I can not believe Kris actually slapped him! After his comment, though, I don’t blame her one bit. Actually…to be honest…I’m quite proud of her for doing it. It’s not something she would usually do, so it caught me by surprise. And just like a whiney little baby…AJ stormed off in a little fit. Men! I swear, they can be worse than children.
“Eeew! I’m completely covered in this mud! I feel so gross. Yuck!” If I had to point out the biggest difference between me and Kris…it’d be that she is such a GIRL! I’m more of a tom boy, per say. Being covered in mud isn’t really that bad. I can’t count the number of times I’ve rolled around in the mud, wrestling a cousin or something, like that.
“You’re the goof that tried to climb up a vine.” Now I have to admit…the whole scene was rather amusing, to me. She thought she could climb up a vine, to get more bananas. Now see…when I had been out last night, to search for food, I was lucky enough to find a few that had just fallen. I didn’t try pulling some funky Tarzan moves, to get them.
“We need more food! And they really weren’t that high up. I thought I could get them.” With that said, she dunked back under the water. How did she end up my best friend? Ha! I’ve asked myself that many times. I think it has to do with her high energy and random goofiness…it’s a lot like mine. “Do you wanna just live off coconuts for the rest of your life?”
“No. But I’m not planning on being stuck here for the rest of my life, either.”
“Well I’m not either. But let’s face it…it could be weeks before we are rescued…months…heaven forbid, but even years!” Her eyes bugged out and her hands flew into the air dramatically. She was definitely a piece of work, but Lord knows I love her.
“Aren’t you blowing this out of proportion…just a little? I mean…we’re stranded…with two of the Backstreet Boys, for heaven sake. They’ll have search parties out looking and we’ll be rescued in no time.” All things considered, it really shouldn’t be that long before someone rescues us. I mean the guys aren’t in their heyday anymore, but surely they are still famous enough to still be considered a top priority. Right? God, I sure hope so! They couldn’t possibly just be forgotten…too many fans are still loyally devoted to them. Yes. Yes. We’ll be found in no time, at all! Granted…we’d probably get found a lot faster, if Nick was stranded with us.
“Oh pah lease! We have the two least loved Backstreet Boys stranded with us. Hello! When does Howie ever sing lead?! I mean really…he sings like he got his balls caught in his zipper!” She always does that! She picks on Howie…JUST because he’s my favorite, out of the group.
“Oh don’t you start with me, woman! It’s not like AJ is all that popular either…he looks like a gang banger billboard, for tattoos and stupid socks!”
“I’m not disputing the sock comment.” Our eyes locked and we had a moment long staring contest before we both burst out into a fit of laughter. Kris was having a hard time breathing, and my sides were starting to hurt, when I got blindsided with a wall of water.
“What the hell?!?”
“You should…have seen….the look…on your…face…” Oh…she was goin’ down! Without another word we started splashing each other and before I knew it, she was on my back, trying to dunk me under the water.
“Get…off…me!” Luckily I was able to fling her off and into the water. Just as she surfaced, sputtering and wiping her hair out of her face, AJ came running down the beach. He was waving something in the air that was shining in the sunlight. What was that thing?
On a side note…let’s get one thing very clear…Alexander James McLean is getting on my last damn nerve! When…and if…we ever get rescued…I’m going to be having a long chat with his mother. I know it sounds like something you would do when you’re dealing with a five year old…but I feel like I am dealing with a five year old. He’s been extremely childish and it’s rather irritating!
Yes…I know the man has issues, alright? He has a rocky past with drugs, alcohol, partying, bad relationships…then he has the AJ / Alex complex. I can tell you right now…I have yet to see the soft, gentle, sweet side of that man. From
what we’ve always been told…he is the biggest softie of the group…the biggest romantic…and a complete sweetheart, with a heart of gold. That side of him must be buried deep beneath all the other layers…either that, or I’ve just completely missed it.
Ever since we boarded that cruise ship…he’s been in a sour puss mood. Quite frankly, I find it very annoying. At first I thought maybe he had gotten into a fight with Rochelle…but I heard him talking on the phone with her, just after the ship set sail, and they were all lovey dovey. It was sickening. Then I thought maybe he just hasn’t gotten laid in a while…you know men get cranky if they don’t get the goods…but let’s face it…what are the odds of that being an issue for him?
Howie hasn’t been his usual self, either…he seems distracted…like he is really stressing over something or dealing with some kind of problems. I guess you can’t expect them to always be in the best mood. They are human after all. Maybe I’ll talk to him later and see if everything is okay. I’m a pretty good listener…maybe he’d confide in me, if something was really bothering him.
So I can excuse Howie for his odd behavior…and give him the benefit, of the doubt. He probably just has a lot on his mind, and at least he hasn’t been having a serious attitude problem. But I do know AJ doesn’t have an excuse for his behavior. He has been a total jerk and his mom would freak if she found out he was speaking to any woman in the manner he’s been speaking to us…especially how he’s talked to Kris. I bet…even at his age…his mama would adjust his attitude, real quick! I can just see Denise now…hands on her hips…looking up at him…with a wooden spoon in one hand…“You know better than that! Bend that tattooed rear end over, young man! This is gonna hurt me, more than it’s gonna hurt you!”
Off onto another side note…why do the adults always say that? My grandma took a wooden spoon to my butt a few times and that hurt like hell! All she got was maybe a sore wrist, or arm, from swingin’ the spoon. Kids these days have it so easy. If an adult raises a hand…even without the spoon…they can claim child abuse! Ha! I think that’s backwards…the ones that don’t get the discipline are the ones likely to turn out even more messed up. But hey…I’ve never met a person who wasn’t messed up in some way, shape, or form.
“Didn’t you make a smart ass comment when I ran down the beach waving something in the air and screaming?” I could barely hear Howie, as he crawled out from under the collapsed shelter. When had that happened? Hum. I guess I was so into goofing off with Kris, that I completely missed the mishap.
“What did you find AJ? And what happened to our shelter, Howie?” Leaving Kris behind, I headed out of the water, toward our little camp site. My gaze floated back and forth between them, now being able to identify the small pot in AJ’s hands.
“I found a pot! Now we can boil some water, to drink!” At least he looked like he was in a better mood. That was a definite plus! Maybe he just needed a walk…some time to himself…the ability to let go of his stress and agitation…the chance to just cool off. Everyone need a little alone time, sometimes…it can be an amazing way to lift your spirits.
“Well…actually…” Kris came up beside me, trying to wring the water out of her hair. Have I mentioned that I’d love to have her hair? She says it’s a poop brown color, but I like it. It has little highlights of strawberry blonde in it and it’s not actually poop brown, to begin with. “…just boiling ocean water won’t make it drinkable.”
“Oh great…here we go again…little miss know it all…” And now is the precise moment that I decided to stop listening. I can only handle so much of those two fighting. Luckily Howie was on the same brain wave, and stepped over to gently touch my arm.
“Hey…you wanna give me a hand? I’m trying to get our shelter up off the ground…like make covered hammocks or something. Maybe you can offer a fresh take on it, because I seem to be having issues getting it to work.” That man has some seriously gorgeous eyes…I’m just sayin.
I wasn’t going to turn him down, on this offer…that’s for sure! “Yeah. Sure. Anything to get away from the bickering. Who knew two people…who hardly know each other…could have such issues with each other.” Following him over to the shelter, that now looked more like a pile of rubble; I snuck a glance at his back end. Oh come on…can you blame me? You know you would have done it too! It’s as gorgeous as his eyes are!
“AJ isn’t usually like this but once he’s gotten into that mode, with someone, it’s hard to shake him out of it. Let’s not discuss that, though.”
“Yeah…let’s not. So…um…” My sentence trailed off, as I looked at the pile of debris. Suddenly…I realized something.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Thanks to everyone for helping me out and keeping me motivated! The reviews have been wonderful, too, and I am so happy you're all enjoying this adventure.
Chapter End Notes:
This is where I beg a little.
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I've entered Lillian into the Gerber contest for the chance to win a $25,000 college scholarship! Each person is allowed to vote once a day, for the month of November. I'd appreciate any help you all could give!
The site is www.gerber.com/photo/#/vote ...then "search photo" and enter 178820 ...her picture will come up and you can vote. If you vote, make sure to check your email and confirm your vote.
Please? Please? PLEASE?!? (I told you I was gonna beg!)
