagne as well, ready to flick it back at me, when his mother coughed.

"Matthew!" she said. We both froze and looked at her, then quickly fixed ourselves. She smiled and took a sip of champagne before looking at me with her dark green eyes.

"So, Sutton, where did you say you were from again?" she asked me in a slightly unsettling tone. I smirked at her and took another sip of bubbly

"Wisconsin," I said sharply. "Chippewa Falls." She nodded and added a dollop of caviar to a small wheat cracker.

"And, you went to college. I mean, did you have the money that is?" She asked. Her father coughed slightly and stared at her angrily. I looked at him and smiled understandingly. I then looked back at Anne and smiled again.

"Yes, I did have enough money, but I got in on scholarship, so it didn't really matter." I replied. She smirked and took a bite of her cracker.

"And where exactly did you go to college?" she asked. "At a local college, or state?" Matt almost choked on his drink and scoffed.

"Mother!" he cried. I put my hand on top of his and smiled as I shook my head. I swallowed and took a deep breath, trying not to reach across the table and choke her.

How did Jack not choke Ruth, or me, for letting her talk to me this way?

"Um, no actually, I went to Princeton." I replied. She froze, and then popped the rest of her cracker into her mouth.

"Well, that is,-"

"Amazing," Joseph interrupted his wife. "Just truly amazing. You must be very intelligent." I smiled and looked in his direction.

"Thank you." I replied. Matt smiled, too, and looked at his father.

"Sutton is not only very smart, but she has a keen sense of the world," Matthew informed his father. "She is truly a wonder." I looked at him and blushed.

"Matt-" I said. He placed a hand over mine and continued to look at his father.

"She wants to be an actress," he continued. "Academy Award winning, that is." Andrew smiled as well and nudged my shoulder. I smiled again and turned my attention back towards Matthew, who was still rambling on and on.

"She also has a list of dreams, some, I might add, are quite childish, but I admire that about her. She is so mature, yet, she finds the fun in everything." He said. I smiled again as tears swelling up, just because I was so touched. "Sutton aches to travel as well. She desperately wants to go to New York and Paris, but coming to Santa Monica was something she and a friend always talked about," he said. I had told him about a friend that wanted to go to Santa Monica with me, but I certainly didn't tell him that that friend wasn't just a friend. "They always talked about drinking beer and riding roller coasters and horses, or so I heard." He finished. I smiled again and patted his hand.

"Well, Miss Dawson, it seems as if you want to make something meaningful of your life." Joseph observed. I smiled, and instantly thought of Jack.

"Well, yes sir, I do. You know, I got everything I need right here with me. I got the air in my lungs, and a few blanks sheets of paper, I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen, who I'm gonna meet, where I'm gonna wind up. You never know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. I figure life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You never know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. You turn to take life as it comes at you… to make each day count." I explained. The entire table clapped, including Andrew who was beaming from excitement.

"That's so cool!" he yelled. I smiled and ruffled his hair.

Obviously, none of these people have ever seen the best movie of our generation.

"To making it count." Matt said as he raised his glass. The entire table did as well, and then we all took a sip. I smiled and took a sip as well as Anne slowly did the same.

Later, after dessert, I realized that it was quite late, and I had told Amanda the directions so that she could pick me up. I walked over to Luke who was standing at the bottom of the stairs and smiled.

"Sutton, do you really have to go?" he asked. I smiled and kissed him on the cheek.

"I had a wonderful evening." I said. He smiled as well, and kissed my hand, but without him knowing, I sneakily slipped a piece of paper into his hand. After I walked away, I saw him open it up out of the corner of my eye, and I knew he was reading… Make it count. Meet me at the pier at ten o'clock.

He looked up at me, and I smiled as I looked over my shoulder then scurried out the door.

Later, at exactly ten, I saw a car pull up. I saw Matt in the driver's seat, but there was no Andrew, so I guess he stayed at his parents. Matt got out of the car and slowly walked over to me. I smiled slyly, and when he was close enough, I asked,

"Wanna go to a real party?"

Ahhh! Sorry for the late update, I was a little writer's blocked with this chapter. Well, did you like it? :D And did you guys pick up on Sutton's new "personality" and where she got it from. Yeah ,you did :D Anyways, hoped you liked it! Please review, I haven't been getting a lot lately… :'( So please do!