Alright, I think I should I'm sorry for taking so long. I've been busier then normal. What with school and a pesky Chem teacher, there's been no end to homework. But I have no finished this chapter and am halfway done with the 3rd chapter. And I have a new story I will putting on FanFiction too. It's a Nightmare Before Christmas and FullMetal Alchemist crossover. It's not done yet, so you'll have to wait for that. On with the show!

Disclaimer: Ok, I'll say it again: The only this I own in this story are Lilly, Steven and the other random characters I add. Movie characters are not mine, nor is the movie.

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Lilly was standing at the bow of the ship. She was deep in thought, trying to figure out how on EARTH she ended up on the Titanic.

'Alright,' she thought to herself, leaning on the rail 'Somehow I traveled back in time, and ended up in the year 1912. Here, I am a girl who comes from a third class family, who got a second class ticket. And for the Titanic! Then somehow I manage to meet a really hot guy, who is also in second class, and I'm stupid enough not to get his name!'

Lilly smirked to herself then muttered "When and if I ever get back, I should write a book about this…"

"Write a book about what?" A voice said behind her.

Lilly jumped and turned around REALLY fast. Bad thing to do on a ship if you don't have your sea legs yet, which Lilly didn't. So, this caused her to loose her balance.

"Careful!" Steven said, catching her before she fell.

"Thank you." Lilly said looking at Steven "Hey, you're the boy who helped me onto the ship." Lilly said, and then proceeded to mentally kick herself for saying something stupid.

"Yes, I had hoped to see you again." Steven replied, smiling down at Lilly. She was almost eye level with him, but not quite.

"Why?"

"Because I didn't catch your name earlier. Would you mind me asking what it is?"

Lilly smiled "Lilly. Lilly Noir." (AN That translates into Black Lilly, kind of. I don't know what the French word for 'Lilly' is..)

"That's a very pretty name, Lilly."

"Thank you. And what might your name be, good sir?" Lilly said with a teasing grin.

Steven grinned at her "Steven. Steven Yerrm." (AN Notice if you spell Yerrm back words, it's Merry)

"Well, it's nice to meet you Steven." Lilly said.

"And you too." Steven said with a laugh "Say, would you like to walk with me? I'm exploring the ship before lunch." Steven said, offering her his arm.

Although everything inside of her screamed not to do it, Lilly linked her arm through his "Of course I would like to join you!" She said happily.

The two of them walked along the boat deck. Soon both Lilly and Steven forgot all about the time, so when the lunch bugle sounded they were surprised. Steven offered Lilly to join him at lunch, which she accepted. The two became good friends throughout the day. They spent the whole day together. But the next day……

"What do you mean that you're really a third class person?" Steven asked Lilly.

Lilly had felt guilty about not telling Steven that she came from a third class family, so she had told him that morning. It was April 11, 1912.

"Just what I said. Mother and Father saved up all their money and bought me a second class ticket." Lilly replied.

"You mean….."

"What?" Lilly said, getting mad.

"Never mind." Steven said, looking away from Lilly.

"What's wrong? Oh wait," Lilly said, really mad now. She knew what was wrong "You can't talk to me because I'm third class. I see."

"NO! That's not it at all!" Steven said quickly, turning back to Lilly. What he saw would haunt him the rest of the day.

There were tears in Lilly's eyes. But behind the tears, fire. A very big fire. He knew instantly that she was EXTREMELY mad with him.

"Yes, it is. I know it is!" Lilly practically yelled at him. "I'll leave you know, Mr.Yerrm." Lilly said hotly, curtseying to add to the effect. What she missed was Steven wincing. "I won't bother you any longer." She said, standing. "Good day." Lilly said, turning and walking away. Once in her room, however, she cried. Unknown to her, Steven was close to crying. But he wasn't, for he was getting invited to a third class party. He had friends down in the lower classes, you see. He was told that he could bring someone if he wanted. As his friend walked away, Steven returned to his room. Once there, he fell onto his bed and sighed. Laying there, he said into the air:

"The only person I want to take to that party currently hates my living guts. How am I gonna pull this off………."

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That's it for now! More later, soon I am hoping. Tootles!