"Just talk with me." I stared past him at a velvety, perfect cloud as my eyes fill with clear tears. "You left." Then I walked away from Austin the way he walked away from me. I hope he cries. I thought it was pretty dramatic until a bumped into someone, and I turned around while apologizing. It was a garbage can. I hope he didn't see that.

Ally was the girl with the kind smile and soft hands. Austin was the boy whose brown eyes could make any girl swoon. Austin's face is more familar to Ally then her own. But Allys world will tilt a hot summer night. A story of broken voices, blue tears, warm kisses and messy laughter. (This is my first story and I am not skilled at summarizing, so just please read the first chapter)

Ally, a young woman who lost her mother and has never experienced luxury. Austin, a wealthy, handsome young man who has a seemingly perfect life. This sounds like the typical teenage love story, right? But its not. Because both Austin and Ally are passengers on the titanic and the clock is ticking.