Making Everyday Count

PG13 Disclaimer: 'A Walk to remember' and 'Titanic', any music from both films are not mine. Just another *poor, underage* fan, so please don't sue!!

Summary: Landon and Jamie are both engaged to different people but fate leads them to meet on the Titanic in 1912. Jamie falls for Landon the moment she sees him, however Landon needs to take a closer look. I am a diehard J/L fan.

Note; Landon's thoughts Jamie's thought

Chapter one The ship of dreams sets sail

My eyes swept over the beauty that stood before me. Never in my life had I seen anything so captivating, just looking at her gave me Goosebumps. She was the most perfect creature I had laid my eyes upon, well up until that moment at least. The hymn of the sea carried over the sea up to me. I was intoxicated breathing, drinking it all in. The Titanic stood for all the things humanity stood for liberty, truth, love and above all else power. "Landon. Landon Rollins Carter are you listening to me", I snapped out of my daze and turned to my fiancée Belinda. My father had pressured me into asking her to become my wife, but I didn't mind at the time. She was a beautiful woman with a good heart; it wouldn't be till later that I would discover that something was missing from our relationship.passion but more importantly Love.

"Yes darling?" I asked her.

"I said. did you know that Mr. Robison told me that this ship is absolutely unsinkable?" I laughed at her whilst giving her one of my more adorable grins.

"Yes, of course. Even I can tell that from just looking at her. See the way she exudes power, not even God, himself could sink this ship. Shall we," I extended my arm to her, which she gratefully took. As we made our way pleasantly to titanic we bumped into a couple.

Why was Eddie making such a big deal of the Titanic? It was not as beautiful as the stars at night or any of the other god made wonders of the world that I had heard of or had the pleasure of laying my eyes upon. It was a man made object; only built to inflate the male ego. Normally I could look at anything and see God's wonder and beauty, but the way everyone challenged god to sink the ship gave me a bad omen about this trip. My fiancé (Eddie) wanted me to go to New York with him in hopes he would be able to sell his play. It was about the rise and fall of the gangster Tom Thornton, with songs which I had written for it. That's how we met. He supplied the story, and I supplied the songs, everyone said we worked well as a team; therefore I wasn't surprised when he asked me to marry him. I knew I did not love him but I knew he would make me a fine match and try support me the best he could. As we made our way onto the Titanic (my prison) we bumped into a couple.

"Hey pal you and your dame better watch where you're going," we had bumped into a middle class couple. The boy was short, with mousy brown hair and freckles. I could tell he wasn't a lady killer such as I was however he still had a girl. The girl had a lighter shade of mousy brown hair and emerald green eyes which was the only stunning thing about her. Belinda and I quickly brushed past them, and onto the ship.

"Hey pal you and your dame better watch where you're going". I didn't catch the face of the guy who said it because he walked quickly past us with his prized jewel on his left hand, but he sounded so arrogant, so conceited that I knew I wouldn't like him if I ever met him again. How was I to know that I would be proved very wrong? Eddie put his hand on my back supporting me as we made our way aboard the ship.

"Have you been through the inspection?"

"Of course we have, anyway we' are both Americans", replied Eddie

"Very good sir, carry on."

Eddie led me to our room. It was small and had two bunk beds. I lay my bags down and took the bottom bunk, whilst Eddie took the top bunk. I looked over at our two room mates. Two big Italian looking men. I did not like the idea of sharing a room with them at all. I decided to take a nap whilst Titanic left the harbour, the thought of leaving my home made me sick.

I made my way to Belinda's and my sweet. We both had separate rooms, but shared the living area quite happily.

I chuckled as I entered because I could hear Belinda complaining in her sweet pouty voice to her best friend Tracy, "Why does he insist on carrying these ugly things with us everywhere we go?" She was of course referring to my paintings from Monet and Picasso. I don't know why but I just felt drawn to them. My favourite painting was one my mother had painted before she died. It was of a girl with lightly curled auburn hair, and piercing green eyes, wearing a mint green dress that flowed behind her. She had her eyes closed as she prayed. She was an angel.

"They are not ugly", I stated

"Well I suppose it's a matter of opinion", she lifted her nose up at me.

"Just because our tastes differ does not mean that one is better than the other," we laughed together. I walked over to the window and saw that the ship of dreams had set sail.

I know a brief encounter between L/J, but hey sue me, on second thoughts please don't!