Author: ConcreteAngelRoxHerHalo PM
Mar and Mike fall asleep in the bleachers, and when they wake up, she is an Irish heiress and he a third class ragamuffin. It is 1912, and the Titanic is embarking on its only voyage. They are thrown between worlds, sometimes in the gym and sometimes aboard a ship. She only remembers 2012, and he 1912. Can they figure this out before its too late?Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Tragedy - Chapters: 4 - Words: 3,689 - Reviews: 1 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 01-13-13 - Published: 01-05-13 - id: 3089487
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The girl laid her head onto the boy's shoulder. He suppressed a laugh and looked down into the eyes so familiar, but different enough to have a new discovery every time he looked into them. However, her eyelids covered them.
"Tired, much?" He asked, and she blinked her eyes open.
"Hmmm? Oh, yeah." She mumbled, snuggling tighter into him.
"Well, you can sleep here, I don't mind." He assured her. A sudden wash came over him. He didn't remember his connection with her; all he knew was that he loved her.
She stirred a little in her half-asleep state. She felt the same jolt.
And then she woke up.