Authoress Note: Welcome to the very first chapter of Go That Far. I hope that you guys enjoyed the very beginning of this story. I apologize for taking so long to try to get the next part out. I've been swamped with trying to write other stories and trying to finish them up and make them as good as I can. I've decided that I should finish this story since this is just a one-part story instead of a series. I hope that this next chapter will make up for the time that I've been away. ENJOY!

Chapter 1

24-year-old Melinda Austin and 24-year-old Beatrice Chevalier were chilling out at Beatrice's cozy little apartment. They were sitting on her bed eating pizza and having a glass of French red wine as they watched James Cameron's Titanic. And much to Melinda's dismay, they were talking about Max.

"Melinda, you should leave the bastard," Beatrice said, her French accent coming through fairly strong. She took a small bite of her pizza. "Max is doing nothing, but hurting you. He's a freaking playa." She fingered her strawberry blond hair. She knew that Melinda knew that she hated how Max treated Melinda. Beatrice knew that Melinda didn't want to hear it. But Melinda needed to listen to it.

Melinda rolled her eyes. "I rather not talk about Max." She said as she looked at Beatrice.

Beatrice shook her head and let out a sigh. "I am keeping an eye out for you and he's bad news," Beatrice said softly as she leaned back on her bed against one of the pillows taking a soft breath through her nose.

Melinda groaned as she saw Rose and Jack getting closer together. With thoughts of her cheating boyfriend on her mind, she couldn't stand the sight of the character's true love. She quickly got up and changed the DVD for one of the documentaries about the Titanic, putting it into Beatrice's DVD player (a device that looked pretty odd since it was painted over to give it more of a personal touch). She hit play on it, walked back over to Beatrice's bed, and sat down. "How about we just talk about the Titanic?" She suggested as she leaned back against the plush green pillows that Beatrice had on her bed.

Beatrice let out a sigh and nodded her head. She knew that there was no point in trying to talk about Max since Melinda was here for a girl's night and to relax from work. "I'm sorry," Beatrice said softly. "I didn't mean to bring him up, it's just that I am worried about you." She was truly concerned for her friend and she didn't want something bad to happen to Melinda at Max's hands.

"I know, Bea," Melinda sent a soft smile in her friend's direction. "But you also know why I feel the way I do."

The documentary narrator began discussing Thomas Andrew's history at Harland and Wolff and how he came to be the designer for the Titanic.

"Now there's a man we can talk about." Melinda mused with a smile growing on her face.

Beatrice sighed as pictures of the man were flashed on the screen. "Now why did he have to die? He was such a good man and tried hard to build a good ship. If the safety measures he had initially wanted hadn't been denied, so many people could have been saved."

Melinda nodded softly in agreement, her mind drifting to the Tommy Ryan character in the movie she had just turned off a few moments before. "Imagine if we could go back there, maybe save some of the people who had died. I know two girls couldn't do much, but still, if we could save Mr. Andrews or Tommy," Melinda said wistfully. If only such a thing were possible. She absently ran a hand through her dark hair as she temporarily let her imagination dwell.

Beatrice looked at her friend. "It hasn't been proven yet." She said as she leaned back against her

pillow her strawberry blond hair hanging down over her shoulders. She blinked a few times sadly. She moved her bangs lightly from her eyes. "I wish we could do that. I mean it would give everyone a chance to live proper lives even after what happened."

Melinda nodded her head. "I know what you mean."

"Two girls might not be able to do much, but it would make a difference. A big one... People who had died would've gotten to live much longer lives. But what could a French girl and an American do at that time? We would confuse them with our lingo." She said laughing lightly. "If it was possible, how the hell would we go about doing something so major? I mean we are smart girls warning them that they won't do much good." She said as she placed her pizza down on the nightstand that had the pizza box sitting on it.

Melinda let out a sigh. "I wish it was possible. It would make everything so much better if Tommy and Thomas were alive..."

"I would be giddy as a schoolgirl if he was alive," Beatrice said dreamily.

Melinda laughed lightly. "Someone has a crush on the devilishly handsome shipbuilder."

Beatrice blushed in embarrassment. "I do not." She said hitting Melinda with her pillow. She knew that Melinda wouldn't let her live down the fact that she had a crush on a man that lived years ago and died horribly in an accident that should've never happened.

"Hey!" Melinda said, laughing harder. She grabbed another pillow and hit Beatrice back, both of them giggling like two teenagers instead of 24-year-old women.

Neither of them realized the next workday would make both of their dreams come true.

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This is the end of Chapter 1. I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter. I know that there is not much going on in this chapter and there isn't much in this chapter. I hope that I did this chapter justice since most of this is going to be OG content. I'm adding in as much as I can to make the story better and being very descriptive as I write the story out. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. Reviews help me keep going when it comes to writing. I will hopefully update you next week with a new chapter. Until next time.