Hey readers! I've got something for you weebs. Its a LOTF fanfic (I know, I know, what am I thinking?) Its OC, using the concept of the story (noticing a pattern yet?) Whatever, anyways, I'm really tired, and enjoy. Frickin' weebs...
The waves lap the boy's fingers, the sand pricks his face. He stirs and his eyes flutter open. Pushing himself up with one hand he takes in the scene laid in front of him. The turquoise sea stretches out as far as he can see, and the white foam crashes into the golden sand. Palm trees line the coast, but they soon give way to a thick jungle from which chirps and screeches can be heard. His attention is then drawn to a girl laying on the sand just a couple yards from him. His eyes scan the rest of the beach, but they seem to be the only two there. He walks over to her and peers down at her face. Her skin is pale, as his, but her light caramel colored waves are nothing like his black hair. Her cheeks are flushed, and her lips a pale pink. Much to the boy's relief, her chest rises and falls in a gentle rhythm with each intake of breath. He kneels down and gently taps both her cheeks.
"Hey. Hey. Wake up."
The girl's eyes shoot open, causing the boy to fall back in surprise. Her hand immediately reaches to her waist, searching for something. She finds nothing but air and sits up. She fervently gropes at the ground then catches sight of a small pack behind a dune. She runs over to it and grabs it. She sinks down to the ground and hugs the pack, her back turned to the boy. He walks over to where she is, sits down next to her.
"Uh, hello."
The girl turns to face the boy, her startling blue eyes inspecting him.
"Hi." She replies cautiously, almost distastefully.
The boy looks down at the ground, apparently at loss for words at the harsh tone of the girl. The girl notices this, and her eyes soften. She places down the pack and sits cross-legged.
"Do you know where we are?" She asks. "Or how we got here?"
The boy's mind is suddenly flooded with the memories of screams and fingers pointing to the window. Out of the dusty glass the plane's burning wing could be discerned. They had all jumped when the plane was close enough to ground, but then all had gone black.
"Plane crash." The boy replies.
The girl's jaw tightens and she looks out to the sea. Her fingers wind themselves around the leather threads of her pack, creating intricate knots.
"What's your name?' She asks, still staring at the glittering sea.
Taken off guard, the boy stutters a bit before replying.
"Uh.. Liam. And yours?"
"Adelaide."