AUTHOR'S NOTE:So...I'm writing chapter 2 without any reviews so dunno if you guys like this or not...YOLO, I say. I'm going to seize the day.
Daily Top 5 with Merra!! Ready?
Top 5 Actors:(Y'all know who's gonna be first.)
1. Leonardo DiCaprio. heehee
2. Emma Watson. (Hermione, my spirit animal!)
3. Julie Andrews. ..and since I said that...
4. Christopher Plummer. HECK YES
5. Auli'i Cravalho. ..technically, she counts, right?
Okay, anyway, I don't own Titanic or any of the characters, but I do own Cassidy Miller. Y'all don't hate. On with the story!
Cassidy felt a slight sense of foreboding as she followed Tommy farther into the ship. He was almost skipping and whistling a little Irish jig. He didn't seem to be noticing anything around him, and it didn't look like he was getting them anywhere near her suitcase.
"Are you sure you know where you're going?" she asked him, cutting off his whistling.
"Of course not."
"What?!"
Tommy turned around and smirked at her. "I haven't even been to my room yet, lass. Needed to see the boat off, didn't I? I had one of my good friends take the suitcase there. But it can't be too hard to find a room, can it?"
"Unbelievable," Cassidy muttered as they started walking again. "I'm following a third class Irish madman. The things I will do to get my stuff back."
"What was that, lass?" Tommy called over his shoulder.
"Nothing you need to worry yourself with," she told him. "How close are we to third class?"
"Right this way, beautiful," Tommy said cheerily. He pointed to a sign that read E Deck. "We'll be taking the stairs."
He reached the door and opened it.
"After you, madam."
Tommy said that with such an air of contempt that so perfectly matched that of a first class man that Cassidy had a hard time keeping a straight face. But she did, and with a haughty, "Thank you, sir," they headed down.
When they got to the bottom of the stairs, they ended up in a wide room of people. Cassidy could tell that they were very diverse, and most of them were immigrants. They were all absorbed in their work, and very few of them noticed as Tommy edged his way through the crowd, toward the hallways that lead to the rooms. He seemed to be looking for someone.
"Oi! Tommy!" Cassidy and Tommy turned to see a Swedish man of about thirty come up to them.
"Kristoffer!" Tommy grinned at him. "I found the owner of that suitcase!"
Kristoffer turned to look at Cassidy. "Tommy! You little—that's a girl!"
"What, ya never seen one before?" Tommy asked.
Kristoffer shook his head. "Tommy. How come it's always you who gets into these situations?"
Situations? Cassidy glanced at Tommy. He looked red.
"The lass lost her suitcase. I'm returning it to her," he said angrily.
"Riiiight," Kristoffer said.
"Excuse me," Cassidy said, eyeing Kristoffer wearily. "All I want is my suitcase, alright? Once I get it, I will thank Mr. Ryan here and leave. I will not speak to him again. I don't even like him. I think he's rude and kind of a nuisance. Just tell me your room number so I can get the damned suitcase."
Kristoffer blinked. "Uh..."
Tommy frowned. "Well, ya heard the lass. What's our room number?"
"...712," Kristoffer said, still looking flabbergasted.
"Alright, lead the way, Mr. Ryan," Cassidy told Tommy. As they walked away, Cassidy thought she heard Kristoff muttering about "a few days and let's see what happens," but she shook her head. That didn't make any sense.
Tommy was quiet as they walked along. He seemed gloomy and detached. Not that Cassiry minded. She didn't care how a third class man she hardly knew felt. At least, that's what she told herself.
Not at all too soon, they arrived at room 712. Tommy grabbed the door handle and swung it open.
"Well, there ya go, lass. Find your suitcase."
Cassidy walked into the room. It was tiny! And four people slept in one room! This was a crazy contrast from first class. But she stopped caring that moment, because sotting on one of the beds was...
"My suitcase!" Cassidy ran to it. Carefully, she flipped open the latches. Evreything inside was still intact, thank goodness. Flipping the latches back down, she stood up and walked over to Tommy.
"Well, thank you for helping me, Mr. Ryan." She held out a fifty dollar bill.
Tommy looked at the bill, then back at Cassidy.
"I don't want yer money," he said finally.
"How else will I repay you?"
"You don't need to. I just wanted to help you. Ya looked kinda gloomy. But I guess you didn't want my help, 'cause I'm 'rude' and a 'nuisance'."
"Well, you kind of are!" Cassidy said. "I was just stating the facts."
Tommy snorted.
"Well, sorry for not being perfect like you. Can you please just leave, lass? I'm not feeling well."
"Of course. Goodbye, Mr. Ryan. I...goodbye."