Go That Far

by Rainbow Haired Girl

Best friends Beatrice Chevalier and Melinda Austin are two very different women. What they have in common interest the RMS Titanic. They go back to 1912 to try and save lives, but it is bad when both of them start having feelings for people that they should never have feelings for. Tommy Ryan/Melinda Austin and Thomas Andrews/Beatrice Chevalier.

9. Chapter 8

Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 8 of Go That Far. I want to thank those who have left reviews for this story. I've been working hard on writing each chapter out and that's no different for this one. I hope that you guys enjoy this next part. I tried my best to make sure that this chapter was well-written out. I hope your all have a wonderful Christmas today or the other holidays that are during this time of year. Without further ado Chapter 8. ENJOY!

Chapter 8

She stormed into the room. Beatrice glared at Melinda who was getting ready in a blue and black gown that matched her own red and black gown.

Melinda smiled when she saw her friend come into the room, but noticed the glared that Beatrice was sending her way. She knew that Beatrice was mad at her for doing this to her. "How was your time with Mr. Andrews?" She asked with a smile coming back to her face.

"Melinda! Qu'est-ce que c'était que ça ? Tu amené M. Andrews dans ma danse pourquoi? Tu sais à quel point j'ai honte de quelqu'un Beau." (Melinda! What the hell was that? You brought Mr. Andrews in on my dancing why? You know how embarrassed I get around someone

handsome.)

Melinda rubbed the back of her head. "Sorry, Bea... I know you like him. I was just trying to help it along."

"Aidez-le! Aide quoi? M. Andrews ne m'aimera jamais comme ça. Tu le sais. Merde, il est marié... ou était marié... C'était embarrassant Melinda... S'il te plaît, ne me refait plus ça. S'il vous plaît…" (Help it along! Help what along? Mr. Andrews won't ever like me like that ever. You know that. Bloody hell he is married... or was married... That was embarrassing Melinda... Please don't do that to me again. Please...)

Melinda let out a sigh. "Alright, it won't happen again Bea... I promise." Melinda said, crossing her fingers. She wanted to help Beatrice get over her problem with being around devilishly handsome men. She knew that Beatrice loved Thomas Andrews... She just had to get the guts to follow through.

Beatrice came over and finished helping Melinda get into her gown.

There was a knock on the door and Raoul's head poked into the room. "Are you ladies ready?" Raoul asked, his French accent was much harsher than usual. He must've found someone to talk to that spoke French to have his French accent to become harsher.

Melinda smiled. "Yes, brother we're ready."

Raoul smiled. "Well, let's go." He said offering each arm to the girls.

Melinda was on Raoul's right side while Beatrice was on his left. The three of them headed to the grand staircase together. "Beatrice Melinda... what did you ladies want to do on the ship for your birthdays?"

Beatrice looked at Raoul. "I do not know brother." She said with a soft smile. She honestly didn't know. In this day and age, anyone over the age of 18 was already into spinsterhood. She was going to be 25 and unmarried. She was truly a spinster. She hated the word truly.

Melinda looked at Raoul as well. She forgot that she was supposed to be Beatrice's twin and also be turning 25, although her real birthday was quite a little bit away. "I don't know either."

"We can have lunch and I shall give you both your gifts then," Raoul said with a smile.

Beatrice smiled. "Raoul you don't have to." She said, softly looking at him.

"You really really didn't have to brother," Melinda said with a smile.

"Oh, but I wanted to."

Both girls grinned and Melinda fought to keep herself under control. As Beatrice loved to point out every birthday and Christmas, she tended to get overexcited when it came to presents. Beatrice always said the most fitting comparisons would either be to a five-year-old child or a Labrador puppy. But, as with five-year-olds and puppies, Melinda was dangerously close to losing that battle to contain herself.

While she was so busy trying to control her mind, she wasn't paying attention to what the rest of her was doing. Once again she found herself the cause of a three-person pile-up, this time with herself on the bottom of the pile as when she had fallen she had accidentally pulled Raoul and he, in turn, had pulled Beatrice.

"Melinda," Beatrice huffed as she and Raoul both stood.

"Erm . . . sorry," Melinda shrugged and flashed a crooked grin before pushing herself off the floor.

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This is the end of Chapter 8. I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter. I tried my best with trying to write it out and make it as good as possible. I know there is a bunch of antics going on in this story, which I have to admit that it is fun to write such things. I'm actually trying to make the characters seem rather relatable of what a normal person would be. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. I'll be trying to update next week with the next part. Until next time.