I never really understood the whole hype about the Titanic. I mean, yeah, it's tragic and it's sad and all, but come on, people die every day. And it's not like it was the worst event ever to happen in history. Just look at the Holocaust. Way more people died then.

The movie is even worse. It's just a glorified account of something that's already been blown way out of proportion.

I've never been a huge fan of chick flicks. Especially anything by Nicholas Sparks. I mean, almost all of his stories are the same. Boy meets girl, boy falls in love with girl and vice versa, something keeps them from totally living happily ever after.

Titanic is no exception. I've only seen it once and it was the longest three hours of my life. I totally wasted my money seeing that with my friends at the big 100th anniversary showing. It was extremely unrealistic when it came to Jack and Rose's relationship, and the whole thing with the sinking was overdone just to make people feel sadder about something they already feel bad about.

By the end of the movie, everyone around me was weeping and crying their eyes out while I just couldn't wait to get out of my seat. People kept telling me I didn't have a heart because I didn't cry. First of all, I'm not really much of a crier to begin with. Marley and Me? The Notebook? A Walk to Remember? No tears. Second of all, I just really wasn't affected by onscreen deaths that were all completely fake. Jack Dawson and Rose Dewitt Bukater weren't even real people, so how am I supposed to feel upset about an event I don't care about where someone who doesn't exist died? Like I said, the whole event was sad, but it wasn't the worst thing to ever happen.

I was in my apartment procrastinating on all of the housework that needed to be done on what I thought was going to be just another Saturday. My roommate was at work, so I had the place to myself for a few hours which was nice.

I flipped through channels on the TV, and to my utter disdain, Titanic was on. It was at the famous 'I'm flying!' scene that I found weird and silly. All my girlfriends seemed to find it romantic, but for heavens' sake, the people just met three days prior!

All of a sudden, the TV screen started blurring up and going haywire. I banged the remote a couple times, afraid I'd accidently messed something up again (I'm not really great with technology), but that didn't help.

I was just about to unplug everything and get my roommate to fix it whenever she got back when suddenly, my world went completely dark.

My head had never hurt so much before, which was saying something because I once got a migraine at my high school prom. I groaned and rubbed my temple.

"Hey, she's waking up!" I heard someone say.

I turned my head and saw someone who looked a lot like a young Leonardo DiCaprio, and a couple other guys next to him.

Okay, I was a little freaked out now. Sure, seeing a Leonardo look-alike is every girl's dream, but why wasn't I in my apartment, and why were there three guys next to me?

"What's going on?" I asked. "Where am I?" I looked down at myself. "And what am I wearing?" I muttered just loud enough for me to hear.

I was wearing some kind of old red dress that people wore back in the early 1900's. It wasn't really ugly, but I certainly didn't own anything like it. Where had it come from?

"You slipped and hit your head," Mr. DiCaprio look-alike explained. "I guess you were a bit excited about getting on Titanic."

My head snapped over to look at him. "What did you just say? I'm where?"

"You're on Titanic. Don't you remember? You were there with me and Fabrizio when I won the tickets for the three of us?"

"No. No, I am not on Titanic. That's impossible."

"I know," he smiled. "I thought so too. But here we are, and we're finally getting home to America, just like we've been dreaming."

I wanted to scream. I wanted to panic. But I found that my throat had constricted and I couldn't do anything.

"Myndi, are you okay?"

He knew my name. How did he know my name? Why was he talking about me being wherever he won tickets?

"I think I need some air," I mustered out.

"Yeah, that will probably do you some good."

He helped me out of the bed, and then he and I and the other Italian dude went up on one of the decks where we faced the gorgeous ocean. I wanted an explanation, but I had to be careful how I got it so no one thought I was crazy. Which I really hoped I wasn't.

"So, help me refresh my memory, you know, make sure everything's okay," I said cautiously. "How did you and I meet? And how did we get here?"

"We go way back. We've been friends for something like five years now. Remember? I was in Santa Monica drawing portraits on the pier for 10 cents. You came up and asked me to draw you, but after I finished the drawing, you confessed that you couldn't afford to pay me. So in order to make it up to me, I took you out for a night on the town. We had so much fun that we decided to start traveling together. It wasn't long after when we met Fabrizio here, and he joined us in our travels. As for getting on this ship, it was a poker game, and I won the tickets. We just managed to get on the ship right before it set sail. But in all the rush, you fell and hit your head on the deck. Is any of this ringing a bell at all?"

"Yep, that's, uh, pretty much how I remember it all," I lied so he didn't think I had amnesia. The last thing I needed was for someone who said he was my friend to start thinking I was a total freak.

"Are you sure? You still look kind of lost."

"Nope, it's all coming back now."

I had now come to one conclusion. I had been tossed into the Titanic movie. Of all the movies to somehow get tossed into, it HAD to be this one? That just wasn't fair! I'm all for meeting Leonardo DiCaprio in his prime, but seriously? Titanic? I couldn't even be in First Class?

I knew one thing. Making it to the end of the movie was my way home. So all I had to do was not form any relationships with anyone, get on a lifeboat when the whole 'Women and Children Only' policy went on, and survive the sinking. Then I would go home, and get back to my own normal life with my roommate and her boyfriend. All would be well.

Okay, so today was April 10th, 1912. Just four days to get through before the ship sank and I was back home. My memory of the movie was a little foggy since I'd only seen it once and that was years ago. I couldn't even remember any of the characters' names except Jack and Rose. But if I was correct, then Jack wouldn't meet Rose for a couple more days, and then he would somehow fall hopelessly in love in a matter of two and a half days.

Good for them.

"Myndi, are you sure you're alright?" Jack asked.

"I'm fine. I guess I'm still in shock that we're actually on Titanic. It's so hard to believe!"

"Believe it, because you and I? We're the king and queen of the world!"

"King and queen, huh? No offense, Jack, but I think there's someone else out there who would much rather be your queen."

Jack dramatically put his hand to his heart. "You cut me to the quick!"

Okay, this was good. Slowly easing my way into my situation and accepting what has to happen. And bringing my natural sarcasm back into the picture.

I wandered around the E Deck, since Third Class people weren't really allowed to go anywhere else, trying to pass the time. Seconds seemed to drag on painstakingly slow. These four days were going to take forever! I didn't have my phone or my computer or anything. There was nothing to do!

I was out towards the railing, and I didn't notice that someone had spilled some kind of drink onto the deck. I began to slip, and my first thought was that Jack was never going to let me live this down. But before I could come crashing down onto the deck, I felt two arms snake under mine, preventing me from falling.

"Whoa, there!"

Whoever caught me helped me back up, and I turned to face him. He wasn't terribly handsome, but he was far from ugly.

"Might want to watch where you step," he said with a thick Irish accent.

"That's actually the second time that's happened," I confessed. "Although, last time, I managed to knock myself out. Great first impression, huh?"

"Eh, it's Third Class. No one really cares."

"Myndi Decker," I said extending my hand for him to shake.

"Tommy Ryan."

"Pleasure to meet you, Tommy."

"The pleasure's all mine, lass."

"I'll see you around later, I'm sure. Thanks for being 'my hero'," I said as I pretended to swoon.

I chuckled to myself as I walked away.

Tommy Ryan. I didn't remember him much from the movie. Of course, no one in Third Class really mattered in the movie except Jack. Everyone else was just there to be there. But he seemed like a decent enough guy.

I soon found Jack sitting near the railing sketching a father and daughter as Fabrizio sat next to him.

"Another sketch, Jack? Hopefully, they can pay for this one," I joked.

"Nah, this one's for me. To practice, you know?" He stared with intense concentration as he sketched the two people. I wished that I had that power but unfortunately, I didn't have an artistic bone in my body.

"Miss Myndi!" I heard. I looked over to find Tommy walking towards us.

"Tommy. I didn't expect to see you so soon. But I guess this is Third Class, and where we're allowed to go is pretty limited."

"You guys have met?" Jack asked.

"He saved me from falling on the deck."

"Again?"

"Hey, it wasn't my fault! Someone spilled their drink, and no one had cleaned it up!"

"That's the problem with you. You never look where you're going."

"Well, as I recall, you always jump in head first without thinking about the long-term effects."

"You guys sound like an old married couple," Tommy remarked.

"Me? Marry Jack?" I scoffed. "He should be so lucky."

"The ship is nice, huh?" Fabrizio said in an attempt to change the subject.

"Yeah, it's an Irish ship," Tommy claimed.

"Is English, no?"

"No, it was built in Ireland. Solid as a rock. Big Irish hands."

I was pretty sure he was just saying that because of his clear Irish descent, but I kept my opinion to myself.

We watched as an officer brought dogs to our deck.

"That's typical," Tommy said. "First Class dogs come down here to do their business."

"It lets us know where we rank in the scheme of things," Jack told him.

"Like we could forget? I'm Tommy Ryan," Tommy said as he shook Jack's hand.

"Jack Dawson."

"Hello."

"Fabrizio," the Italian introduced.

"And Miss Myndi," Tommy said, looking at me.

"It's just Myndi. Believe me, I am no 'miss'."

Tommy laughed and looked at Jack's sketch. "Do you make any money with your drawings?"

Jack didn't answer for his gaze was transfixed on something else. We all followed his line of sight, and I smirked to myself as I saw Rose standing on the upper deck meant for just First Class people.

"Oh, forget it, boyo. You'd as like have angels fly outta your ear as getting next to the likes of her."

"See, now that's a 'miss'," I laughed.

We looked back at Jack whose eyes never moved from Rose. Rose spared a glance or two over at Jack, but never once did Jack look away from her. Fabrizio waved his hand in front of Jack's eyes.

Nothing.

"Jack," I said as I poked his shoulder. "Jack."

Still nothing.

Rose's fiancé came up behind her and they had a light, heated confrontation before Rose stormed off. I couldn't remember that guy's name, but I did remember that he was a real jerk, especially to Jack and Rose.

Jack's eyes were still fixed on the place where Rose had been standing. I could not understand how he seemed to fall for someone after a mere glance at her.

I grabbed the two guys' attention and silently motioned for them to pounce on Jack on my signal. Counting to three, we all made our move and jumped on him, finally knocking him out of his aloof state.

Once we had all regained our composure, and Jack was finally looking away from where Rose had been, my stomach hurt from laughing so hard.

It occurred to me that I hadn't experienced that in a really, really long time.

It was finally nightfall, and I was resting on one of the benches on the deck which had cleared out a while ago.

"Myndi!" Jack called to me. "There's a party downstairs. Don't you want to come?"

Parties meant people, and people meant making friends, and that was breaking Rule #1. "I'll pass," I said to him.

"But you love parties. There's lots of dancing and music, and everyone's having a good time."

"I just don't think it's a good idea considering what happened earlier today."

"Myndi, are you sure you're alright?"

"That's the hundredth time you've asked me that, you know."

"It's just that ever since we got on this ship, you've been acting a lot different. Normally, a possible concussion wouldn't stop you from going downstairs. Nothing would."

"It's been a long day. Maybe I just need some sleep and I'll be all better tomorrow."

"I hope so. Because if you act strange for the whole trip, I'm getting off this boat and losing you."

"What are you talking about? You wouldn't last thirty minutes without me."

"I lasted several years without you before."

"Yes, but now that you know what it's like to have me in your life, there's no going back."

Jack laughed and put his arm around my shoulder. "Come on, let's turn in."

"You can go to that party if you want to. I'm sure I can survive a few hours without you."

"Nah, it wouldn't be the same without you there."

"You give me too much credit."

"And you don't give yourself enough."

Tommy was right. We really did act like an old married couple. Which was weird because I'd only known the guy for a few hours…sort of.

As I lay in bed on the bottom bunk while Jack and Fabrizio slept above me, I couldn't stop thinking about my situation. I was scared about what was going to happen and if I would make it or not. I had to wonder what would happen if I ended up dying during the sinking. Would I die for real or just go back home? And if I did survive, exactly when would I go home?

"Psst, Myndi," Jack whispered. "Are you awake?"

"If I wasn't before, I would be now."

"Is that a yes?"

I rolled over so I could peer at the top bunk, and I found him looking over the railing. "Yes, it's a yes."

"I can't stop thinking about that girl I saw today."

"Yeah, I know. You wouldn't look away from her even if your hair was on fire."

"I've never seen someone so beautiful."

"I'm offended."

"You know what I mean. She was perfect. I just have to be able to meet her."

"She's in First Class, Jack. People like her don't end up with people like you and me." I thought back on the fact that I had been tossed into a movie. "Of course, stranger things have happened."

"Will you shut up?" one of our cabin mates muttered. "Some of us would actually like to get some sleep."

I giggled quietly as I looked back at Jack. "Whoops."

"Haven't you ever seen someone and just felt like you'd die without them?"

"For goodness' sake, Jack, you haven't even met the woman yet. You don't even know her name."

It's Rose…

"It doesn't matter. She's perfect. I can already tell."

"Just go to sleep. Maybe luck will find you tomorrow." I rolled back over and shut my eyes.

Jack was crazy. No one could find real love that fast.

And luck wasn't going to find anybody.