Dancing on Ice Fanfiction

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fic. I do not own the storyline of this fic I have tried to re-write Titanic changing parts of it slightly to make it my own however and using changing the characters to Karen Barber, Christopher Dean and Nicky Slater. I wasn't sure where to put this fic being mixture of Karen and Chris and Karen and Nicky. I hope you like what I've tried to do...

Rating: I will rate it the same as the film to cover the whole of the fic 12A.

When we arrived at it was busy and loud everywhere you looked there was people and luggage you couldn’t move it was mayhem. My fiancée Nicky Slater a very, very rich young man walked round my side opened the door and held his hand out ready for me to place mine in his as I stepped out the car. I paused as I got out and had a look around me it now seemed a lot, lot louder outside there were all sorts of people from the very poor workers to the richer workers, from the lower class to the upper class people.

We were in the upper class sector this was only down to my mother demanding I marry Nicky though he was the only reason we still had a roof above our heads. When my father died he left us in a lot of debt there was no way we could pay it off so my mother went out found my future husband for me however I don’t truly love him in some ways he was quite an evil man, this was not the man I wanted to spend the rest of my life with or be getting married to but it kept my mother happy and she always gets her own way.

 I was happy and prepared to be known as a lower class person but my mother wouldn’t have any of this it was beneath her to be known as a lower class person, she couldn’t stand them and I can’t understand why it’s subject that is never brought up much in my personal opinion we are no better off than the people of a lower class in fact I’d much rather be someone of lower class. Living lower class meant you had more freedom as such in what you do, what you wear, where you go and who you mix with I saw no problem in this I had put my feelings of this subject across to my mother a many of times but she’d always tell me I’d hate life living like them, what she didn’t know was I hated life living with her though.

Nicky and my mother walked off ahead of me and began boarding the Titanic. The Titanic was the biggest ship I’ve ever seen or was about to go on she was amazing and we were the first people that were going to be travelling on her and what a surprise she was spilt into different sectors of class people travelling first class were the first to board her and the lower class were last on after the lower class workers. I was still standing there when in a daze looking around me when my mother called me to hurry along.

“Is there anymore Upper class passengers wanting to board the ship?” one of the crew of the Titanic in charge of checking tickets and sending people off into the right directions to where they would be staying called loudly and repeated this several time. He was obviously an upper class worker wearing a smart black suite that fitted him perfectly unlike the workers of a lower class wearing dirty clothes that had wholes in and were ripped and that was all most the lower class workers owned.

“Karen… hurry we are waiting for you, you don’t want to be caught in the rush with all those lower class people” my mother called and standing with her nose up at everyone thinking she was so much better than anyone else there.

They began walking again and I eventually followed joining them inside there were families meeting and greeting one another with handshakes and kisses on the each cheek and the children were behaving as they dare not move from their parents or miss behave. There were several massive glass chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and that lit the large dining area up beautifully and the tables had already been set out for ready for later on with the finest cutlery, plates and wine classes that had never been used before and you could smell the fresh delicious food being prepared in the kitchens.

Another crew ship member showed us to our room and our luggage had been taken there straight away and servants were unpacking for us. The room was also beautifully decorated the interior was amazing with unique and classy decorative walls and furnishing. I had always loved decorative things and one treasure I brought along with me was a collection of canvas paintings. I loved collecting paintings by different artists there was something about them they were very special to me it was something no one would understand. I took them out one by one carefully not to damage them looking at them in a World of my own and placing them down carefully again around the room in different places, I took them where ever I went they always made me feel I was at home of course my mother started on me for this we hadn’t been travelling that long and I couldn’t be doing with her going on at me so I went outside on the ship to get some fresh air for a few minutes. I happened to look down at one point and there was this blonde headed young man staring up at me with his deep blue eyes I back up a head of me instantly then looked down a again a few seconds later and he was still staring at me.

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 I had only got to ride the Titanic through gambling I got around a lot travelling around many places I never stayed in one place I was always on the move as I never had a home. I live life to the full and take it as it comes it’s the best way one minute I will be sleeping under a bridge on the streets and then the next day I may be totally the opposite you never know what is going to happen. I have very little money and only the clothes I’m wearing.

 I like to draw, drawing is my life give me a piece of paper and a drawing set I can draw anything usually my drawings are of people, women in particular wearing very little or no clothes. I have a book that I keep all my drawings in and it goes everywhere I go I couldn’t leave without.  I showed my ticket when I boarded the ship and got moved to the lower class sector, I settled into my room then later making a few friends with some of the other men on there.

We went outside on the ship where there were a lot of people I sat down with my drawings got out some paper and began to draw people around me, people who I have never meet in my life before. I was half way through a drawing when this bloke came up to me and started asking me about my drawings at first I ignored him not meaning to be rude. I caught sight of the most stunning woman I’d ever seen she had blonde hair it was long and wavy, she was dressed in her long posh gowns and everything about her was more than perfect I couldn’t not stare at her I was lost in my own world. She looked down noticing but suddenly looked away again then looking down at my gaze again before returning inside.

I was still in a daze staring up at nothing now thinking of her then snapped out of it when one bloke spoke telling my I’d never have a chance with a woman of her type. To be honest I didn’t think I could ever have a chance with a woman like her either she was way too good for me but I wasn’t going to let that stop me from trying to get to her.

Would this interest anyone if I was to carry it on? xxx